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

At two o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, a meteor with fluorescent lights flew across the vast sea of ​​stars, leaving behind a soft and bright tail flame.

In order to last longer, the "Lion Eagle" turned off most of its functions, leaving only cruise and defense, and shuttled in the boundless universe.

The not-so-spacious cockpit was pitch black at this moment. After a day of thrilling and exciting escape, everyone should go to sleep exhausted.

There is an open space behind the driver's seat, which is more than enough to sleep three people. Angus, who is on the outermost side, has already wrapped himself in a sleeping bag and fell into a deep sleep. Luther leans on one side and closes his eyes to rest. There is an empty sleeping bag next to the driver's seat. It is a picture .

The sleepless medical soldier was quietly running to the corner next to the driver's seat, standing by the window with his back to the inside, the light blue starlight shone in from a nebula not far away, illuminating his back hazy hazy.

The rustling sound kept ringing, Luther, who was feigning sleep, opened one eye, looked at the thin back for a moment, the dirty clothes were taken off and thrown aside, and he quickly wiped his whole body with a cleaning ball , he really couldn't stand himself going through the sewer.

After wiping it clean, his whole body was refreshed, and Huawen couldn't help stretching his waist. His naked back had sharp lines, revealing two beautiful waists, filled with soft starlight.

Luther really wanted to appreciate this artwork-like figure without distracting thoughts, but an inexplicable blush crept up to the tips of his ears unconsciously. He couldn't help leaning his head into the darkness, and secretly stared at it with wide eyes. Dark blue silhouette.

He didn't notice the peeped pictures. He was struggling with the clothes he didn't change. The medical soldier's camouflage uniform was the only one, and it was so dirty that he couldn't shake it in the washing machine three times, let alone the cockpit. There is no washing machine.

Scratching his head helplessly, he got into the sleeping bag naked, thinking about doing some more ideological work until he could convince himself to put on his dirty clothes again.

[I didn't expect your cleanliness to suddenly worsen? 】

"It's not cleanliness, it's clean. As long as it's not an emergency, it's good to be clean." Huawen scrubbed the pile of dirty clothes from a distance, "Can I clean it with my mind? "

[Functions such as mind laundry have not yet been developed, and have been added to the system skills wishing menu, so stay tuned. 】

The corner of Huawen's mouth twitched: "Then you go on, it would be great if you can return to the Federation as soon as possible..."

They sailed to a no-man's land on the border. The signal was interrupted and they could not call for help. They dialed countless distress signals, but there was no response. No one will find out here.

He can only hope that after passing through the first wormhole, he can receive the signal from the Federation. At that time, he will definitely ask for a set of clean clothes, or suggest that Luther simply install a washing machine in the mech in the future.

Seeing Huawen huddled naked in a sleeping bag like a little white rabbit, worrying about the dirty clothes that couldn't be cleaned and changed, Luther almost couldn't hold back the thought of rubbing his soft black hair.

The blurred childhood memories gradually became clearer, and Luther remembered that Vincent was a little clean freak when he was young. Not only did he hate dirty clothes, but he could clean dirty toys several times.

When he took him to see the "Lion Eagle" for the first time, Vincent pointed to the 30-meter-tall guy and said to him with a bitter face: "Sir, this toy is too big! I can't clean it! "

When "Lion Eagle" knew that he was regarded as a toy and was still a dirty toy, he was depressed for a long time. Little Luther said good or bad, and told Vincent that "Lion Eagle" was a little dusty outside, but it was absolutely clean inside, so Vincent Tricked into the cockpit.

At that time, it was difficult for the two little people to climb into the driver's seat. Now it has been more than 20 years, and things are different. Luther, who was six or seven years old, was killed. He died, and Vincent became its only owner, and he was not remembered.

After realizing that he was the one who was abandoned in the end, Luther felt a little bit sad, then got up slowly, and made a little movement when he approached Huawen, so as not to scare him.

"Sir?" Huawen sat up from the sleeping bag, showing his head, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Aren't you too?" Luther sat on the ground next to him without any notice, with one leg bent and relaxed, looking out of the window without squinting. nape of neck.

"I...can't sleep." Huawen moved a little away awkwardly, he was not wearing anything, and he felt more clearly about Luther beside him.

Like a little bug with sparks, it was about to burn the half of the body near Luther.

Luther looked at the clothes he changed, and couldn't help laughing: "Is it too dirty to sleep?"

The painting wept with a sad face: "You try to drill the sewer for a day? When I came out, I was like a beggar at the port."

Luther patted his arm casually and stood up: "Come with me, there are spare clothes here."

Huawen was stunned, how come?Did he wriggle around like a caterpillar wrapped in a sleeping bag?

After struggling with his thoughts for a long time, Huawen got out of his sleeping bag, walked into the dark place of the cockpit, and followed Luther. .

Opening the door of the small warehouse for spare supplies, Luther picked out a set of white one-piece work clothes that looked too small. For underwear...

He couldn't help but look back at the picture text following behind his eyes, and his body froze instantly.

Although there is a dark and dark place in front of my eyes, the picture text seems to not understand how white I am, and I can see the body of xx in the dark, and the lethality of seeing flowers in the fog is so high that Luther's brain is hot. It was hot, and he hurriedly turned his head and slapped himself on the forehead.

A crisp "pop" sounded in the darkness, Huawen paused: "What's wrong?"

Luther managed to calm down and said, "No...it's nothing, there are mosquitoes."

Picture text: "???" There are mosquitoes in space?

"Put it on quickly, so you don't get bitten by mosquitoes." Luther hurriedly threw the clothes to him, and didn't forget to add a pair of underwear: "Well...the underwear may be a little loose, these clothes are all for me It’s the size, but I’ve never worn it before, try it on.”

"Oh...thank you very much." Huawen pulled on his underwear while groping in the dark to put on his clothes. It was really loose.

Luther turned his head and slipped away, went to the original sleeping position and continued to pretend to be calm with his eyes closed.

Huawen returned to the sleeping bag, thought for a while and found that there was something in the dirty clothes, got up, touched his trouser pocket, and took out Ed's badge. He didn't think it was dirty at all, wiped it and put it in a new one. In his clothes, he lay back in his sleeping bag with peace of mind, only to realize something was wrong belatedly.

How does Luther know who is bigger or smaller?

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When he opened his eyes again, there was already a glimmer of light in the cockpit, and only one light was turned on to save power. Huawen didn't know how long he had been asleep.

The cabin was quiet, and he habitually turned on his brain to check the time, and by the way, glanced at Luther's physical condition monitored above.

He only slept for four hours, and that guy Luther... his blood pressure was quite high early in the morning, and his heartbeat was also very fast. I don't know what he was excited about.

As soon as he looked up, he found that Luther was getting out of the sleeping bag in a hurry. His frizzy blond hair was messy like an adolescent boy, his face was ruddy, with a touch of imperceptible shyness, full of youthful air.

I was stunned to see the pictures and texts. Is Your Excellency the Marshal who just woke up so young?In the final analysis, although Luther is a marshal, he is only 27 or [-]. He must have grown up in a strict family since he was a child, and he has been in the army for many years, retaining that rare youthful innocence.

Huawen nodded his chin, showing a smile of unknown meaning, um... Actually, to put it bluntly, that guy is a sensitive little virgin.

I saw Luther got out of his sleeping bag and sat there blankly for a while to wake up. He fidgeted and scratched at the messy bird's nest of hair. The bracelet, for a moment, suddenly noticed something, and looked in the direction of the picture.

He didn't feel embarrassed when he was caught peeking at the picture text. He shook the light brain in his hand and joked, "Sir, would you like some antihypertensive medicine? The heart rate is too fast and the blood pressure is too high. My blood pressure is too high. I thought you had high blood pressure."

Luther turned cold for a moment to hide his embarrassment, and pulled the medical bracelet threateningly, and tilted his head indifferently when he saw the picture, but he couldn't tear it off after all, he couldn't bear it.

I don't know if it was scratched by the bracelet. Luther felt that his left hand was slightly numb these days, so he flicked his wrist casually, stood up ferociously, and walked towards the painting aggressively.

"Hey, don't hit the doctor!" Huawen quickly jumped out of the sleeping bag, "I'm going to sue your doctor for trouble!"

Luther raised his arms and pressed him against the bulkhead, and said domineeringly, "Take out the dagger."

Bewildered by the sudden wall dong, he hastily retreated into the corner: "Sir, don't use such a rude and bloody way, we are all civilized people, your lord has a lot..."

"Take it out." Luther looked at him, as if he was giving an ultimatum: Don't make me say it a third time.

Huawen offered the laser dagger with both hands, Luther took it, and he immediately knelt down with his head in his arms: "I was wrong."

There was no other sound above his head for a long time, and Huawen thought that Luther was holding a guillotine to kill him, when he heard a familiar breath, this guy secretly laughed at him again!Still mocking!

"Okay, get up," Luther took the opportunity to pat Huawen's head, "Am I so fierce? I just want to teach you a trick, how to use a dagger as a medium-range weapon."

Huawen probably knows that Luther's dagger is very good, and the laser dagger is specially prepared for medical soldiers. It can not only be used as a weapon, but also a portable surgical knife on the battlefield.

"Because the laser dagger is special and has strong penetrating power, so be careful not to hurt yourself when using it...Of course you should know better," Luther made a throwing motion, and then returned the dagger to Huawen , "You try, like this."

Hua Wenwen tried Luther's posture. Of course, he didn't dare to throw it out like this. It was about six meters from here to the bulkhead. He was afraid that he might miss the wall, but he was still screaming Sleeping Angus.

"The wrist is still a little soft, use your strength." Luther helped him adjust his posture, and after a while, he felt that he could also become a master of knives.

After trying a few times in a pretentious manner, Luther still asked Luther to demonstrate: "How can you be accurate? Daggers don't have cursors."

"Practice more and find the feel," Luther clamped the end of the dagger with two slender fingers, his eyes like a knife, "The aim of a cold weapon depends on intuition, and sometimes it is more useful than a hot weapon."

As he said that, his pupils shrank slightly, like a beast locked on to the target, his arm shook with the wrist, and the dagger flew out, the speed almost surpassed the bullet.

With a sound of "Bang!", the dagger was nailed to the opposite bulkhead. Huawen didn't even see how it flew over, but saw a small bloodstain on the opposite bulkhead.

"What is that?" Huawen ran over quickly, only to see a beetle nailed to death with a dagger, still twitching slightly.

Luther frowned and pulled out the dagger, and picked up the beetle on the tip of the knife with a solemn expression: "This is a beetle on the prison planet... It stands to reason that it can't survive half a day in space, how could it appear here..."

"Maybe it sneaked in?" Huawen looked at the twitching joints of the beetle, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Luther's left hand, which was also twitching slightly!

"Hey! What's wrong with your hand?" Huawen grabbed his left hand, and the whole wrist seemed to have a convulsion, not an ordinary spasm.

Luther was also startled, and immediately pinched his uncontrollable left hand. It was just ordinary soreness yesterday, but now the numbness became more obvious. It was like an electric shock for a moment, and he couldn't help grunting in pain.

"What's going on?!" Huawen held Luther's wrist in a panic, and the hot touch came from his palm, and the muscles of the entire left hand trembled violently.

"Leave me alone for now!" Luther pushed the picture away, and pointed at the driver's seat with pain, "Go and control the 'Lion Eagle' and let it leave the original route!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise, and the entire cockpit was almost turned upside down. The "Lion Eagle" was blasted by a sudden laser cannon and turned several times in the air.

"What's wrong! What's wrong!" Angus woke up from his sleep, his whole body was thrown to the top of the cockpit, and then fell down suddenly.

Huawen was dizzy from the fall, his right eye was blood red, his forehead was shattered, blood flowed into his eyes, he gritted his teeth and stumbled to the driver's seat. There was a lot of red, and they were waiting for a rabbit by the enemy!

"How is this possible... Hasn't the tracker been thrown away!" Angus touched his neck with lingering fear, the deadly collar on it had long since disappeared.

Huawen didn't care about wiping the blood from the corners of his eyes, so he sat in the driver's seat and switched to manual mode, pushing the acceleration to the limit: "General Angus! Hold on to Mr., let's sit still!"

The wings of the "Lion Eagle" spread out, the four door pushers opened simultaneously, and the dazzling blue flames spewed out from behind, and the speed increased to the extreme!

Huawen's whole body was pressed against the driver's seat, and Angus supported Luther against the other end of the bulkhead. Luther's condition was getting worse and worse, and his left hand was convulsed to the point where it was almost twisted.

"Marshal! Luther! What's wrong with you?!" Angus helped him press his twitching left hand, looked at his pale neck with bulging veins, his bloodless lips fluttered, and said something vaguely.

Angus listened closer, his face paled in shock, and he quickly shook his head: "No! You can't do this!"

Huawen was so crushed by the speed-up that he felt like vomiting, his forehead was bleeding profusely, and a conversation announcement came from the control screen in front of him, and he pressed the button to reject it without thinking.

The conversation announcement came again, and suddenly seeing the name on it, Huawen's hand paused, and he looked back at Luther who was weakly leaning against the bulkhead, gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the on the control screen.

[Conversation connected, Vincent—]

A soft voice with a cold smile echoed in the cockpit. Luther suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the canthus of his eyes were cracked.

[Hey, Luther, are you okay?My little master, why do you always want to run away? Vincent misses you. ]