The whole universe is worried that the general will get a divorce

Perhaps because of the fact that the lights are never turned off in this city that never sleeps, all the rooms in this city are equipped with long and thick black curtains that drag the floor.

Without exception, they block all the light outside the window, leaving no gaps.

Curtains of this color are not very popular in other places. After all, although it has a shading effect, it has no aesthetic feeling at all.

Having said that, the place where he and Carlos lived used to have the same kind of black curtains. He never knew why he liked this kind of curtains. Now it seems that it was probably influenced by his childhood experience.

Igor rested his chin on one hand, and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. He seemed a little careless, but his eyes kept looking at the boy not far away.

The boy was only in his teens at the moment, with blond hair and blue eyes, a slender and thin body, and his white wrist seemed to be broken if he pinched it, which made people unconsciously want to protect him.

Presumably it was because of the boy's appearance that he was so easily confused by him. Knowing that he was not a human being and could not be judged by common sense, he still let go of his guard against him and was easily caught by him.

Although there was nothing wrong with being caught by him in a sense, and although the shackles on his hands were of no use, it was effortless for him to break free from them.

"You said just now that I have your mark on me?" Igor reached out and touched the place where the boy touched him just now. There was still a slight touch left by him. The porcelain white neck was flat and smooth, without a trace Mark of.

The boy who was about to open the door to go out paused for a moment when he heard what he said, then closed the door again and walked forward.

But when he came forward, he didn't answer his question, but held his wrist and examined it carefully.

There were several obvious red marks on the porcelain-white wrist, some of which had begun to turn blue and purple.

The boy looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to stroke the red mark, his movements were gentle and quiet, after a few strokes, he suddenly raised his head to look at Eagle.

Meeting his gaze, Igor shrugged and said indifferently, "Physical problems, don't worry about it."

From the day he remembered, his body has always been like this, unable to bear the slightest injury, and even a slight impact can turn his skin blue, as if he had suffered some serious abuse.

Although as the person involved, he didn't feel any pain at all, but he had to admit that this look was really scary.

To be honest, he has been high-minded since he was a child, and he doesn't want to show weakness in front of others, so he has always been very annoyed by his seemingly fragile physique.

From childhood to adulthood, he has worked harder than others, spent more time than others, and shed more sweat, in order to be stronger than others, so that no one can get close to him, and no one will notice his physique.

After all, he didn't want this kind of physique to be the ridicule of his so-called brothers and sisters.

At the beginning, he could only wear long-sleeved clothes as much as possible, hide his skin that might be injured under the clothes, and then try to find a way not to get close to others, and prevent others from getting close to him.

Later, the medical technology of the Sabana Empire has advanced by leaps and bounds in more than 100 years, so he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

He still didn't solve his constitution, but he found something that could quickly eliminate the bruising and prevent it from being exposed to others.

Although later he knew that his problem could not be blamed on his physique, but on acquired human factors.It's no big deal though.

When he was not stupid before, he would maintain and repair the machine almost every once in a while, and the machine played its role well.

Later, he was a fool for five years, and he didn't even know who he was, a fool who was doing nothing all day long, let alone talking about maintenance.

So before this era, it is not surprising that the machine that persisted for five years was scrapped.

"You have been poisoned before," the boy nodded, checked his wrist again, and made his own judgment, "It seems that all the toxins in your body have been cleaned up not long ago, and when your body functions gradually After adjustment, this phenomenon will disappear.”

"Yeah," Eagle responded, and sighed, "I have indeed been poisoned, and you are the one who helped me clean up the poison."

After Igor finished speaking, he stretched and leaned against the wall, "Speaking of which, I have something to ask you."

The room he stayed in was empty, except for the bed he sat on, there was only a small square table on the bed and a lamp for lighting.

Eagle looked at it for a long time and didn't see any particularly useful information. He could only lament that Carlos' interest hadn't changed at any time.

It has always been so blank, without any hobbies, and it seems that there has never been anything I like.

So he didn't care much about issues related to his own comfort, such as the bed under him.

The softness of this bed was really not right, it made him, who had been on the battlefield, feel weird, and he felt sore and backache just sitting on it.

"What do you want to ask?" The boy let go of his wrist and took out a few soft handkerchiefs from the bed.

He opened the veil, tidied it up carefully, and wrapped it round and round around the cold shackles, it seemed that he had no intention of undoing his shackles.

"Your partner is me, how do you feel?" Eagle said.

The boy looked at him in confusion after hearing this, "What do you think?"

"What else do you think?" Iger laughed, "Have you never thought about who you will marry in the future? Who will you spend your life with? Have you ever thought that your partner will be a male alpha?"

Love is really the most interesting thing in the world. It can elevate people and degrade people. It can turn treasures into stones and honey into swill. It can also change people's pride and conceit into inferiority and cowardice.

No matter from which aspect, Eagle is proud.

He is the proud son of heaven, the number one heir to the throne of a planet, he has made great military exploits and is well-known, even among all the alphas in the entire universe, his qualifications are also among the best.

But this condition is nothing in front of Carlos, Carlos is an alpha, in front of him, any omgea's conditions are much better than him.

Iger certainly believed that Carlos who was by his side told him that he loved him, but he didn't believe that Carlos would feel indifferent now.

He really cared about what kind of impression the young Carlos would have on this non-stupid him.

"How should I feel?" The boy withdrew his movement, spread the quilt aside to cover his lap, and said in a flat tone, "I can't have a baby either."

After the boy made the bed, he quickly opened the door and walked out. The room was drowsy and quiet. After a brief silence, Igor covered his eyes with his hands, and laughed softly.

He forgot, originally, he should also have an omgea to accompany him.

When Eggy came in through the window, he saw Igor leaning halfway against the wall, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, his smile was obviously not obvious, but he looked very happy.

"Why, does Carlos in this era treat you well?" Eggy stepped forward and looked at the quilt covering him, and then at the handcuffs on his hands, "You are really very close to the handcuffs." It’s fate, I’ve been handcuffed several times back and forth, but you should be able to open this one too.”

"Yeah," Igor sighed, "I do have a little fate with handcuffs recently. But it's unnecessary to talk about it now. Have you checked what I asked you to check?"

Originally, he hadn't planned to meet Carlos so soon, after all, two or three hundred years had passed between them, and he didn't know him at all.

So Igor originally planned to investigate this dungeon together with Dandan to find out when and why it was established, and what role it played in Akatoli, a city that perished 300 years later. kind of role.

But he didn't expect that he could resist not meeting Carlos, but God couldn't bear it.

When Igor was about to set off to return to the ground, he heard that something that was not afraid of death wanted to call the young Carlos to serve him.

This really broke the skylight, and Igor didn't even care about the plan, so he did it directly.

"That's natural," Eggy said, "Although I'm not as good as Carlos, I'm still the crystallization of the highest technology on our planet. If I can't even find out a city, then I really have to listen to the opposition and rebuild it." .”

After saying this, Eggy stopped, and said with a strange expression, "Do you know why Akatoli is called the City of Angels?"

The word angel originated from a religion thousands of years ago.

That religion believes that human beings have souls, and after death, they can enter another world of happiness and happiness without sorrow and pain.

And the existence that guides humans at the gate of that world is called an angel.

"But the angels here don't mean that," Eggy said. "The legendary angels don't have a specific" gender. They are both male and female, both alpha and omgea. Who do you think this sounds similar to? "

"So you're saying that angels refer to people like Stahl," Eagle continued, "I don't think Akatoli can be called the city of angels just because Stahl is the only one."

"Yeah," Eggy suddenly sneered, "Just one is not enough, they created four-fifths of the inhabitants of this dungeon. That Akatoli who is called the city of angels is not referring to that at all. The one above us is this dungeon."

That's right, the city of Arkatoli, the city of angels that has left a few traces in history, never refers to the city above that is bright and normal and has nothing.

It has always been referring to this dungeon that sees light only once in 50 years.

And the word "angel" does not refer to the simple folk customs and hospitable people as those scientists in later generations thought.

It refers to those playthings that are sold from the ground to the ground, transformed into neither male nor female, and used to satisfy the desires of others.