[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Yimulian just woke up when Yasha changed into his uniform and rushed towards him furiously.

Combined heat will exhaust the guide's calories, and Yimulian may even wake up from starvation.Clutching his empty stomach, he sat up in a ball of dry duvet that had been thoughtfully changed, with a feeling of fatigue after dehydration all over his body, just in time for Yasha Xingshi's questioning eyes.

Yasha held back his anger: "How? All right, you left me and ran away. Don't you know that the group of sentinels inside are going to eat people alive like they haven't seen a guide in hundreds of years. His eyes are shining with gold, but luckily my uncle is a sentinel..."

Seeing that there was no response from Yimulian, Yasha continued to speak out angrily: "Is it a good job! Ah? I don't even remember the friendship between compatriots. Even the Marshal, you have such dereliction of duty. First ×× and then ×× Let's fuck again, are you too tired to take care of me?"

With this loud roar, he forced Huang out of the bathroom, and raised his foot towards him: "Yes, yes, as far as you go." After speaking, he kicked him out of the door again, He raised his big hand and slammed the door heavily, very relieved.

"... What time is it?" Yimulian pulled back the quilt, his hands suddenly paused, and found that he was not wearing anything.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon, I'm going to prepare for the dance." Lu Yu pretended to look away, and after thinking about it, he explained: "You sweat a lot, so I will..."

"Ah."

Yimulian interrupted him, jumped off the bed, walked to the bathroom naked as if no one else was there, at this moment he just wanted to take a shower.

But it's okay to take a cold shower, Yimulian is calmer than he imagined.

Not even shame.

Huang was surprised by this calmness for a moment, he followed up, stepped into the bathroom with long legs under the eyes of Yilian and slightly surprised—but it was not because he was blinded by sex, but because he wanted to use it to deal with the gun in his right hand. The injured medicine box was still on the sink.The bloody bullet was lying in the sink. In order to take out the bullet, he even used a knife to cut off part of the necrotic tissue, which had already stained the sink scarlet.

Of course, this is not the first time Huang has taken bullets for himself, but he certainly can't do it without professional tweezers.

It was impossible for him to ask the front desk for a medicine box in an open and honest manner. Without the spiritual hint of the guide, he had to go through a lot of twists and turns, so the unlucky bullet stuck in his hand for a whole day. Take it off, and haven't had time to bandage it.

Yimulian turned on the nozzle, watched Huang find medical alcohol in the medicine box in the "heavy rain", splashed a handful on his hands and tweezers indiscriminately, and continued to rummage through the shocking blood and flesh with the tweezers.

Yimu Lian stared at Huang Ximi's sweaty forehead for a while, then stopped talking for a while, and finally opened his mouth: "Are... are you okay?"

"It's okay." Huang was just looking for shrapnel, and couldn't even take painkillers.

He was lucky, the bullet did not explode again during this period of time, but a lot of shrapnel was still blown out of his palm - he is a sentinel, he can clearly feel foreign objects, and pain, the pain will tell him those things Where is the hideous foreign body that shredded his flesh and blood.

Yimulian naturally knew it, and would not be so stupid as to try to tone down the pain for him, but just quietly felt the small pain coming from the other side of the spiritual connection, and tilted his head halfway.

Ichimokuren didn't apologize for that, and that's not what a sentry, basking in the honor of protecting his guide, wanted to hear.

"You have someone you like...do you?"

Yimulian asked slowly, probably asking knowingly.

Huang froze for a moment, the tweezers in his hand almost pierced the flesh: "Yes."

Yimu pulled a handful of hair together and turned around.Huang didn't look at him, but lowered his head to study the position of the shrapnel, and only picked out a small piece after a while, inevitably a little irritable, and threw the tweezers aside.

Yimulian washed away the foam casually and let out a soft "oh".

He walked over with a towel covered in moisture, watched Huang sprinkle the hemostatic powder on the wound, and took out a sealed bandage from the medicine box: "Let me help you."

Huang didn't refuse, just said: "Wrap it thinner."

"it is good."

He carefully wrapped the bandage around and tied the knot, and finally his fingertips rested on the thenar.He touched Huang's cocoon that had been carrying a gun with him all year round. The cocoon was right next to the tiger's mouth. It wasn't too rough, but it was very hard. To describe it in a literary way, it might be "the romance of a sentinel".

Before Huang could react and hold his hand back, he withdrew his hand, lowered his head and put away the remaining bandage: "I'll blow my head."

Aura didn't speak.

——Yimulian is always so self-aware, not too deep, and will not cause trouble to others.Sometimes Huang can't help thinking, why don't you ask more questions?It's as if I'm sure I won't answer...

When the two of them got ready and walked out of the room, Yasha was sitting in the small hall on each floor, chatting with others idly.

"Damn it, did you two have sex again? It's so slow!" Yasha was so anxious outside the door that he was about to ascend to heaven, and looked at the well-dressed two people from head to toe three or four times, as if he couldn't believe the result. : "Unexpected, it's very restrained, I thought you guys would come out after the banquet started."

Huang almost punched him, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly came up with an idea, only showing a meaningful smile: "Where did you buy that dress?"

"What are you doing, hello?"

"No, I just want to know the price."

Yasha didn't know, and he didn't buy it, so he made up a shocking number: "Aren't you bankrupt, what are you going to do?"

Huang said seriously: "One day I will pay you back."

"Huh? You want to keep it for yourself? You really like it!"

"No, it's just that the zipper was torn."

"........."

There was a chill of thoughtfulness and fear behind Yasha, and he quickly changed the subject: "Come on, the stylist is waiting, the Federation really has a lot of shit, and there are so many tricks to play with hypocrisy."

Yimulian listened quietly to the side, not ashamed to say that there are actually more troubles in the empire, not to mention that the federation is holding a large-scale ball facing the world this time - since the purpose is to socialize, it is natural to put on the most luxurious style of the federation, Otherwise, there would be no need to spend so much time entertaining guests and forming cliques.

The banquet lasted for two days. On the first day, the federation prepared styling designs for the guests. They pretended to walk the red carpet, pretended to hold the opening ceremony, and pretended to accept interviews and take pictures. The whole world could watch the live broadcast. Hurling and praising the grandeur and magnanimity of the Federation, guests from all over the world have become the Federation's free publicity, but they can't refuse... It's really annoying.

It's over and I only need to be responsible for the whole process of styling in a daze. Yimulian wears a hair gel and follows the couples to the red carpet one by one. I can't figure out why Huang has the habit of putting hair gel on his forehead every day when he wakes up. .He was almost blinded by the spotlight, and Huang held his hand all the way, "no comment" to the interviewed international media.

Yimulian is not good at socializing, neither is Huang, they don't recognize others, but this does not prevent others from recognizing them.At first, Yimulian was worried about whether Huang would put on a bad face like he did in the empire, but at this moment, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

In any case, due to the current embarrassing relationship between the Empire and the Federation, not many people came up to chat, but as the only three guests of the Empire, it was difficult to say hello without saying hello, and a few friendly greetings to each other were enough.During the conversation, Huang asked the waiter to pour expensive and moderate-strength red wine, which was decent and not too high-profile—after all, this was not their home game.

Yimulian felt relieved, stood aside and just smiled politely.

Today's highlight is not actually a dance, but the first song will be led by the United Nations as the host, which will attract the spotlight as the focus of the opening ceremony. After the speech.

"What are you thinking?" Huang suddenly asked.

Yimulian was a little unsure whether his compliment had been noticed by the other party, and thought for a while: "No. I just feel...you have changed a lot."

Huang probably didn't misunderstand, but just "hummed" and agreed.

Obviously at the graduation ceremony, he was still a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and because of his rebelliousness, he aroused a lot of hatred everywhere, and now he can behave like this in society!

Yimulian was feeling emotional when he saw Huang's eyes twitched suddenly, and turned his head strangely, the sentinel who was arrogantly following the black dragon was walking towards them step by step.

His mind went blank for a moment.

"Respected Marshal Lian, the imperial guide, may I have the honor to ask you to dance?" Hei Qingming raised his palm, stood in front of him politely and gave a gentleman's salute: "As the first dance song to start the whole banquet."

Huang's eyelids jumped suddenly.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Openly inviting a bonded guide in front of sentinels isn't surprising in itself, but it's the first dance song—what does that mean?Usually, the lead dancer of a dance party should be initiated by the host and the hostess, and the second song starts with the mutual invitation between the host and the guest, not to mention...

What's more, the relationship between the two countries is now in dire straits!

It is also because the relationship between the two countries is still so embarrassing, and I could have politely refused, but this is a live broadcast of the world, and it is somewhat embarrassing to do so.

Obviously, the purpose of the federation is to embarrass the empire.

It can be said that Yimulian never expected things to develop like this. Even when Hei Qingming came towards them, he thought that Hei Qingming was here to find Huang to "reminisce about the old days", and he never thought that the other party's target was himself.

Why?He didn't think it through for a while, but influenced by the aristocratic etiquette education he received since he was a child, he didn't show too much emotion on the surface.

He could feel the dissatisfaction coming from the opposite side of the spiritual connection.

Hei Qingming is wearing an exquisite and luxurious evening dress, and the weird makeup on his face is not so weird and abrupt under the refinement of the designer. The etiquette is in place, and as the host, even if he wants to refuse, he can't find a suitable one. reason.

If you agree, that's okay, at most you will be talked about casually... But if you refuse, it is very likely that the issue will be brought up to the level of international political relations, and the empire will still suffer from being dumb.

— in front of the whole world.

Huang's face had completely turned cold, and the tulip cup in his hand seemed about to be crushed at any moment.Yimulian knew what he should do, so he secretly stretched out his spiritual tentacles to comfort him, bowed slightly, and put his hand into Hei Qingming's palm: "It's an honor."

Hei Qingming smiled triumphantly and led him to the dance floor.

Yimulian was actually terrified. Since the Federation had the courage to extend its branches to the empire, it naturally knew that ballroom dancing was not a compulsory course for any sentinel guide in the military academy of the imperial capital. Less, he has no and no interest.

The Federation did this just to embarrass him, but they missed a little bit. Yi Mulian was born in a noble family, even if he is not good at socializing, how could he not have learned the waltz in the most basic noble etiquette class?

A piece of music played, which he recognized, was "The Blue Danube", a classic court dance.

Hei Qingming deliberately hugged his back intimately, showing a friendly and enthusiastic appearance. He clasped his hands on the other's shoulders, and he could still see Arara's expressionless gaze during the interval of rotation.He wasn't very comfortable either, but he couldn't show it, and he didn't know how many cameras were staring at him right now. He was very tense. In this situation, even stepping on the other person's foot would be a big joke.

Hei Qingming was a little surprised: "Marshal Lian is really versatile, he can do everything."

Yimulian didn't want to talk more with the other party, but said: "I just understand the general idea."

"You know, did I want to ask you to say something?" Hei Qingming didn't care about his subtle indifference at all, holding his hand and spinning in the middle of the dance floor, the three-step dance would make the physically weak guide a little out of breath Gas, but Yimolian doesn't seem to have any problems at all.

"Are you going to announce it in front of the sentinels all over the world?"

"Then you underestimated the federation's stereo." Hei Qingming smiled and said, "Your grades in theory and history are very good. You should know that the federation couldn't help but began to encroach on the empire a few years ago."

Yimulian hesitated and said: "2104." 12 years ago.

"Yes, that arms smuggling case...that was the 'scapegoat' deliberately sold to you by the Federation back then, in order to divert your attention and hide the real purpose behind the scenes, so that another 'smuggling' could succeed Arrive at your imperial capital." Hei Qingming said with a smile, raised his hand and swung it around in his hand.

"...Why did you suddenly tell me this?"

"'He' is destined to become the ultimate time bomb of the empire. After all, he is a creature specially created by the federation to bury the eyeliner in the upper echelons of the empire."

Yimulian pretended to be shocked by the news, and said, "What do you mean?"

"That's a federal study that started 18 years ago—have you heard of artificial dark sentinels?"

"..."

"Following those few examples a hundred years ago, the dark sentinel has been like an extinct species. This research has not been achieved until the sixth year, and we have successfully artificially created the dark sentinel by genetic modification. That will be The most suitable creature to be an undercover agent, we sent 'him' to the imperial capital, and dispatched many children of researchers to supervise in batches..."

The dance music gradually came to a climax, and the frequency of circling became higher and higher. Yimulian suppressed the discomfort and felt dizzy before his eyes: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

Artificial genetic modification?

Although Yimulian had imagined the reason for the formation of the Dark Sentinel, he never expected that it was created by such anti-humanitarian human experiments.In order to protect their own interests, each country will research something in private. The things the Federation researches are not only 'DNA sequence boxes' and 'resonance bombs' and the like, but also dark sentries.

Isn't that wild...

There was an unavoidable colic in his heart, no wonder Huang showed such a painful expression, which he had never seen before, even when Huang was pressed under the stone slab, his expression was never so painful.

Hei Qingming still had a respectful and polite smile on his face, and said slowly: "This person... is by your side now, do you want to guess who it is?"

The dance music stopped suddenly, and Yimulian stopped panting.

After all, the guide's physical strength was still inferior to the sentinel's. He felt tired, but he understood Hei Qingming's intentions—this was simply to sow discord, including the unreasonable visit to the door last night, probably for this purpose.

He did not give an answer.

"The chief guide of the empire is well-deserved of its reputation. I deeply admire Marshal Lian's dancing skills." Hei Qingming didn't say any more, but bowed politely.

Glancing at the purple-black dragon-shaped spiritual body in front of him, he withdrew his hand that was clinging to the opponent's body, bowed and said, "I dare not, waltz... It is more appropriate to invite a woman who is suitable for wearing a long skirt as a dance partner."

No, this wouldn't be Huang's type.Yimulian has never been so sure.

The person Huang likes will definitely not be this sentinel!

Hei Qingming wanted to say a few more words of courtesy, but someone stepped forward and interrupted him.

Huangpi smiled without smiling, and bowed hypocritically: "I'm sorry, Marshal Yimulian is not in good health. He needs to take a breath. I think he will be absent for a while." Without waiting for Hei Qingming to respond, he pulled Yimulian's hand The hand goes back.

Yimulian thought about it quickly in his mind. This is probably not an embarrassment, but the behavior of the sentry out of the instinct of "occupation of land", which is understandable.He didn't resist or say anything to stop him, he just left with the furious sentry in full view.

There is a rooftop outside the ballroom, which is neither big nor small. There are several large crystal tables with desserts on them.Before the banquet started, many people were chatting outside with wine glasses, but now they have all gone inside, and there is no one in the open air.

"You're hungry." Huang said briefly.

Yimulian felt warm in his heart, which was very unexpected, he hadn't had time to eat today, but Huang remembered it better than him.

But Huang was undoubtedly still angry, and the spiritual connection clearly told him this. He tried to sort out Huang's consciousness cloud as usual, to calm Huang's emotions, but this time, as soon as the spiritual tentacles stretched out, he was rejected by the sentinel. outside the wall.

As long as Huang is unwilling, he cannot touch the other party's consciousness cloud.

In fact, compared to the ordinary sentinel who was jumping up and down in mania, Huang's attitude was already very relaxed. He let go of Yimulian's hand, and just stood against the railing, blowing the cold wind stupidly, without saying anything.

He knew his Sentinels needed his reassurance, and if the Conscious Cloud didn't work, then through words.

Standing beside Huang, he put all his energy into it: "I still haven't finished asking."

Huang looked over, his expression was very complicated.

"You said the person you like...what kind of person is he?"

Huang's expression softened: "...Like an idiot."

"..."

"He's so stubborn, so stubborn that I don't even bother to scold him."

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"Occasionally there is a gentle and reserved side, right?"

"Bar?"

Huang Molan's eyes turned: "What do you think?"

Yimulian was speechless for a while, and said after a long time: "Does he... like you?"

Huang smiled softly, finally he was no longer angry, the light in his eyes flickered indifferently in the night sky, the night was too dark, people couldn't see clearly whether it was the undulating ripples or the flames of the prairie fire.

"No, he loves me."