After being captured by the old enemy

Qi Qing kept her promise so lightly that Ji Xingjue almost wanted to bite him.

At the end, Ji Xingjue felt more tired than after a fight.

Perhaps it is because of the sudden loss of light, no matter how tough and confident you are, there will be a trace of fear in your heart.

At the moment when he was closest to each other, Ji Xingjue suddenly realized that he was not so free and easy, he was holding on to Qi Qing's shoulders tightly, his broken voice was a bit tense, he wanted Qi Qing to hug him tightly, for a moment Nor is it separated.

Qi Qing had peeked out the fear in his heart early on, and she responded to every request, and kept kissing his lips. The subtle uneasiness that Ji Xingjue hadn't noticed gradually melted and dissipated in the warmth, and settled into a sense of peace of mind.

Ji Xingjue closed his eyes, buried his head in the pit of Qi Qing's neck and rubbed it, calmed down his breath, wanted to say thank you, but felt it was unnecessary.

They all know it.

Ji Xingjue reached out and grabbed Qi Qing's hair, and lazily said: "Master Marshal, you are prostitution in the daytime."

Qi Qing: "It's getting dark."

Ji Xingjue tilted his head suspiciously: "Really? Don't bully me and still be blind."

His appearance was pure and lovely, Qi Qing's Adam's apple rolled, and he let out a low laugh.

Qi Qing's voice is magnetic and textured, and it's hard to resist laughing in his ear. Ji Xingjue's ears felt numb, and he sighed long, his fingers followed the lines of his face and hooked to his chin: "What a pity, Mr. Marshal It's a rare smile, but I can't see it."

Qi Qing kissed the mole at the corner of his eye: "When you recover, I will show you a smile."

"That's about the same," Ji Xingjue rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, "Little Treasure, take me to take a bath."

Qi Qing hugged him firmly: "Yes."

After taking a shower, Qi Qing took Ji Xingjue out again, wrapped her in a bath towel to dry her carefully, and then put on new clothes.

Ji Xingjue was so meticulous that he suspected that he was really paralyzed.

He idly reached out and fumbled around, found the little robot that had been shut down tragically, and pressed the start button.

"Let Eggy stay with you for a while," Qi Qing rubbed Ji Xingjue dry, grabbed his hand and pressed it to her lips, "I'll go and deal with something."

"Tsk tsk, Marshal, run away after sleeping," Ji Xingjue teased, and turned over on the bed, "Go, go."

Qi Qing covered him with a small quilt, stared at his thin back line, and said vigilantly: "Don't run around, Eggy will send me a message at any time."

Eggy saluted seriously: "I will take care of Mama!"

Ji Xingjue scolded with a smile: "Do you really treat me like a child? Go, go, go."

Qi Qing is not of a trivial nature, it seems that this time he was really frightened to be able to make him so cautious.

Professor Ji's trustworthiness was too low, Qi Qing left the room with a trace of hesitation.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ji Xingjue's ears twitched, and then he turned around and blinked his eyes.

Can't see anything.

The field of vision is nothing but black, or black.

I can't help Qi Qing, and I can't continue to decrypt the memory card.

Ji Xingjue has lived for more than 20 years. Ever since he noticed the difference in his body, his mind has never rested, and suddenly he can't do anything. In a real sense, he has to take a rest and feels quite uncomfortable.

With the little robot in his arms, he sighed: "It's really a waste."

The little robot immediately retorted: "Mama is not a waste, Mama is the one who gave birth to me."

Ji Xingjue was merciless: "But you are a little waste."

The little robot pondered for a while, and came to a conclusion: "Then mama is a big waste, and I am a small waste!"

This artificial mental retardation.Ji Xingjue was speechless for a moment, patted its head, and smiled, "Baby, you are such a dutiful son."

Ji Xingjue didn't like lying down like this, so he just closed his eyes and pondered the dream for a while.

In the dream, Ludwig was lying in the medical cabin, his vision was already blurred, probably the scene before his death.

Even though he knew intellectually that Carol, the last emperor of the Landa Empire, was indeed a cold-blooded tyrant, Ji Xingjue couldn't help being touched when he recalled the sad eyes that the man looked at.

It is clearly recorded in the history of the Landa Empire that the tyrant was left alone in the end and was executed in front of the palace, which symbolized the pinnacle of power.

The tyrant said to Ludwig, "I hope you can live a life without shackles." Probably the resurrection plan of the Landa Empire started at that time.

But it is too difficult to resurrect a dead person.

What is the will of Ludwig himself, is he willing to be resurrected?

Who are those people standing behind the tyrant?

Even knowing that the Cult is a remnant of the Landa Empire, there are still many mysteries about them.

Even if it is not for the sake of defeating the Holy Order, but only for himself, he must go to the Holy Order's lair.

Qi Qing should be the same as him. He felt a sense of urgency from Iser's actions, but the two of them agreed that he might not be able to last until the empire's army went out to fight. It's all over.

Ji Xingjue was thinking about it, when the little robot said suddenly: "mama, papa needs to make sure you are still there."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

The little robot got up, snapped a photo of Ji Xingjue, transmitted it to Qi Qing, and continued to lie down obediently, pretending to be dead as a toy.

It's only been so long since he's been away, the Marshal's sense of security is probably too weak.

Ji Xingjue touched his chin.

Let his lover feel insecure, isn't he a bit of a failure?

After all, he is also the older brother.

The leg that was about to get off the bed was pushed back abruptly, Ji Xingjue sighed helplessly: "Forget it, just listen to me."

Qi Qing's work efficiency is extremely high, and she quickly returned to the rest area, opened the door of the dormitory, and suddenly developed a mentality of opening a blind box that is popular in the capital of the alliance.

Open it, Ji Xingjue is not there, immediately search for people all over the base.

Or open it, Ji Xingjue is still there... the probability is very low, very rare and limited.

After all, it is more difficult for Ji Xingjue to stay in one place honestly than for a small robot to fight a battleship.

As soon as the door opened, unexpectedly, Ji Xingjue stayed on the bed obediently.

With his back against the wall, a sci-fi movie was projected on the light screen in front of him, with a lazy expression on his face.

The rare limited blind box has been opened.

Qi Qing was about to start looking for someone. When she saw Ji Xingjue, she couldn't help but look out again, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's strange, my Professor Ji didn't have long legs to run away."

Ji Xingjue listened to the sound of the movie boredly, and smiled towards that side when he heard the words: "Who told you to put my legs on your shoulders, and then fold them back and forth. It's a stretch, so it's hard to run."

Qi Qing: "..."

Although he did it by himself, a hot redness quickly spread to the base of his ears, he closed the door with his backhand, and walked over in silence.

Ji Xingjue propped his chin and said with a teasing smile, "Why, do you dare to act as the marshal?"

Qi Qing said coldly: "Do you think I'm too gentle with you?"

Ji Xingjue actually thought about it seriously, and replied: "It's not impossible to be rough."

Qi Qing felt suspicious of life.

Why is it always him who gets molested frequently when he confronts Ji Xingjue?

Ji Xingjue seemed to have sensed it, and slowly rubbed it over, reached out and touched his ear accurately, overjoyed: "It's so hot."

If it wasn't for worrying that Ji Xingjue would fall off the bed, Qi Qing would have already fled to the door at the speed of light.

He can't say that Ji Xingjue's mouth can't be said, so he can only seal his lips before he speaks again.

The little robot snorted and quickly covered its eyes.

After a while, he reluctantly left those two soft lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "The army of the Holy Order has planted a lot of things near Doyle's base, and I have to lead the ship to inspect and dismantle them."

This was also expected, Ji Xingjue groaned, and nodded: "Be careful."

Of course, what is left by the Holy Order will not be a good thing, and it will be dangerous.

Qi Qing is now like stepping on a dangerous branch, stretching a tight string, and will no longer tolerate him doing things that have anything to do with danger.

"The resonator will be ready soon." Qi Qing lightly rubbed the mole at the corner of his eye, "The cruise is expected to be seven days, and I will communicate with you at any time."

Ji Xingjue was amused: "Okay, Marshal, I can't even see. Naturally, I can't steal the starship and run away, so be careful."

Qi Qing keenly caught the language gap, and squinted her eyes: "Then what if you can see it?"

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Talk fast.

Ji Xingjue didn't change his face: "Of course, I washed it myself and waited on the bed for the Marshal to come home."

Started running the train again.

Qi Qing nodded the tip of his nose, and said coldly: "I hope you can do what you say."

The cruising mission is more urgent, and I have to leave in a while, and Qi Qing came back in time.

But it was rare to see Ji Xingjue staying where he was obediently, he was relieved, and looked at the movie on the screen again: "What is this?"

Ji Xingjue said: "A magical science fiction movie."

It was the movie that Song Mei had seen before, about the resurrection using bionic technology, and it was as nonsense as Song Mei said.

Qi Qing glanced at the screen, wrote down the name of the movie, and softened her tone: "On the cruise, we will pass a planet full of flowers."

Ji Xingjue said happily: "I want the most beautiful one."

Qi Qing resolutely agreed, and the terminal beeped twice, indicating that the fleet at the berthing port was ready.

Obviously, the longer seven years have been endured, but the short seven days seem to be more difficult.

Qi Qing finally kissed Ji Xingjue's lips forcefully, and then turned and left the dormitory.

Ji Xingjue heard the voice gradually go away, went to the window, lowered his head and asked the little robot: "Has your father left?"

The little robot glanced out the window: "Papa glanced back and left."

Ji Xingjue said to himself: "Aren't I very much like a child whose parents have gone out now?"

The little robot turned its head vigilantly: "Mama, why don't you listen to Papa?"

"Anyway, it's boring to be alone," Ji Xingjue leaned against the window sill, and lazily raised the corners of his lips, "Idle is idle. When your papa's battleship takes off, I'll go out for a stroll."

When the fleet set sail, there would be a broadcast in the berthing port. Ji Xingjue used his muscle memory to operate a little bit, and successfully connected to the voice system of the berthing port with his optical brain.

Fortunately, he had obtained the security authority of the base before, otherwise, in his current state, it would not be easy to take advantage of the loopholes.

After waiting for a while, I heard a sweet electronically synthesized voice broadcast: "The fleet set sail safely, I wish you all a smooth cruise and return to sail soon."

Qi Qing left.

Ji Xingjue immediately had fun, left his light brain, ignored the screaming little robot hugging his legs, walked briskly to the door, and opened the door.

There were one, two, three, four, five people standing outside the door.

Everyone showed him a friendly smile and asked in unison: "Madam, where do you want to go?"

Ji Xingjue's smile froze, and his footsteps stopped in place.

It's not a good thing to be known too much.

Qi Qing, I really have you.

The author has something to say: Xiaobao: I understand it clearly :)

Happy Saturday + Beginning of Autumn ~ Summer is over, I hope the temperature will cool down soon, Maomao sighs

——I went out to play with my friends today, I did it for the purpose of going out to play, the manuscript box saved by Riwan yesterday, I came back to correct the typo=3=