[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

As the marshal of the empire, Huang took Yimulian to the peach blossom demon's wedding.

The wedding was held in a hurry, and everyone was taken aback. However, this sudden wedding held during the war did not cause much repercussions. The wedding was attended by the Marshal, and the curtain came to an end.

No one noticed that the bride at the wedding was the guide of the White Tower who said that she might never get married in her life. Like all the brides-to-be in the world, she stood in front of the priest full of expectation, with a moving smile on her face.

Looking around at Yimulian, the Sakura demon was not present.

Huang patted him on the back, remembering what the Peach Blossom Demon had said to him that day.

"I said so! I will protect him..."

"This time... this time it's finally my turn."

She did not break her promise, and in order to keep the secret for them, she put on a dress and dressed up like a happy bride.She changed those girls' cute and cute clothes, sat in front of the makeup mirror, and said to herself over and over again: "I'm not crying, I'm getting married, how can I cry!"

As she spoke, tears flowed down, wet her sleeves, and shone brightly on the bejeweled dress.

Now that Huang can't see the relationship between the Peach Blossom Demon and the Cherry Blossom Demon, it is too dull.But in all fairness, once this matter is investigated, she will not be able to escape responsibility.It was the joint report signed by her personally. If it is revealed, she will only be treated as an accomplice of the two. Perhaps this kind of marriage as a wife is already the best choice for her in that situation. Huang does not feel sorry for her. .

But he suddenly understood the reason why Yimulian cared about her so much, and why she was a close friend. He hesitated for a long time, and could only say in a deep voice, "Thank you."

She whimpered again, crying and laughing in tears, so funny and frightening.

After that, Phoenix Fire had no excuse to scan Yimulian openly—once Peach Blossom Demon’s words came out, the words of the guide who passed out after being stabbed were naturally deemed to be framing, and Huang’s face did not change his face. With that said, Fenghuanghuo really had no way to bite the bullet and ask for an inspection.

Afterwards, the Peach Blossom Demon personally sneaked into the guide's ward in the name of visiting and condolences from the White Tower, and completed the spiritual suggestion of "forgetting" under the cover of the marshal's oral order.

The fuse of this hatred has been buried for so many years, and Huang can't be forgiven for not discovering it.

Under the warm light of the wedding banquet, the Peach Blossom Demon and her groom toasted at the table. Huang turned his head and looked at Mulian, wanting to comfort him with "don't be sad", but he didn't expect that the guide didn't need comfort, the light in his eyes was completely gone. It's different.

"I'll recover, right?" Yimulian said slowly, shaking the glass of red wine that was waiting for the Peach Blossom Demon to toast.

"Why do you ask?"

Facing his rhetorical question, Yimu Lian pursed his dry lips: "I just want to confirm."

"You can't accept a negative answer, can you, Admiral?"

"……Yes."

"In any case, the answer is yes. There is no if."

I looked over at a glance.

Lu paused, then lowered his head: "I promise."

Yimulian smiled slightly.He stood in the dark, facing the wedding photos that had been pretentiously cut into a slideshow on the big screen. Under the light of the screen, he was like a frozen sculpture, his face was terribly white.The popular golden songs from decades ago were playing in the hall, and the melodious and ecstatic tunes made him look particularly haggard. He couldn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning, his thoughts were filled with unspeakable regrets.

In fact, he already figured it out, and he should have figured it out a long time ago.

He was not a person who would be depressed for too long, and the ripples that arose in his heart finally spun and settled to the bottom of the sea.If you fall, get up, and fall again, at most you will cry for a while, and sooner or later you will still struggle to stand firm.

Self-pity is not his style.He can climb wells, and he dares to break into hell. How can a mere loss of sense make him so sad and troubled.Weakness will only add to the trouble, no one dares to jump on his face and step on it, because his ability is no longer enough to protect what he needs to protect.

He failed to protect the Peach Blossom Demon, so what about himself?

In order not to be casually married by the White Tower to the messy sentinel family, he chose to become stronger; in order to stand beside Huang, he took up a gun that he had never used before... It was impossible for him to sit cowardly like this... Go on, such short-term cowardice will only make myself more uncomfortable.

He quit the painkillers together, feeling the emptiness in his right eye, he felt inexplicably at ease.

——That is the evidence that he has guarded and guarded.

Marshal Huang stood beside him, and just by standing there, he could appreciate the sense of security given by the sentry.He knew that there were still scars on Huang's back from being pressed by the stone slab, and the marks of stitches on his arm that had been operated on had not been completely erased, which was evidence that he had been guarded.

Yimulian picked up the wine glass: "Understood. Huang...I want to toast you."

Huang almost thought he had heard it wrong. In the database, Yimulian almost never called him without respect.But the sentry's hearing is so keen, and the guide is standing so close that he can even smell the brand of mouthwash he used today, how could he miss the word "marshal"?

He always felt that there was someone deep in his memory who was a bit like Yimulian in front of him, but he couldn't remember it.The appearance of that person has long been blurred to the point that only a figure remains, as if the trajectory of time and space deliberately erases the existence of that person.He only remembered that it was January [-]th, it was very ordinary, and nothing would happen to ordinary people.

Such a sense of familiarity would only make a sentinel feel uneasy, but he was soothed by something.

He picked up the wine glass and carefully recalled the social skills Yimulian taught him half a year ago - if you want to win the favor of the other party, you should lower the rim of your glass when clinking glasses to show respect for the other party: " Um."

The rim of his glass has been pressed very low, but Yimulian still miraculously lowered the glass to a lower angle.

The two cups collided and made a "bang", Huang took a sip of the wine numbly, before he had time to say anything, the peach blossom demon over there came up to him: "Oh, it's obviously my wedding banquet, how can you compare me to me?" It’s so fun! It’s so beautiful that I’m going to go blind!” Then she chatted with no one else around, until other guests who were toasting finally couldn’t help interrupting them.

"I want to go first." Yimulian printed a polite kiss on the side of her face, as if saying goodbye.

"Go get busy, don't underestimate your senior sister, it's just a wedding, no problem." Peach Blossom Demon waved at him without asking.

Huang handed the cup to the waiter, and hurried to catch up: "I'll see you off."

He didn't drive himself today, the driver was waiting in the parking lot, there was no meaning of delivery at all, when they walked to the door of the car, the driver was still watching a variety show with laughter, and coughed heavily when he saw the two came out early, He pretended nothing happened and started the car.Huang was in a good mood, didn't check the water meter, and asked for the driver, "Where are you going?"

"Port Arthur Prison."

Noticing Huang's surprised eyes, Yimulian's cheeks involuntarily flushed subtly: "I've made an appointment."

It was indeed a familiar and strange place, but this time their destination was no longer the sanatorium in the East District, but the prison for severe criminals in the Northwest, which had the strictest 24-hour surveillance in the West District Prison.Who is he going to see? The answer is obvious, Huang Xiang refused, but when he saw his clear eyes without impurities, he still thought about it and swallowed his objection.

The two sat side by side in the back row, Yimulian was not used to it, so it was so rare that Huang didn't drive the secretary to the passenger seat.

Yan Yanluo didn't get this kind of treatment, and his status was different, so there was nothing wrong with it.

"Don't run around for a while, follow me." Marshal Huang simply ordered.The Northwest District is not a place where good people can be imprisoned. God knows what kind of monsters and ghosts are imprisoned there. What if the sinister villain takes advantage of the loophole again?

Yimulian held back a smile, and replied sincerely: "But I only reserved one seat."

marshal:"……"

In order to dispel Huang's doubts, Yimulian had no choice but to add: "I have my plan, trust me?"

His eyes are so earnest, looking straight into Huang's eyes, just because he lost the ability to guide, he wants to read some imperceptible emotional changes from people's eyes.

This is simply a lie!After he said that, how could Huang still insist on it?It was as if the wings were stiff and he couldn't wait to fly. Huang was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only acquiesce with a half-hearted smile.

The previous Rolls-Royce had been ruined and almost rotten, and now it was replaced with another brand new one, which was exactly the same as the previous one.The car drove smoothly into the tunnel, the driver turned on the position lights, and the interior of the car became dark.

After all, this is also an undersea tunnel, and the tinnitus and buzzing make people feel uncomfortable.

Especially for Sentinels.

"Nowadays……"

Yimulian approached cautiously, thinking that he was going to say a big secret.Huang didn't even need to adjust his eyesight to guess his expression at this time—it must be that his face was flushed as if bleeding, the roots of his ears were hot as if they were burned, and his eyes couldn't tell whether it was an expression or not. Excessive expectations.

Huang suddenly recalled his embarrassing words earlier, and said mockingly, "It didn't succeed again."

Marshal Ruhuang, who is upright and upright, will have such a bad day!

He scolded with a smile.

"Huh?" Huang raised his voice, Yimulian's ability to speak uncivilized words is no different from the fact that the sun came out from the west, but rather than making more sarcasm, what I hope is...

It's a pity that the two didn't coordinate well in the dark, their teeth knocked together, and the pain was so painful that they almost groaned.

The kiss was over, and the two separated like lightning before driving out of the tunnel.The driver didn't know whether he didn't see it or pretended he didn't see it. He drove the whole time with full concentration, and even asked which exit to leave the tunnel without changing his face halfway through, but at that time Yimulian was busy and was confused I don't know if the driver understands the two sentences.

Seemingly understanding, the driver calmly drove the car to the West District, and finally stopped under the watchful eyes of the robot.Yimulian got out of the car with his back to Huang, the scorching sun above his head seemed to be roasting him.

In fact, Huang didn’t need to worry. The robot accompanied him throughout the visit, and the two federal guides had been forcibly “borrowed” by the machine for their guiding abilities, so it was difficult to pose a threat to Yimulian.

He watched Yimulian disappear into the building, and there was no time for him to worry for too long. There were so many troubles at the military headquarters. As soon as Yimulian disappeared, a phone call caught his attention. Moving away, Huang couldn't help but wonder if he was being watched because of the precise watch time.

Each room of the severe prison prison is separated by special materials. This is the only repair work done by the Empire after the re-opening of the Port Arthur Prison.No pheromone can be spread across the room, and even the explosion will not affect the prisoners next door. Most prisons also have confinement equipment. Prisoners who refuse to obey will be fixed on electric shock chairs for 24 hours until they are "behaved". until.

Hongye is obviously not the kind of person who would feel sorry for herself, she seems to be enjoying herself, sitting on a small bench and looking out the window.

Yimulian was a little surprised: "They said you were still asleep."

Hongye came back to her senses and smiled relievedly, as if she had expected that he would come to visit: "I slept until yesterday. Why, do you want to pry some information from me?"

"No...it will be monitored here."

"is it?"

Kicking the doorkeeper robot into the cell with a sudden kick, he quickly closed the door of the cell, which will help them isolate all "foreign aid".The robot quickly reacted to the guide general's "rebellion", but before it sent a signal to transmit the news, Yimulian pinned it down on the concrete floor and destroyed the signal transmission center.

Hongye whistled: "It's quite skillful!"

I'm sorry, this is an elective content of the Special Operations Course of the military academy, and your federation will definitely not have such strict requirements on guides.

Yimulian raised the robot's right hand and used its own bullet firing function to destroy the two surveillance cameras in the cell.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Hongye hasn't forgotten how much she wanted to defeat Yimulian back then.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Yimulian asked back, and sure enough, he saw Hongye's deflated expression: "I have something... I want to ask you."

Hongye probably guessed what it was: "You mean Mr. Huang?"

Yimulian marveled at her intuition: "Yes."

Hongye clapped her hands and sat back on the bench. She hadn't dressed for a long time and she was even more beautiful than after makeup. Compared with the ghostly appearance after makeup, her face is so clear that she doesn't look like an ordinary woman. Just as Yimulian thought before, it looks like he came from time travel—probably because he really read too many novels.

"You are so confident that I will tell you that if you make a special trip, you won't be afraid of being impeached by the empire?" Hongye smiled meaningfully, and was ready to wait to see other people's jokes.

"You will." Yimulian said with certainty.

He remembered very clearly what Hongye said before he was arrested, and he believed that this cruel federal guide also had a little bit of embarrassment at the end.

If it wasn't for her oblique reminder, maybe he really wouldn't have reacted before the resonance bomb exploded.

Hongye laughed, the bell-like laughter echoed in the small cell, and then she put away her smile.

"Ever heard of the Dark Sentinel?"

tbc

Xiamen's island-entry tunnel is romantic—(There are no crabs.

*Dark Sentinel: This setting is slightly different in different works, and the public impression is this: "The most powerful kind of Sentinel, the probability of appearing is extremely low, has extreme self-control ability, and can control your emotions. Theoretically, there is no need for the assistance of a guide when you lose control of your emotions.” According to the needs of different works, there are generally different private settings, such as the reason for the formation, whether it is natural, specific performance, etc... I will be slow Refill slowly, if needed!

*There is a word I want to pinch: "He always feels that there is someone in the back of his memory who looks a bit like Yimulian in front of him, but he can't remember it." This sentence, avoid poking people out, please pay attention to the relationship between the host and the guest