The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, Huawen hesitated for a moment, even if it was artificial respiration to save lives, he still had a feeling that he was inexplicably stained.

Alas, it's just that this guy looks so amazing!

He closed his eyes and touched the corners of Luther's mouth. The cold and hot lips were like ice and fire. The moment they touched was like an electric shock. Huawen quickly suppressed the strange feeling, pinched Luther's nose ruthlessly, and sucked The air in the lungs suddenly blows.

"Cough! Cough cough—" the handsome man coughed out, choked out several saliva, his chest rose and fell normally, and his breathing was mixed with weak noises, but he was still alive.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Huawen patted his face, opened his eyes to check the pupils, and wanted to measure the pulse of his neck. Before reaching his hand, a strong hand He grabbed his wrist.

The handsome man opened his ice-blue eyes, like ice knives with murderous intent and frost. After seeing the clothes of the rescuer in front of him, he was barely relieved, but he didn't let go of his hand.

"Who are you?" Luther's voice was hoarse and low because he choked on the water, "A federal medical soldier? Why are you here?"

Huawen knew that this guy was used to vigilance, so he quickly explained everything clearly, telling him that his name was Wen, how he made an emergency landing here, and that he was the only survivor left.

When Luther heard that so many medical soldiers had died, his face darkened: "You shouldn't have come to the battlefield without a guard... That's right, the guards are gone, and the soldiers of the First Legion have all died. It's..."

Seeing that his face was pale, gloomy and sad, and even his blond hair had lost its luster, Hua Wen felt uncomfortable, and said softly: "Your Excellency, Marshal, you don't have to be sad, you are still alive, our Federation has hope!"

His first priority now is to bring Luther back to the Federation. Without him, the current Federation army is completely in disarray. Luther is not only the marshal, but also their god of war, the backbone.

"Don't call me Marshal," Luther stared blankly at the sky, his icy blue pupils faded to nothingness, "I'm not worthy to be this Marshal, I'm a disgrace to the Federation, a coward of the Stuart family, I You shouldn't be alive, it would be better if you died on the battlefield..."

Huawen was most afraid that he would have the idea of ​​committing suicide, so he quickly grabbed his arm and said solemnly: "You must not think so! If the Federation loses you, it is like losing hope of a comeback. You have brought back so many victories, there will always be Another chance at triumph!"

Luther looked up at him, and the more he spoke, the angrier he became. He remembered Ed who died in front of him a few hours ago, and said angrily: "The empire is a bunch of rotten bugs, robbers and wolves! Our federation will not treat you like this. Captive, marshal, do you have the heart to see them being so arrogant?"

Luther's heart was in a mess, Tai Tan raised his eyes and saw Hua Wen's cheeks burned red by resentment under the moonlight. Angry chick.

Released the wrist that was holding Huawen, Luther stood up and turned his head sideways: "Don't call the marshal, this place is not safe, they may search for it, go over there, follow me."

His physical fitness was good and he recovered quickly, so he got up and went to the dense forest. Seeing that he was bare upper body and bare feet, and wanted to put some clothes on him, the man almost ran away and disappeared.

Huawen had no choice but to follow closely. Luther didn't run too fast, and kept leaving Huawen a back view. Under the flickering moonlight, Huawen narrowed his eyes, and he blinked—the man disappeared!

Is he a rabbit? !run so fast!

Luther didn't know that he was added another animal metaphor. A burst of rhythmic footsteps came from not far away. As soon as he heard the picture, he knew that the former soldiers were chasing him, and the number must have doubled. .

The crowd of people was getting closer and closer, Huawen didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively wanted to climb up the tree to hide for a while before speaking, a search light passed by his side.

"There's a shadow over there! Quick!"

The hairs on his back suddenly rose, Huawen turned around and hid behind a tree. He was about to climb up a branch when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and covered his mouth, and then his body lost its center of gravity. Fall back.

With a slight "boom", he was pulled into a narrow pipe. The soft straw mat did not hurt him, and the naked and soft touch on his back made him shrink back, and he was about to get up.

"Don't move around," came a familiar voice from the person covering his mouth, "we'll talk about it after they leave."

No one made a sound, only heard the dense footsteps above, the movement was not small, almost trampled the turf here, but still did not find them.

Huawen's tense heartbeat also gradually slowed down, quietly listening to the sound outside gradually diminishing, the sound in the hole was amplified, the sound of heartbeat, breathing, and even the sound of eyeballs when blinking. Sounds can be heard.

His posture is actually very offensive. He is lying on his back on Luther's chest, pressing His Majesty the Marshal tightly. Luther can feel the damp hair, and although the body under him is strong, but It's getting hotter and hotter.

Are you afraid you have a fever?

Just as Huawen wanted to make a sound, a not-so-beautiful movement broke the silence. With a sound of "gurgling", a person's stomach growled.

Huawen clutched his stomach in shame, he was hungry.

After running around for several hours, there was nothing in my stomach at first, but when the tense atmosphere relaxed, my stomach growled loudly.

A wisp of breath came from the back of the neck, and there was a soft sound, but Huawen felt that this guy was smiling.

"Are they...are they leaving?" Huawen couldn't bear the embarrassment, and quickly rolled over from him, covering up the predicament of hunger with a barely calm voice in the dark, "Where is this?"

Luther climbed up, unable to stand here, so he could only lean on the other side and said: "This is an abandoned sewer channel, which was not used five years ago. The design drawings from years ago can’t be found here at all.”

"How do you know?" Hua Wen took out his backpack and took out a lighting stick to light it up. The light green fluorescent light sprinkled on Luther's face opposite him, showing an inexplicable expression.

It was as if he had taken the most painful poison in the world, and his heart ached from the pain.

"Because... because I have participated in the construction of this planet, but I never thought that this place would become a prison," Luther raised his hand and covered his brows and eyes with his arms, as if this could conceal his depression, but the dumb voice The voice betrayed the pain in his heart, "For that person, I even changed the design with my own hands, because he said he didn't want the forest to be polluted by groundwater..."

Looking around, the closed pipes are spacious and clean, and the vents send out bursts of fresh air. If he hadn't been told that this is a sewer pipe, he would not have believed it, and it really hasn't been used for a day.

"May I ask, who is this person?" Huawen asked in a low voice, "Is he the master of this planet?"

In fact, he guessed that there was probably only one person who could make Luther so sympathetic.

Vincent.

"Vincent," Luther said sullenly, looking up with his arms, "you can also call him Gene now, Gene Francis."

"The name is..."

"Yes, the third prince of the Fern Empire," Luther said, his voice was so cold that it was icy cold, "The empire is really big... Sending a prince to be an undercover agent under Vincent's name... "

He sneered, as if he was satirizing the empire, and he was also laughing at himself. He didn't know people clearly, and he really paid the wrong amount.

Hearing the bitter voice, Huawen also felt bitter on the tip of his tongue, his stomach became more and more hungry, and the burning sensation in his stomach became more and more intense. Pass one to Luther.

"You eat, I'm not hungry." Luther was out of spirits, and lowered his head as if he was about to close his eyes and rest.

Seeing his good figure, his ribs were slightly thinner in the picture text, he broke off the nutrient and handed it to his mouth: "If you are not hungry, you have to take some. You have consumed a lot of energy due to drowning, and you need to replenish energy. This nutrient tastes delicious. It's okay, I added a little peach juice, it's sweet, you can try it, huh?"

Luther looked tired and impatient. No matter how frustrated he was, he was still a marshal. No one dared to talk to him. He didn't hate this little medical soldier, and even thanked him for saving himself, but now he just wanted to be alone. Stay alone for a while.

Seeing this beautiful brow wrinkled and tightened, Huawen smelled the lion's irritability, inexplicably there was a sign of restlessness in his heart, and he called him unexpectedly: "Marshal, why don't you try it?"

Sure enough, the glacier-blue eyes sparkled: "Don't call me Marshal again, I told you so."

"What's that called you?" Huawen used to have a headache for this child of luck who was prone to tantrums, but now he gradually took it as fun to make him angry, and he could coax him back anyway.

Ignoring Luther's knife-like gaze, Huawen pretended to be thoughtful and muttered: "Calling you by your name? It's too disrespectful, Your Excellency? It's not good either, 'Rose Lion'..."

"...How dare you!" Luther's ears blushed instantly, and he himself felt ashamed of the title given to this admirer.

Almost amused by this look of embarrassment and anger, Huawen tried his best to suppress the upturn of the corner of his mouth, bit his lips in embarrassment, opened his eyes wide and sincerely said: "That's your name? Mr. Luther?"

Huawen thought that Luther would continue to quarrel, but when he heard the title "Sir", he suddenly froze, looked at Huawen in a daze, and said in a trance: "You...you say it again."

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Huawen shook his head and dared not say any more: "It's nothing."

"Say it again!" He suddenly became excited, and rushed over to hold Huawen's shoulder, his eyes were slightly red, "Say it again, say it again, let me listen..."

Huawen was frightened by his appearance, and called out "Sir" softly. Luther was lost in thought, looked straight at him, his eyes gradually lost focus, and murmured, "I seem to have heard it somewhere", and went down. In a moment, he fell on Huawen's shoulder.

Huawen hastily touched his forehead, his hands were so hot that he really had a fever.

Drowning fever can easily lead to pneumonia, and the picture text did not dare to be negligent, holding the golden head on his lap, took off his coat and put it on Luther's bare upper body, and took out a shot of antipyretic from the medical bag , injected into his neck.

The slightly cool medicine would cause soreness when it entered the body. Luther wanted to turn over uncomfortable, and Huawen hurriedly protected his head so that it would not fall off.

Fever is very uncomfortable, and Huawen wants to find something that can cool down and put it on Luther's forehead. When he fumbled around in his backpack, he found an energy gun that was bigger and colder.

But he wouldn't put a gun on the marshal's head, it would be terrible if the gun went off.

After thinking about it, only his own hands were left. Before saving him from the river, the water in his hand soaked his already cold hands even cooler. Now it is best to put them on his forehead to cool down.

The cold back of his hand covered Luther's hot forehead, and Huawen rarely experienced the feeling of warming by a fire in summer. Luther was astonishingly hot, and he suspected that it had already broken [-] degrees.

The thermometer on the optical brain measured it, and sure enough, it was all 408c.

If the antipyretics don't work anymore, the person's head will burn out sooner or later. Huawen had to observe his condition at any time, took out a transparent medical bracelet and tied it to Luther's wrist, and pressed the button on his hand. optical brain.

In this way, heartbeat, heart rate, blood pressure and body temperature can be detected at any time.

Looking at this series of unstable numbers, Huawen couldn't help but startled, as if he had been in a lifetime.

This person once wanted to handcuff him a bracelet, but now he handcuffed him by mistake, which is really a reversal of polarities.

Luther hadn't eaten the nutrient in his hand, so Huawen had to pinch his mouth and pour it in along the corner of his mouth. This guy had his teeth clenched tightly, and he couldn't let go no matter how much he fed him. He tasted a bit of the sweetness of peaches. After that, the teeth loosen slowly.

"Hey, he's not a sweet guy." Huawen grabbed Luther's handsome face in revenge, leaving a suspicious red mark on his porcelain-white skin.

After the feeding was finally finished, Luther's body temperature also dropped a little, and he murmured a few words vaguely with his slightly opened mouth. When the picture text came closer, he was calling "Vincent".

A strange smell came out of his heart, Huawen frowned slightly, and heard him call "Vincent" several times, couldn't help but tugged at this pretty face again.

"You are stupid, what did you tell that person to do? He betrayed you and made you suffer so badly. He is an enemy of the Federation, and he never forgets..."

The more Huawen talked to himself, the more depressed he felt. He wanted to throw his head on the cold ground and let him suffer from a headache, but he still couldn't do it in the end, and he couldn't bear it.

Holding the head with soft hair and bending down, the painting was also tired from sitting, yawned and lay on Luther's chest, listening to the steady and strong heartbeat, slowly fell asleep...

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In the falling dream, the body was floating like a ship, the chest could not breathe, and he exhaled heavily, a vague shadow walked over from the light.

It was a tall and slender figure. Luther could only look up, but after a while he realized that it wasn't that the figure was tall, but... that he had become smaller.

In the dream, he seemed to be back when he was a child, when he was five or six years old, it was a time of ups and downs and bloody storms in the family.

The figure in front of him has been taking care of his daily life, she is a gentle and silent woman, he can't remember who it is, maybe which nanny at home, until a small shadow walked over from behind her and appeared in front of him, he didn't think What happened to this scene.

This is the day he first met Vincent.

Vincent was the son of his nanny. He was emaciated due to poor development. He was about the same age as him, but seemed to be a year or two younger.

This memory was so blurred that he could barely remember the faces of Vincent and his mother, but he would never forget that it was the thin Vincent who saved him in the middle of the night when his father was assassinated by the empire.

The assassin carried a silencer gun, and after killing his father, he turned towards him. The young Luther was still immersed in the horror of his father's death. When he was pointed at by the gun, he couldn't think of hiding, and he froze in place. .

A villain rushed over and sprinkled the assassin's eyes with lime, pulled up little Luther and ran away. They exhausted all their strength, and they only ran to the second floor and had nowhere to escape.

The adults in the mansion either died or fled, and the two children were like little mice being chased away by a cat. It was useless to run away in a hurry, they could only hide.

Vincent took him to the nanny room he was familiar with, let him hide in the storage cabinet, wiped the blood of the old general on Luther's face, and said firmly in a childish voice: "Sir, don't move around. ,wait me back!"

Vincent is different from others, he never called him "little master", always called him "Little Mister".

When Luther was young, he looked so pretty and looked like a girl. Many peers called him "Little Miss". After Vincent heard that Luther was sad and troubled by this, he took his hand and told him: "You are not Little Miss. , you are Mr. Little."

Pushed into the storage cabinet by Vincent, Luther felt Vincent's strength for the first time, and even locked the cabinet door, and ran to the door of the nanny's room alone.

Before he could take two steps, a figure flashed over. The bullets from the silencer gun pierced through the small figure with the sound of breaking the wind, like a punctured kite, and fell lightly to the ground. I didn't get up either.

Luther saw it, he saw it through the gap in the storage cabinet, but he didn't dare to make a sound, he covered his mouth and swallowed the tears into his stomach, his clenched lips were covered with blood foam.

At that moment, he didn't know whether it was fear or sadness. He passed out, and when he woke up, he was already in the hospital. A funeral was being held at home. That time the main house was attacked, and too many people died.

He hurriedly asked the housekeeper if Vincent was still alive. The housekeeper shook his head and said he didn't know. Vincent's mother left with the child, not sure if it was alive or dead.

After that, they never saw each other again.

He thought Vincent was dead, when he was six years old. Later, when they met again in the fleet selection, the adult Vincent stood in front of him and asked him, "Do you remember me?"

Luther looked at the handsome young man in front of him and burst into tears. Of course he remembered, Vincent, so you are not dead!

Vincent laughed: "Yes, young master, you still remember, I'm so touched."

Hearing what he said, Luther's expression froze slightly, but he couldn't help being happy seeing this familiar and friendly face.

But he had a little regret that he never told Vincent, he thought his little friend had forgotten.

If there is still a chance, he would like to ask why you don't call me "Mr."