atlantis

"You like a strong partner. Are you sure that I will be suitable for you?" Morris lifted his graceful jaw, and although his tone was calm, he stared at Cymo with a pair of cold and sharp green eyes.

Cymo frowned, and the smile on his lips seemed to be a little stiff because of the pain, but even so, his face was still extremely beautiful.

"Of course, I'm sure..." Cymo leaned over, and spoke softly like clear spring water, as if it was the most beautiful voice in the world, "You are the envoy recognized by Rune, with supreme dignity, any race in the Ido world Everyone is willing to be your partner, even the Elohim of the top civilization, you don't need to look up."

"Han Jing is really weak, just a humble human being. You said he is a mathematics expert? But I have Kamera's inherited memory and control the theoretical knowledge of four-dimensional space. As long as you choose me, I am willing to help you with everything I have. You, let you become the ruler of this planet." Cymo is like the legendary Daji or Baosi, full of deadly charm, and brought down a powerful dynasty that has been for hundreds of years.

Morris is very clear that Cymo is not lying. Jumping from three-dimensional space to four-dimensional space, its technological gap is like leaping directly from the ancient Bronze Age to today's space age, which is enough to completely overturn a period of history.

Morris looked at Cymo's face, and his fingers slid from the beautiful forehead to the stunning purple eyes, along the beautiful jaw and slowly reached the white shoulder blades, and touched the silk clothes. The skin under the fingertips was thicker than silk Smooth and delicate.

"You really want me to touch you?" Morris' eyes were as calm as water.

Cymo frowned all the time, feeling an invisible coercion, and her beautiful face finally changed color because of the next sentence.

"And then go to revive Kamera's former glory?" Morris's lips slightly raised, his sharp eyes seemed to pry into Cymo's heart.

Noticing a flash of panic in his deep purple eyes, Morris eased his tone and helped Cymo pull up the long skirt that had slipped off her jade shoulders.

"I love Han Jing deeply. Cymo, I'm just an ordinary human being, and I'm of the same race as the Han Jing you despise so much."

"It's not your fault, because you can't understand human feelings, the emptiness you think doesn't have to exist. One thing, I have to remind you that you are a distinguished guest invited by human beings, but there will never be a time when the guests take the lead " Maurice raised his graceful jaw again, his eyes were like knives, and he warned Cymo coldly.

Cymo froze for a while, Fang pursed his lips, raised his hand to hold Morris, and covered his face with the painful hand on his chin.

"Are you really the same as Han Jing? A flawless body...Even Elohim can't do it..."

Cymo was like a woman in love, holding Morris's hand, with a hint of cunning in her gentle purple eyes.

"Your eyes hide panic? Besides, your hands seem to be a little hot?"

Noticing that Morris's face finally changed slightly, Cymo felt a little joy of turning the defeat into victory, and stopped talking too much.

"You'd better rest for a day or two? Seems like you have a fever?" Cymo took the initiative to give the steps.

"I hope you don't use the power of charm on them in the future." Morris said every word, avoiding the embarrassment of skin heating.He was indeed a little upset, the familiar desire, the impatience that the curse of Atlantis was beginning to revive.

"Your clansmen treat me like a prisoner and never leave." Cymo suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I have been patient, waiting for you to send me to Charon Star."

"Charon star?"

"Charon has Anoid substance, Lake Sayer-Wann." Cymo showed a very serious expression for the first time, "Although I can lose my fish tail and turn into two legs to walk in the world. But I am always a mermaid living in Kamera, The God of Creation was doomed long ago when we were born, and we cannot do without the Anoid substance.”

"Without Anoid...I'd perish and die..." Cymo stared at Morris quietly.

Morris's brows trembled slightly, and he felt complicated. He didn't expect that Cymo would give his life and death to himself. After all, he had a chance to escape on the battleship Kusari.But he actually chose to help himself, went through life and death, and came to the edge of the universe, the backward civilization in his eyes... Although he didn't know what Cymo's purpose was, Morris' initial anger gradually subsided.

"Charon Star is an S-class secret of the federal government. I must pass a parliamentary decision before I can answer you."

"S-class secret? Charon is the remnant of Alteran. Could it be that Charon is the space fortress left by Alteran? A flying city similar to Elohim?"

"So... I really guessed right?" Watching the subtle changes on Morris's face, Cymo suddenly smiled and said: "You are really a race favored by God. Although you are backward, you have unlimited potential."

Cymo laughed all over the country, but there was a trace of indescribable bitterness.

Morris thought of the legendary glory of the Kamera, but now it has been reduced to a race at the mercy of others...

Every civilization with advanced wisdom has been reduced to this point, and its remaining descendants will never bear it willingly...

"I assure you that even if the meeting fails, the Anoid material will be transported from Charon to Earth, and you don't have to worry about your own safety. Humans are a peaceful and friendly race under the afterglow of Alteran."

"I believe in you." Cymo suppressed the sadness in his eyes, and smiled at Morris, who showed sincerity, "Please tell the federal government that if human beings can show the potential I expect, I am willing to exchange knowledge, such as you The four-dimensional space that is being explored? But I hope that human beings will promise to save my kind if possible, so that the civilization of Kamera can continue here.”

The two have been together for more than half a year, and Han Jing has slowly figured out Morris' temper.In private, Morris will even reveal a vulnerable side and rely on himself; but in official affairs, the relationship between Morris and himself is still a clear relationship between public and private.

Although he was very nervous about Morris' body, Han Jing knew that Marco's words were correct. If he went to find Morris now, if it wasn't for business, he might not even be able to enter the office door.

Suppressing his worries, Han Jing considered again and again, but finally did not return to the Erra area.He went to the senior's ward, and Roger was lying on the hospital bed with a haggard face, without the suave charm of the past.However, he was in good spirits, and it took nearly an hour just to babble and criticize Han Jing.Han Jing was wronged, considering Morris' temperament, he still didn't explain the real relationship between himself and Morris, but just listened to the reprimand and kept making excuses.

"I know you must have something to hide from me! Your relationship with Admiral Morris is really better than mine!? I am the senior who has taken care of you like a brother since college!" Roger said with a knowing look Looking at Han Jing with an expression.

But when Han Jing frowned in embarrassment and really hesitated whether to tell the senior, Roger seemed unable to believe it, or was unwilling to admit his doubts.A junior who has no sense of humor is actually pursuing Bingshan Morris?Your own top boss! ?

Roger felt an indescribable sense of frustration, and waved his hand directly, interrupting Han Jing.

"Forget it, if it weren't for you and I who knew everything, others would not be as tolerant as I am." Roger was still the same as in the past, always having the opportunity to give himself money.He half propped up, stretched out his right hand, "Come closer to me, let me see."

"Your face seems to have been injured?" Roger touched Han Jing's eyebrows and looked carefully.

Han Jing smiled and said, "When I was on the Nordic star, I almost disfigured myself. Fortunately, the healing medicine of advanced civilization is very effective, and it is almost healed."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Seeing that the scars had faded, Roger breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a good thing I didn't have any injuries on my face, otherwise all the wisdom of my life would have been ruined."

"Okay, senior." There was nothing he could do about his smugness. Since college, Roger was like a male peacock spreading its wings in Han Jing's impression.

The mobile phone on the bedside table rang suddenly, and Han Jing helped Roger get it: "It's a call from Glenn."

Roger sat up abruptly, smiling all over his face.

"Can you give me a little personal space, junior?"

Thanks to Glenn, Han Jing finally escaped from Roger's nagging and complaining.

ROEDLAS is still the brilliance in the dream, the deep sea in the distance is blue and soft.After returning from the Nereus deep-sea restaurant, it was past six o'clock in the evening, and Han Jing looked down at the No. 9 base emitting emerald light, feeling excited like a dream.He came out of the elevator, holding a heavy dinner in both hands, and pushed open the familiar door, apartment D.

Morris was standing by the bed in the bedroom, picking up sets of gray and blue military uniforms, and then putting them back on the bed.Seemingly unwell, he frowned, propped his thick waist with his right hand, and rubbed it slowly.

"You put all these down, and I'll help you." Han Jing walked over nervously, forced his temper, and forced Morris to sit on the sofa next to him, then took his own pillow and placed it behind Morris' waist .

"Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Han Jing felt distressed and put his hands on Morris' stomach.Feeling that Morris froze for a moment, but he didn't resist his movement, Han Jing sat beside him, and carefully stroked him gently based on his feeling.

"Is it better?" Han Jing put his arms around his gradually relaxing body.

"Hmm." Morris naturally leaned against Han Jing and replied calmly.In fact, the faint abdominal pain did not disappear, but the warm feeling made him feel much more comfortable.

"Are you packing your clothes?" On the bed was a general's military uniform, and the golden rank kept shining into Han Jing's eyes.

"The child grows too fast, and there is nothing to wear." Morris still couldn't help complaining, "I'm going to the federal government for a meeting the day after tomorrow, and I'm worrying about what to wear."

"Are you going to Avidu?" Han Jing stopped the clothes in his hand and turned his head in surprise.You must know that Ivey is in Warner State, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away from Florida, and he must go there by plane.

"There is an important meeting that requires my attendance." Morris knew what Han Jing was worried about, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

"How can I be relieved? Marco said that it may be because of your unstable fetus that you have been suffering from faint abdominal pain." Han Jing thought for a while and said seriously: "No, I still can't be relieved. It just so happens that the SG-I plan has stopped, and now The mathematics group is not busy, I would like to take a leave of absence to accompany you?"

Seeing Morris frowning, Han Jing softened his tone: "If your stomach doesn't hurt, I will definitely not intervene. Besides, you really care about your body when you are busy, and her?"

Han Jing put down the folded military uniform, sat back on the sofa, and stroked Morris' belly.

"Just for a while, let me take good care of you and take care of your body. Marco said that the child is a little small. I was too slow in the past. I need to help you make up for it and make her body stronger."

The child is like Morris' weakness. He didn't want to agree at first, but finally changed his original intention under Han Jing's gentle whisper.

Morris pondered for a moment: "Although I am the top person in charge of Base No. 9, your position is under the jurisdiction of the rear commander. You have to ask General Sherman for instructions."

"No hurry, I'll accompany you to dinner first, and I'll apply later." Han Jing raised the corners of his lips and kissed Morris' ear. Fang stood up and was busy with the food he just brought back.

Just a casual kiss easily stirred up the faint anxiety in his heart.Morris endured the fever and discomfort, and quietly undid the two buttons on the top of the shirt, revealing skin that was smoother than silk.

He collected himself, came to the living room, and found that there were a lot of dishes on the table, all pieced together in small portions.

"You're almost moving the Nereus restaurant here?" Morris joked exaggeratedly.

Han Jing smiled and said, "Blame me for being careless. I just remembered how many dishes you like, so I bought a few more this time. I think there will always be something you like?"

"My taste is too picky..." Recalling the scene of ordering food in Eureka on vacation, Morris felt embarrassed.

"I like you like this..." Looking at Morris who only showed himself in front of him, Han Jing smiled warmly, and couldn't help but kissed Morris again.

"There is something that makes me very happy today." Han Jing moved away from the lingering kiss, and saw that the sapphire eyes were gentle and clear, reflecting a smiling self.

"I've been promoted, Morris! I was promoted to the rank of captain with an exception, and according to General Sherman, the federal government decided to assign my position to the army. So...you will be my top boss?"

Morris said with a smile: "Don't be happy, I will ask you more severely than others."

"Does this count as a kind of indiscrimination between public and private? Being too harsh on me is also a kind of bias?" Han Jingsheng served a small bowl of pork rib soup, and the first layer of light oil had been cleaned up. "As a dissatisfaction, how much do you want?" I want to have a taste. How about it? Will it taste better than chicken soup?"

Han Jing still remembered that night, Morris's disgusting reaction when he drank chicken soup. He didn't touch any chicken, duck, or any fish or seafood. Han Jing really felt a headache...