Raising children to prevent aging [Future Interstellar ABO]

The Mecha Contest is equivalent to the sports meeting of Cyril's previous life. It is held at the end of October every year, but this year is obviously postponed, because the "wind" generated by the magnetic changes of the stars blows to poor Boyana again. This "wind" is It's called a particle storm.

In his previous life, Cyril had also seen pictures of the aurora on the computer. It was also a kind of particle, but it was much more gentle and beautiful than Boya's.The particle storm on the Boyana planet is very terrifying. During this period, the communication is almost completely paralyzed, and various degrees of damage will occur in various places.Among them, the meteorites and even the space junk left over from the launch of satellites will turn into shells and explode violently on the land of Boyana.

Therefore, Muze started preparing for the inspection a few days before the arrival of the particle storm.

No matter which planet, which era, soldiers are always the most reliable people who will always fight on the front line.

It is the second time for Cyril to experience a particle storm when he grows up. I heard that this time the particle storm is more severe than before, so Mu Ze dare not take it lightly, and is working day and night on deployment.

Cyril spent weekends in the military headquarters. He has been here several times, and everyone knows him from the soldiers guarding the gate to his father's adjutant to the orderly soldiers.

And every time I go, the scene is too sensational.

In the words of the earth: after serving as a soldier for three years, a sow is better than Diaochan.Put it on Heleron, as long as it is an omega, it is enough.

Cyril doesn't like this place, he is not a showy person, it's too annoying to be stared at like a monkey in every move.

But his father really didn't have time to accompany him, and Cyril thought he was thinking too much, so he came to live with his father.

The military department is very open to Omega, and Cyril can move freely except for confidential places where he cannot enter or leave.

Cyril wanted to play with Tony for a while, but when he walked to the door, he found that he didn't have a pass, and this place was absolutely forbidden to come and go, even his father didn't have permission, so he had no choice but to go back and stay in his father's dormitory, lying on the bed. Reading in bed.

His father's dormitory wasn't too big, but it was well-equipped, and even had an independent kitchen where he could cook and eat.At this time, there were still a few vegetables and a small amount of rice in the crisper, so Cyril rolled up his sleeves and prepared to prepare dinner for his father.

The outside windows were crowded with idle alpha fighters. They scratched their heads and wanted to rush in to watch Cyril, but they were afraid of Mu Ze, so they could only squat under the window and smell the fragrance that wafted out to quench their thirst.

"It's too perfect to be able to cook." An alpha was intoxicated by the smell of rice.

"Yeah yeah." Another echoed, "And he smiles so cute, I want to hold him in my arms and ravage him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the poor alpha was beaten.

Cyril's face was full of black lines while cooking, can they keep their voices down?

Mu Ze didn't want to eat at first, but remembering that Cyril was in his dormitory, he was afraid that he would be hungry, so he temporarily ended his work and got up to go back.

When approaching the dormitory building, Mu Ze suddenly stopped, and then looked at the front blankly.

"You guys, do you feel cold?" an alpha said suddenly.

Then their eyes turned to Mu Ze's direction in unison. In the next second, each of them popped up like bamboo shoots, stood up straight, and said hello in unison: "General Yiwen, good afternoon."

"I will go to study at the wired soldiers tonight, and I will greet Volley." There was a little carelessness in the cold voice, which seemed to be said casually, but it made the group of alphas dumbfounded.

Wired soldiers... What an ancient and hard-working soldier, the entire galaxy, only Boya has this kind of soldier.

I have to repeat countless times of boring and hard work every day-running forward with about one hundred catties of cables on my back, then climbing trees and poles to erect cables, then climbing down, continuing to run, and repeating the cycle.

This is to rely on the most primitive method to ensure smooth communication when the particle storm comes.

After Mu Ze finished speaking, he didn't even look at them, and walked away.

The moment the door was opened, the smiling face behind the door melted Mu Ze's stern expression.

"Daddy is back." Cyril stretched out his arms and jumped up to give Mu Ze a hug, and successfully hung it around his neck.

"Yeah." Muze let him hold him, and then walked in with Cyril unaffected. When he saw the steaming food on the table, his eyes softened a lot.

Muze lowered his head, put Cyril down, and then sat down, ready to eat.

"When is Daddy leaving?" Cyril asked Muze.

"The day after tomorrow." Mu Ze said, "the particle storm will arrive in three days and seven hours. You live in the military headquarters, and you will go back to school when it's over?"

Cyril shook his head: "No need, the school's protective shield is also very strong, no problem." If Muze is not here, he will definitely be bored by himself, so it's better to go back to school, at least it will be more lively.

Mu Ze has always doted on Cyril, and he basically would not refute his words. After hearing the words, he nodded slightly: "Protect yourself."

"Well, so is Daddy." Cyril looked at Muze and said slightly worried, "Daddy will come back safely."

"Okay." Muze looked into Cyril's amber eyes and replied seriously.

Shocked by his father's beauty, Cyril hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the rice, his little heart beating uncontrollably.

After eating, Mu Ze left again without saying when he would come back.

Cyril was used to it a long time ago, so he cleaned up the dishes very naturally, played casually for a while, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After halfway through washing, he realized that he didn't bring a change of clothes. His father's dormitory was not equipped with a washing machine, so he ran out and put on his father's shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and went back to the bathroom to squat and scrub his underwear.

Cyril, who was holding his underwear and standing under the dryer to dry his underwear, didn't hear the sound of the door opening, nor did he hear the sound of his father coming over. It wasn't until the bathroom door was pushed open that Cyril looked at his father stupidly.

The shy Xiril immediately put his hands behind his back, blushed and hesitated, "Daddy, you, why did you come back so early today?"

"Well, I'm almost busy with things, so I came back." Mu Ze looked at Cyril inquiringly, and then turned and left after saying "you continue".

Cyril pinched the half-dry panties, and then continued to dry them.

Half a minute later, the underwear was completely dry, and after putting it on, Cyril lingered out of the bathroom.

His father had already changed into pajamas, seeing him coming out, he said: "You go to bed first, I'll take a shower."

Speaking naturally, Cyril didn't think too much, slipped past his father with his head down, and then swooped onto the bed.

Muze glanced at Cyril with a smile in his eyes, and turned to the bathroom.

Cyril rolled on the bed, face up, for some reason, suddenly remembered the experience of sharing the bed with his father more than two weeks ago.

The feeling of skin-to-skin contact is so wonderful that Cyril is a little skin-hungry.

Mu Ze didn't make him wait too long, and he came out within a few minutes. He turned off the light, but still walked in the exact direction of the bed.

There is only one bed in the dormitory, and it is impossible for Muze to sleep on the sofa, and he will not let Cyril sleep on it, so they can only sleep together.

Cyril's night vision ability is not as good as Muze's, he can only vaguely see a figure walking towards him, tall and tall, exuding a powerful alpha pheromone... Cyril swallowed, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

The mattress beside him sank, and a warm body lay in. Cyril's body was already so stiff that he couldn't move, but his hands touched his father's thigh uncontrollably.

"Huh?" Muze asked a monosyllabic question.

Cyril forced himself to retract his claws, and said with a laugh, "It's nothing, I just think Daddy is in good shape."

"Heh..." Mu Ze suddenly laughed lowly, stretched out his hand to pinch Cyril's waist, and said, "Cyril is also good."

Xiril, whose waist is very sensitive, suddenly felt a small cluster of electric current flowing through his body, which made him tremble unconsciously.

Muze didn't take his hand back, but just put it on Cyril's waist, and the warm breath came out from his clothes, lingering in his nose, recalling that Cyril was only wearing his shirt , showing long and straight legs, Mu Ze suddenly felt a little commotion.

No alpha should be able to resist such a seductive scene, even Mu Ze, who was usually indifferent, was stunned at that moment.

However, his self-control was very strong, so he quickly suppressed the surge of strange emotions, just like now, he held Cyril even tighter, and even brought Cyril into his arms.Mu Ze tenderly printed a kiss on his forehead: "Good night, my Cyril."

Cyril felt that sooner or later he would die of myocardial infarction.