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

Voyage diary, seventh day.

Today is still a calm day. We haven't contacted Catherine. The radio waves of the Stuart family have all been blocked. The universe seems to be calm. I don't know how the Federation is now surging.

Both Luther and Angus didn't sleep well, alas, give them some sleep aid medicine, I hope they can sleep well tonight.

In fact, this is quite normal. I just don’t understand why Aite doesn’t think about eating and drinking. He was driven by Luther to the transport ship to eat and live with his brothers, but he would come to the cockpit every day.

He came every day and didn't know what he was doing, so he just lay on the door of the cabin and peeked in. I suspected that he had other purposes and plotted against the law.

Is it coveting the beauty of our rose lion?

Hahaha I was joking, there should be another purpose, it remains to be seen.

Finish.

The corner of Luther's mouth twitched and he finished reading the pictorial voyage diary, while this guy was sleeping soundly in the sleeping bag next to him, not knowing that his extremely boring diary recorded in his brain had been peeked at.

That wishful thinking Aite has already been deported by him now, he can't even think about entering the cockpit again, let alone seeing Huawen again. Unexpectedly, this person couldn't help but sneaked into the cockpit these two days, and was caught by Huawen Found out, he hesitated and slipped away.

Looking at the picture of sleeping soundly, Luther bent down and leaned his arms on the sleeping bag near his head, staring at the peaceful sleeping face for a moment, and quietly wrapped him in his arms.

Who do you think Aite saw?Little fool, it's you.

But Luther couldn't open his mouth. Wen was obviously a very straightforward guy. He didn't get his constant hints at all, and he treated him as a matter of course, and said things that made the deer bump.

What... I am yours. If you are really mine, stop making jokes in a provocative tone. If you do this again, believe it or not, I will wipe you out!

When Luther was complaining and slandering the picture, the communication wave in the driver's seat suddenly lit up. Luther, who had been alert all along, immediately got up and connected to an unfamiliar communication.

After a long time, a woman's voice sounded along with the vague electric current.

["Lion Eagle"?Luther, is that you? ]

All of a sudden, Luther came up with a thousand thoughts, choked for a while, and then answered: "It's me, sister, long time no see."

The originally calm female voice couldn't help choking up, suppressing her crying and said: [You still know to call me sister!You little bastard!Do you know how worried I am about you!I thought... I thought you died together with Angus...]

"Sorry, Casey," Luther didn't know how to say comforting words, he let Catherine cry for a while at a loss, and then changed the subject seriously, "How is the family situation now?"

When it came to business, Catherine immediately put an end to her sentimentality, and was as capable as ever: [The old bastard Solomon surrounded the entire family, we are temporarily safe inside, but we cannot get out, and the guards are also under arrest. There is only one sent out guard Haven't been found yet, where are you?Don't follow the official track when you come back, I will send someone to meet you! ]

Luther sent her the location: "I'm with Angus. Don't send all the guards for the time being. It's better to arrange a transport ship. We narrowly escaped death this time and harvested a lot of treasures."

[I don't care about you baby!You are the baby of our Stuart family!Priceless!You must give me back intact, you understand! ]

Hearing Catherine's domineering tone, Luther couldn't help laughing, and involuntarily glanced at the crippled left arm, hiding it behind his back: "Okay, I will."

"Do you want to talk to Angus?" Luther looked back at Angus, who was not sleeping soundly.

Catherine's voice suddenly turned cold: [Tell that heartbroken man that I have unilaterally divorced him, and the children are all born with other people. Come on, Kevin, call your uncle. ]

A childish milk voice came from the communicator: [Uncle... Uncle! ]

Luther: "..."

"Cathy, you...don't tease me," Luther felt that his sister, who had always been freewheeling and rebellious, could really do such a thing, "Angus misses you very much, he has worked so hard to live for you Come down, you can't..."

Catherine was quiet: [Is what you said true? ]

"It's true, the world can learn from it!"

[Huh...a man's mouth, a deceiving ghost,] Catherine snorted twice, [Don't become a fool like Angus, just speak out your love and show it to the person you like. In his whole life, he should not let him have another chance to fall in love with others in this life. This kind of elm head needs to be beaten explicitly, otherwise there is no place to cry if he misses it. ]

Luther was slightly taken aback, and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay... I know, thank you, Casey."

[Thank me for what I did, I'm afraid you are too...] Catherine could understand her little brother's thoughts just by listening, [During this kind of turmoil, you can't hesitate, sister supports you, and love speaks out boldly. ]

The little boy with a baby voice also said: [Uncle!come on! ]

Luther still couldn't accept the sudden addition of a nephew for a while, and hurriedly said: "Well, Casey, this child..."

[Don't worry, it's that guy's own, but you tell him, let him come back quickly to take over,] Catherine smiled sinisterly, [If you have the ability to not go home for two or three years, now is the time to taste the sour taste. ]

At this moment, Angus got up from the sleeping bag in a daze, and looked at Luther blankly: "I seem to hear Catherine's voice..."

Luther returned a sympathetic look, and handed him the communicator: "Angus, God wants you to answer this communication, come on, it's Casey."

Angus immediately stared like a copper bell, and rushed to the driver's seat to pick it up. Luther could not interfere with the couple's affairs, so he returned to Huawen, grabbed his wrist and turned on his optical brain. With the equipment, Wen has never been defensive against him.

Turning to the last page of the voyage diary again, Luther's fingers on the screen were already slightly wet with sweat, and the unprecedented tension filled his heart, and he almost shattered his brain.

"Hmm..." Huawen suddenly turned over, Luther was taken aback, and immediately left a word on it in a hurry, then turned off the light brain and put his hand back on the pillow, and lay down by himself In the original position, the heartbeat was as fast as stealing the world's treasure, and there was unprecedented joy and anticipation.

It was decided, tomorrow, tomorrow must be...

The next day, Angus stayed up all night and stayed with Luther for the rest of the night. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to be decades old, leaning against the driver's seat with a miserable face, and monitoring the route nearby with no interest. No suspicious targets.

Luther could probably foresee the psychological blow he had suffered, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, Catherine sometimes teases you, she doesn't really want to anger you..."

"I know, I know everything," Angus sighed, covering his reddened eyes, "I just feel sorry for her, and made her worry for so long. In the end, I haven't said it to her in front of her for so many years. A 'love you'."

"Yes, we will go home soon," Luther said, inadvertently glanced at the picture of folding sleeping bags, as if talking about him, but also about himself, "Indeed, we must seize the opportunity , don’t miss it, it’s too late to regret.”

"Marshal..." Angus raised his head belatedly, his eyes jumped back and forth between him and the unsuspecting picture over there, suddenly understood something, smiled and elbowed him, " Hey, then hurry up, that kid looks more sluggish than me when I was young, if you don't wake him up, he won't know what happened."

Luther blushed, coughed unnaturally, and immediately looked over the picture: "What's wrong? Sir, your throat is uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing." Luther straightened up and walked past Huawen, and opened the hatch: "Today we are going to pass a space station outpost, where people from Solomon or the Empire may be lurking, I will go say hello to Aite and the others , ready to hide at any time."

"Okay." Huawen stood still unconsciously, watching the back of Luther leaving quickly, a little confused, today's Luther is not natural, and his tone is as serious as the superior officer who gave the order , but they almost have the same hands and feet when they walk.

Could the visual perception of the action space be distorted by the lack of a left hand?

My head was full of medical and health care pictures, and I didn't even realize that the reason for Luther's unnaturalness was me. I started to study how to adjust the sequelae of the amputation, and then I simply turned on the optical brain and began to record the rehabilitation plan. People can also be treated well.

As I was writing, my hands suddenly paused.

By myself... Alone, yes, Luther returned to the Federation, his mission was completed, and it was time to leave.

For some reason, the eye sockets were a little sore, the picture shrank to a corner of the cockpit, rubbed his eyes secretly, and the tip of his nose became sore, his whole body was like a deflated ball, unable to lift his energy.

I am getting more and more reluctant, what should I do?

What is that strange feeling in my heart?Over-reliance on the child of luck?

It shouldn't be like this... It hasn't happened after so many years of missions, Luther, Zhang Hedu, Long Long, Yan Lu... Why did this person trip himself up?

When Luther came back from the transport ship, he saw the situation in the cockpit. Angus stood awkwardly beside the driver's seat and forced himself to act nonchalantly. Hua Wen leaned against the bulkhead here, with a lifeless expression on his face.

When Luther saw it, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly approached Angus and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? He wasn't like this when I left!"

Angus was also at a loss: "How do I know! Wen just turned on the optical brain to write something for a while, and suddenly stopped, with an unhappy face, Marshal, did you do something wrong? Don't be self-defeating ah!"

"I..." Luther just wanted to say no, he didn't do anything, and suddenly remembered that he secretly left a sentence in the light of the picture yesterday.

He originally wanted to draw texts and usually write voyage diaries at night. When Wen saw it, he would come to him in the dead of night. Who knew that he turned on his optical brain so early today, maybe he saw the text he wrote. That's it.

It's over, does it mean that Wen doesn't accept him, but he is afraid that he, as a marshal, can't refuse?

For a moment, the two people with different thoughts became visibly depressed, and Angus was caught in the middle, suffering terribly.

This kind of stagnation lasted until evening. The "Lion Eagle" was about to pass through the outpost space station with two transport ships. The "Eagle" itself became an inconspicuous large spaceship.

Aite came forward on his behalf, registered at the outpost for Luther, and took the token of the Stuart family to hand it over secretly.

Huawen was not at ease, saying that he could go too, but Luther vetoed it.

"It's too dangerous, and you are not unfamiliar enough, you will be remembered by those who care," Luther said in a calm tone as much as possible, with soft eyes, "I also... don't want you to take any more risks."

This was a good communication they finally had after a day of stalemate. Huawen looked at him quietly, making Luther even more disturbed.

Luther instinctively felt that he wanted to protect Wen and respect Wen, and he could not let him be bullied, nor could he bully him.

"You..." Huawen laughed inexplicably, for some reason, his eyes were full of nostalgia, "Your temper has really improved, you are no longer impulsive, you have your own judgment, you are not awkward, and you can speak your mind. "

Luther blushed unknowingly, and looked away stammeringly: "You...what are you talking about, I used to have a bad temper?"

Huawen shook his head: "No, you are a kind person."

Luther: "..."

Why do I always feel that Wen is sending me a good person card?

During the period when Aite went to the post to register, they were unable to leave and could only stand by on the spot, which took about three hours.

These three hours should have been tense, but it didn’t seem to be the case in the cockpit. Angus had temporary authority, consciously helped Luther guard the cockpit, and gave up a large area at the back of the cockpit filled with pink bubbles. Bubble two awkward guys.

"Wen, you... did you see it?" Luther finally couldn't bear it anymore, leaned against the bulkhead next to Huawen, and said softly, "The sentence I wrote in your brain, I want to ask you ,Your answer."

"What?" Huawen raised his head in a daze, saw Luther's suddenly rosy ear tips, seemed to realize something, turned his back hastily, and turned on the optical brain to look.

Luther clamped Hua Wen's wrist, his fair face was almost cooked by cramping, and a cluster of dazzling sparks lit up in his icy blue eyes: "Don't look! I...I'll tell you directly! "

The distance between the two was shortened again and again, and now they were so close that their breathing could be heard clearly, only then did Huawen realize that both of their nostrils were terribly hot.

"Sir?" Huawen himself was in a state of brain shutdown, and an unprecedented impulse almost crushed his rational nerves, "You... what do you want to say?"

Ludra put his hands on the wall with the picture drawn, lowered his head, stared at him with almost pious eyes, and then opened his lips lightly: "I..."

"boom--!"

A loud noise exploded in the air, and the red light of the flames shone in from the window, printing the pupils of the two people red, and the entire cockpit was in shock. Amid the beeping alarms, Luther did not take his eyes off at all. , clinging to the picture and text.

"Explosion...explosion, sir," Huawen bit the corner of his lips tightly, only feeling difficult to breathe, he instinctively avoided what Luther said just now, "I didn't hear what you said...uh..."

Luther didn't give him another chance to escape, and bent down as the cockpit shook violently.

In the chaos of war amidst the sound of bombing, he recklessly threw away all forbearance, all thinking, the glory of his life and the burden on his shoulders, and kissed the picture text just as himself.