Cold Star Blade

"Automatically disarm Ultimate Yan Luo Killing..." Lianhua suddenly slowed down as soon as Hongmei came in front of her.

Blake was surprised: "Huh..."

Lianhua seemed to understand his doubts, and explained: "Well... this is a hidden setting from the past. See Hongmei, and automatically disarm."

Blake: "..."

Lianhua's star board finally returned to normal. Blake almost slumped in the driver's seat, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyelids were half-down, staring at the blurry screen, feeling that the palms of his hands were covered with cold sweat.

When the ghost saw Hongmei, he didn't fight, and retreated immediately.Hongmei returns with Lianhua.The Frost Rose was parked not far away, and the marshal found that Lianhua hadn't connected to the navigation track by itself, so he had to let Hongmei turn on the magnetic guidance, and slowly pushed forward with Lianhua out of control, and entered the hangar smoothly.

After the fixing frame locked Lianhua, the marshal came over from Hongmei, but saw that Lianhua's cockpit door had not been opened for a long time.The marshal contacted Black with the watch terminal, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

He also knew that Lianhua's extreme mode was not a joke. Yalian in her heyday in the past did not dare to open this mode casually. It is equivalent to a semi-suicidal killer, and she would not use it as a last resort.

"I..." Blake replied softly.

The Lianhua hatch finally opened, and Black, who slid out of the cockpit, staggered and stepped on the ground.The Marshal took a step forward and stretched out his hand to help him, but he snapped it open.

He seemed very nervous and cautious. There was a guardrail next to him. He grabbed the guardrail and slowly removed the helmet.Around him happened to be surrounded by members of the [-]th team who had been friends with him. The team leader, Mu Dun, looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Blake, are you okay?"

Blake seemed to be struggling to remove his helmet, and as soon as his face was exposed, everyone knew that something was wrong.

His face was pale, his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were red, covered with terrifying bloodshot eyes, and his breathing was heavy, as if every time he took a breath, he had to exert all his strength.If he hadn't grabbed the guardrail hard, he might lose his balance and fall down immediately.

Yet he looked like he was pushing himself to the limit, trying to keep himself from passing out.

The marshal no longer hesitated, went up and put him in his arms.Their relationship was known to the entire legion.

"Blake!"

"No... don't touch me! Stay away from me..."

"Are you... in heat?"

"no……"

Black stubbornly broke away from the marshal, or rather, it seemed to be a defensive posture. He would rather lean on the guardrail, grab the wet hair on his forehead, and slowly let out a sigh of relief, with a dark and bitter smile gradually appearing on his face: "I ...I'm cerebral, hyperactive...depressive..."

When he said that, everyone understood.

Brain hyperactivity disorder, which is a terminal brain disease that people with super brains are prone to suffer from.Typically, it is triggered by a major trauma to the brain in the past.Since he just drove Lianhua, the mental connection will inevitably increase the vitality of the brain, so it is not surprising that it caused the attack.

A hyperbrain sufferer who suffers from this disease is not suitable for driving a mecha, let alone one of Lianhua's level.What's more, Lianhua activated the extreme mode!

This time, regardless of whether Black was willing or not, the Marshal pulled him into his arms and ordered: "Go and call Dr. Kailin!"

However, Black kept pushing him vigilantly, and went down the stairs alone holding the guardrail.The marshal had no choice but to protect him while following him closely.

"How long? Is it serious?"

Black tried his best to keep his breath calm, but his eyes were full of panic: "It's been a long time...it's not very serious. You guys, don't come close to me..."

The brain activity is out of control, and no injury accidents will occur.Black obviously had other reasons for saying this.

The flustered emotion in his eyes was very obvious, very strong, and it seemed that his whole body was full of defense.It was as if he was in a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair, facing danger at any time.Halfway there, he stepped on the ground and fell down!

Fortunately, it was not far from the ground. After he fell, he couldn't stand up immediately, kneeling on the ground, bending over and retching non-stop.

The Marshal dragged him up.Black panicked and struggled to get rid of him: "Stay away from me!"

The marshal hugged him firmly, and said softly: "Your eyesight is affected, right? Now, even if I want to do something to you, what can you do?"

Blake was taken aback, and looked at the marshal warily: "..."

The marshal's icy face suddenly seemed to soften a bit: "I just took you to have Dr. Kailin examine you. You look like this, do you know how much pain I have?"

"..." Black tightly grasped the collar of the marshal's uniform, so hard that his fingers were shaking violently.

Infirmary ward.

After a comprehensive examination, Dr. Kailin didn't look too good: "His... well, his condition has deteriorated... Marshal, can you speak for a while?"

Blake was sitting at the tea table. He usually looked carefree and heartless, but now he looked solemn, grabbed the other arm vigorously with one hand, lowered his head, and even looked a little depressed: "No need... …I know my situation, probably three to five years away.”

The Marshal frowned at him.

Dr. Kailin said: "If you stop touching the mecha from now on and treat it well, it should last longer."

Blake frowned, turning his head away.

The marshal said: "I'll take you back to your room to have a good rest first."

Dr. Karin prescribed a bunch of medicines, Blake was in the room, playing with pills, and the Marshal came over with an injection.Blake curled his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his arms, but his eyes didn't want to look.

"When did you remember that you have this disease?" the marshal asked.

Black said helplessly: "Dinase prescribed me medicine, but I just finished it recently. However, this is not important..."

"Don't touch the mech again."

Blake frowned in distress, unable to answer.The fingers played with the pills repeatedly, restless, confused and at a loss.

"How did you get it?"

"Dragonmaw Fortress... was the time you were captured. My brain was injured..."

"It's been so long..."

"If it weren't for this..." Black rubbed his lips, as if he was very unwilling.The marshal pushed out the injection liquid, and just pulled out the needle, but Black suddenly grabbed his wrist, staring at him: "Mark me!"

The Marshal raised his eyes and remained silent.

Black said: "Because your defensin has hindered me, if you don't completely mark it, it will always have an effect. Mark me!" He couldn't help but force his fingers, "Ellen, mark me!"

The marshal remained silent.

Blake had already struggled repeatedly in his heart, pondering his slander, and at this moment, he put all his eggs in one basket and said, "Let's go to Gardenia Star, I want to be there, and give myself to you. Just... please be gentle."

"I..." Blake took a deep breath and exhaled softly: "I really like you. My heart has never been so chaotic. Even if it is only once, please love me well once."

The gardenia star is now a desolate waste star, the land is vast for thousands of miles, the withered grass is sparse, the smoke is full, and occasionally reptiles walk tenaciously through the cracks in the rocks.Frost Rose passed through the clouds and dense fog, and landed on the flat and barren ground. The surface time was evening, the setting sun was like blood, and there was a polluted blackened river in the distance. The beasts walking slowly along the river were skinny and boneless. It made a groaning sound, as if it was too hungry to find anything to eat.

Black got off the spaceship, glanced at the sky and the earth, closed his eyes, and the scenery of the sea of ​​white gardenias appeared in his mind.When he opened his eyes again, there was still a desolate wilderness in front of him.

Marshal said: "Do you really want to be here?"

It didn't take long for Black to return to his usual leisurely manner. The sorrow seemed to disappear from his face. He pointed to a place, drew a circle with his steps, and said happily: "Here, just arrange it, and it will be fine. I will light a bonfire later, and put the The bed in your bedroom is used to make it, and it is quite comfortable."

Marshal: "...then I won't have a quilt when I go back."

Blake grinned: "Oh, we will be husband and wife when we go back, let's sleep in my bed."

The marshal had nothing to say, and ordered Snow to arrange according to Black's request.

Blake was very interested, turning around, making various plans: "Here, set up a table? It's not bad to have dinner facing the sunset of the mountains and the earth, isn't it good? Whatever you want on the Frost Rose, move some down, here , you can put a bathtub, here, you can put a stereo, here, put a treadmill, here, put a projection theater, um, and this..."

He was alive and kicking there, having a great time.The marshal stood quietly aside, watching him without saying a word.

Snow said, "Do you really want to do this?"

The marshal said: "Well, it's all right. Follow his wishes."

Snow went away with a headache.

Before night fell, they finally built a resort like a desert oasis on a piece of wasteland.Black originally wanted Hongmei to dig a swimming pool and fill it with water, but was stopped by the marshal.

Surprisingly, in the evening, a firefly grass floats in the distance, and a piece of green is floating in the air, shining brightly, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

Blake was busy around the bonfire, setting up the grill, putting homemade kebabs on it, and Da Ma Jindao sat down, humming a little song, and sprinkled salt.The marshal sat on one side, looking at the scenery, in a daze.

"Salty, spicy?"

"dessert."

"Oh... do you like to eat fatter and thinner?"

"casual."

"Hey, hey! You wait for me to take a bath together!"

"What kind of mandarin duck bath, don't look at this place."

"Hmm...you are so boring! This is called nature! Back to basics!"

When the marshal was washing, he shyly wrapped a cloth around it!Blake wandered around boredly, strolling around, and suddenly lifted the curtain, and was knocked out by the marshal.

"I'll confirm the size again, I have a bottom line in my heart!"

"There is your sister!"

"I do have a sister, how do you know..." Black muttered indiscriminately.

He was really flustered, really nervous, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as a deer bumping in his heart.It is really more exciting, excited, and restless than driving a mech for the first time.Clenching hands, pacing up and down, too anxious to find the north.

The dark river can always be seen here, and there are skinny beasts sneaking past the river from time to time.Blake counted the dead branches by the river to relieve his tension, and sorrow and joy crawled across his heart.

He feels like a watchman, guarding a cycad tree that doesn't bloom, a field where not a blade of grass grows.

The marshal came over with red wine, and Black took a glass, took a sip first, and calmed down.He looked up and saw the marshal's beautiful eyebrows in the firelight, like a portrait carefully drawn out, warmed by the light, not so cold.

He took another sip of wine and said, "Do you remember the days when you were on this planet?"

The marshal sat down beside him, tied his hair, and changed into casual clothes, with a bit of homely tenderness—I don't know if he has beauty in his eyes.

"Don't recall those days."

"I don't know if the tomb mound you mentioned is still there? It shouldn't be there. It's been so long."

"I don't remember the exact location."

"How long have we been here before?"

"Ten months and four days."

"Well……"

While chatting, maybe the smell of alcohol came up, maybe he drank too much unknowingly and started to faint.When he fell on the marshal, he did not forget to say: "Be gentle...don't make me hurt too much..."

The marshal caught him, and seemed to be holding him in a daze, and walked towards the bed where the quilt was made.

There is a hint of coolness in the evening wind, and I don't know if they also lived together in this cool wind many years ago.

Blake leaned his head on the Marshal's chest, struggling, and gently grabbed the Marshal's lapel with his hands, and said with the remaining strength: "I... really like you."

The author has something to say: I know, everyone has been waiting for this moment since the beginning.

But to deal with JJ, the abstinent little tsundere, who pulls the light, you understand.

Thanks beibei for throwing a mine! ! !