Domineering exposed

It's very quiet around.

The training system of Blair's family is obviously very strict. From the maids to the low-level entourage, no one dared to whisper to each other. Everyone kneeled respectfully in the icy snow.

The man in black military uniform stood motionless, his gray-blue eyes slightly narrowed.

He sniffed his nose.

Then there was a little indulgent smile in the indifferent eyes.

That person... ran away.

like he would do.Yao Mandela thought tolerantly, never expect that stubborn man to bend his knee to himself one day.The corners of his lips curled up happily, he waved his hand, and said gently to everyone in the yard: "Get up, Blair is too strict with you, there is no need to be like this - I just passed by here by chance, so I decided to land and watch Look, Heaton hasn't had a celebration for a long time, and I'm looking forward to it." In fact, he couldn't hear much expectation in his light tone.

"It is an honor for the Blair family to prepare everything for you, and kneeling or military salute is a must. Respected Emperor Mandela, your people love you." The chief entourage of the Blair family stood up straight, with firm He looked at Yao with his eyes.This is a first-class student who just graduated from the adjutant training military academy this year. Yao looked at the accompanying officer in front of him with great interest. As he expected, he was very young and had the same pure Germanic blood as Landis. Surprisingly, he But not an orthodox aristocrat.

Yao smiled slightly, and said without any reproach: "Phila Gris, it's a pleasure to meet you. My brother, ah, is that idle Lord Landis, who tore up a fight with you and Lord Blair in front of my desk. Shameless." After speaking, he took the lead in pushing open the door of the banquet hall.And this young entourage obviously didn't think that his name would be remembered by the top leader of the planet, but he was only slightly startled, and immediately returned to indifference.

He turned around, respectfully kept three steps away from Mandela the Great, and patiently watched Yao pick up the tableware that had been wiped so that it could be seen in a mirror, put it down, and turned around again. Look at an oil painting on the wall.

No matter how many years have passed, Yao Mandela still exists like a god in the hearts of a certain group of people.

He is powerful, handsome, and capable of decision-making and domination.

Fila looked at his side face carefully, and finally became obsessed almost morbidly without knowing it.

"You can get closer to me." Yao took his eyes back from the oil painting, glanced, and saw the title of the oil painting - "Earth. China's 2044 National Day Military Parade. The Third Army Square".

As if he didn't see the pale pink stained on the young escort's fair face, Yao kept smiling all the time, and said gently: "To be honest, I'm not used to talking so far away from the escort."

It took a while for Fira to recover her voice: "That's too rude, Great Emperor."

"You are an excellent student, and you know where to measure." The man's slender and powerful fingertips in leather gloves gently slid across the photo frame, and before Fira could think of a suitable answer, he suddenly asked a strange question, " It's a nice picture, isn't it?"

"Uh—" Fira was speechless for a moment.

Yao laughed and walked towards the next painting. His voice seemed to come from far away, full of heart-pounding nostalgia.

"—I once had a good officer in the entourage, who wore the highest white entourage uniform I could give him, but always liked to complain that this green uniform looked more suitable for him."

"A special person." After softly answering the words of the superior, Fira became a little embarrassed... The matter of nobles and young accompanying officers is not so difficult to guess.From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the two white-clothed royal entourages standing far away. Fira was sure that the person Emperor Mandela mentioned was not among them.

So where did that person go?

As if hearing his silent question, the man answered his question as if it were an ordinary thing: "But then he went away."

"What?!—Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fila lowered her head in embarrassment.

"It's okay." Yao waved his hand with a smile, and continued indifferently, "I did something that made him angry, and he didn't seem to intend to forgive me—it turns out that he really didn't. One morning he told me After negotiating the wages, I left without looking back."... The theft of Hades' elemental materials frightened a group of old men in Area B. The last drop of ink in an office printer.

"..." Fira felt speechless.

This kind of behavior has exceeded his academic scope - in the law of the entourage, voluntary resignation is difficult for the entourage to die a hundred times.

"I'm sorry, my brother said that I've been like a nagging boring old man, who always likes to keep recalling those past events." Yao once again showed a standard smile to the silent young accompanying officer, his tone There is a hint of ridicule in it, "When people get old, they are always prone to nagging. As a young man, you should learn to tolerate this."

"You are still very young, and you are still the most powerful person in Fergolie." Fira couldn't help retorting, his voice sounded very sincere.

However, Yao listens to such words every day, and there are always people who tirelessly repeat in his ears, sincerity, praise, hypocrisy, flattery...

Very boring.

So he smiled, stopped answering, and turned to the next object that might interest him.

This made Fira a little frustrated.

It wasn't until the man asked curiously again that he regained his spirits—this made him jolt violently, and before he knew it, he was silently manipulated by the ruler he met for the first time.

Yao didn't seem to notice his change. At this moment, he was standing next to a small door in the banquet hall, trying to open a door, "Is this the door leading to the lounge?"

"No, that's the small door leading to the side hall. It's temporarily used as a tea room for the lower-ranking officers. The door to the banquet lounge is—" Fila's words were blocked in his throat by Yao's movements, and he looked at the hall speechlessly. Watching the man open the dusty, not gorgeous door on his own.

Then he felt something quickly freeze in the air.

They became cold, stiff, and then fell to the ground, shattering silently.

Yao; Mandela the Great stood motionless by the door, the temperature in his gray-blue eyes faded, and everyone present felt the bloody rage brewing in the air.

Fira's face was bloodless and pale. He walked forward in two quick steps inexplicably, walked to Yao's side, and looked into the room from the man's shoulder——

"Sal! What are you doing?" Fila shouted in disbelief at the scene before her.

In the dark and narrow tea room, he saw Thrall, the captain of the third group of accompanying officers.At this moment, this strong and tall man was holding a strange third-level entourage in his arms. Judging from their movements, it seemed that they had just finished a soft kiss.

Because Thrall's fingers were still pinching the entourage's chin.

He raised his head slightly, but hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Fira, who paid attention to this detail, became even more embarrassed.

"How can you do such a dirty thing here!" While angrily yelling at the expressionless Emperor Mandela, shame and embarrassment stained the ears of the young chief entourage officer.

"To shut up."

Surprisingly, it was this superior who interrupted him, and at this moment his voice was so cold that every word fell into an ice hole.

There was an awkward silence.

Suddenly, in Thrall's arms, the strange accompanying officer murmured vaguely.

Fira's eyes widened in horror.

Perhaps it was an illusion, at that moment, he suddenly had a premonition that, together with the magnificent banquet hall that was about to be restored, the god of death raised a sickle high on the necks of everyone present.

……

However nothing happened.

The thick winter cloak drew a perfect arc in the air, and in the next second, there was another person in the emperor's arms.

Fira couldn't remember when the Blair family owned this low-level entourage who was obviously of oriental descent, but now his condition doesn't look too good, his face is pale, except for an unhealthy blush on his cheeks, his eyes It was tightly closed, and there was still a thin layer of cold sweat on the forehead.

"Virus infection." Fila said uncertainly.

It seemed that he was trying his best to ensure that the strange entourage could maintain a more comfortable posture, which forced Yao to forcefully move one hand to his mouth and bit the edge of his glove with his teeth to tear it off.

Then, to Fira's surprise, he gently placed his hand on the forehead of the accompanying officer.

At this moment, the person in his arms moved uncomfortably, and Yao quickly held him firmly, and whispered in his ear, "Don't move around."

The accompanying officer opened his eyes slightly, as if muttering something.

"Yes, I'm here." Yao kissed lightly on the eyelashes of the man in his arms.

As if unconsciously rubbing against the man, the accompanying officer fell into a deep sleep again.