mech warriors have no love

After being soothed, Lancelot became even more energetic, and put his arms around César's waist. His brows were sharp and his face was handsome. Even if he wasn't wearing a military uniform, he just sat there casually and looked at people with his legs crossed. Full of aggression, I really can't pretend to be pitiful, I can only blink: "My head hurts too."

Cesar looked at him indifferently.

Lancelot was never afraid of other people's eyes mixed with meanings such as "Do you want to show your face" and "Are you a beast?" He looked at César scorchingly, like a big wolf dog waiting to be appeased, and he recovered after being appeased. If you become a big dog, if you don't appease him well, you will become a wolf.

César was a little hairy from his stare: "..."

Really should let those loyal followers and fanatical fans outside come in and take a look at the way the great Union Marshal is acting like a baby.

Since Lancelot's face was unprecedented, Cesar reluctantly reached out and touched his head again - unexpectedly found that the blond hair of the Alliance Marshal was extraordinarily soft, and it felt very good in the hand, so he couldn't help but rub it twice more.

It wasn't until he met Lancelot's half-smiling eyes that he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had done something wrong.

Lancelot suppressed a smile: "Little César, our family has a rule."

Cesare pushed him away, turned off the light screen, and folded his hands to see if Lancelot could name a flower.

Lancelot said solemnly: "If you touch the head of a member of the Rodney family, you have to pass through the door of the Rodney family. This is an ancient curse, most people can't touch it, otherwise the hair will fall out, you don't want to be A little bald one?"

César picked up the doll beside him and threw it over: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Lancelot couldn't help laughing. He took the doll and touched it twice: "You have always been a baby in my heart. Baby, kiss me twice? I still owe you."

César gave him a cold look, turned and went back to the room.

Micah yelled in his arms: "This rascal! The more you talk to him, the more he growls! ... César, you haven't told me why you watch the instructional video on dismantling the mecha?"

César pulled the fur ball out of his arms, stared at it, and the corners of his pink lips suddenly hooked: "What do you think?"

Mao Qiu was silent for a moment, shaking non-stop: "You really learned from that old rascal."

The wartime base was built very quickly, and Lancelot chose the largest energy supply station in the Androphean constellation, which can replenish energy on the spot.I beat off a wave of orcs, and then listened to Lancelot's speech. The alliance soldiers with the backbone were extremely efficient, and quickly organized search and rescue troops, and quickly searched around to see if there were escaped survivors. God's life.

The senior officers who originally commanded these alliance armies were silent, and they didn't dare to say a fart.Because the Alliance Marshal always smiled kindly at them, but sometimes he looked at the star map and looked at them, as if he was going to throw them to the orcs.

The arrival of Lancelot also brought the war to a temporary halt, and both sides took a breath on the verge of ignoring their guns at any time.

It is gratifying that the orcs did not fire so much. Three days later, the soldiers who searched and rescued brought back some civilians who escaped by chance and placed them in the base.

The civilians of the alliance were devastated like this. The orcs expected that the young marshal of the alliance would be impatient and attack the Dar star in one fell swoop--it's a pity that the young marshal had already suffered a big loss from impulsiveness, and he exchanged the lives of thousands of soldiers who accompanied him day and night. Lessons learned from blood did not come into play.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and Lancelot took his time to push the battle to Dar Star. After many contacts, the orcs seemed to be afraid of Lancelot and did not dare to confront each other. They ran faster one by one.

As a result, more people boasted about Lancelot—boasting hype and invincibility, so much that he was almost lifted up to the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Lancelot is not so blindly optimistic. It is not difficult to admit that the orcs have been able to threaten and shake the alliance. Before he came, the orcs beat the alliance soldiers to run around. If he retreated slowly in an orderly manner, without seeing any tricks in it, he would not be the marshal of the alliance.

The orc must have prepared a big gift for him at the end, but unfortunately, for the sake of the alliance's territory, he had to slowly lean over and ponder the conspiracy - anyway, he was right to want his life.

He muttered to himself and wondered what the orc was trying to do, and when he finished muttering, he looked up and found that César had already fallen asleep, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his little mouth was still slightly pouted. His heart was soft and he wanted to hug this child. He kissed deeply, and felt that it was a bit abnormal, maybe Cesare would throw him over his shoulder as soon as he woke up.

The Alliance Marshal's child Xin Xing went online together, grinning his teeth and trying to scare César, but he couldn't do it, so he stared at the little prince secretly dozing off for a long time and sighed.

Prohibition of falling in love in the army is indeed correct. His unfulfilling heart has been restless since he first saw Cesar more than ten years ago, and he has not made any progress until now, and he is jumping thumping when he sees her sleeping face. I couldn't calm down for a long time, which seriously delayed the business.

The marshal who calmed down raised his hand and tapped on César's forehead: "What are you going to sleep on? It's not good for children to sleep too much. Sir, if you don't listen well, you dare to be lazy, let you analyze the star map Have you analyzed it?"

César was caught off guard by his yelling and woke up, trembling with fright, opened his eyes and gave him a cold look, and smeared the analyzed blueprint in front of him on his face.

Analyzing the star map is something every commander must be able to do, and I don’t know if the Union Marshal wants to be lazy, leaving chores to Molly Rego and Harry, and dragging César to share other things, let everyone follow him Sleepless and restless, it is quite a newspaper.

Lancelot was not annoyed either. He held the analysis drawing and looked at it for a while, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

It's not that César did a bad job, it's that he did it too well.

He rubbed the drawing for a while, smiled, and threw the drawing he had drawn for a long time over: "For you."

César took it over and looked puzzledly. He was added to the piece of paper with messy lines at some point. It can be seen that the Union Marshal is very talented in art, and the painting is lifelike, meticulous and serious. It takes a lot more care than the pile of ghost-like analysis diagrams on the side. If you resign in the future, you may be able to become a wandering painter, and you are guaranteed to be able to eat.

César stared at it for a while, then peeked at Lancelot, saw him turn around, calmly folded the blueprint, stuffed it into his arms and put it away.

Lancelot groped for a while and took out a gaming helmet.

Turning around and looking: "Huh? Where is the portrait I drew for you?"

César followed Lancelot for a long time. He was black when he was close to the ink, and his expression did not change when he lied: "Tear it up."

Lancelot didn't think it was strange either. It would be strange if César put away the painting properly, and threw the game helmet into his arms: "Go to the black hole and practice your hands."

Cesare was stunned.

"It's not peaceful here." Lancelot smiled slightly, but not much of it reached his eyes. "Let me see how strong your mental power is and how well you control it."

César opened his mouth, wanting to tell Lancelot that he is Wz for a moment.

Lancelot said to himself again: "You were the one who rescued Molly last time. Besides you, I have only seen Wz with such a strong mental power... This stubborn donkey can't even track Lucy. When caught, he must be taught a lesson."

César: "..."

César closed his mouth quietly, glanced at Lancelot coolly, and put on the gaming helmet.

The battlefield of the black hole can be customized anywhere. César accepted Lancelot's challenge invitation, took off the mental suppressor, and easily controlled the mecha. The fit between the mecha and humans lies in the spiritual threshold. The higher the mental threshold, the higher the degree of fit, and the more powerful the mecha can be brought out.

If a person with mediocre mental strength uses an advanced intelligent mecha to fight against a person with a super high mental threshold driving an ordinary mecha, the latter will most likely win.

It is precisely because of the importance of spiritual power in this era of mechs that the orcs are eager to find ways to improve their spiritual power and continue the genes of those with strong spiritual power.

Two virtual mechas fought in the vast starry sea simulated by the black hole. The heavy mecha reacted extremely quickly. It was indeed a long time since César had a good fight with the mecha. He was caught off guard by the opposite mecha and quickly got up. , calmly, observing Lancelot's flaws.

It's a pity that Lancelot didn't give him a chance.

Knowing that César was not a good-for-nothing, Lancelot didn't show mercy at all. He was a man with a black heart, and he didn't even care that the person on the other side was the one he was holding in his hand just now. After being thrown away again, César Zell frowned, thinking about how to respond.

When he used to play black holes, he always relied on his strong mental power to directly deal with the opponents. The method was simple and rude. Later, he fought against Lancelot a few times... If he followed the routine at that time, Lancelot, a fine man, would definitely be defeated immediately. Can find that he is the Wz he is looking for.

The reality didn't give César much time to think about it. Lancelot's mental power is strong and his experience is countless times richer than him. This discussion will soon end.

César took off the gaming helmet, rubbed his temples, and put the mental suppressor back on.

Lancelot also disconnected, and stared at César pondering for a while, the guards would have been scolded a long time ago, but it's a pity that the Union Marshal couldn't say anything serious to César's face. Words: "Lack of experience is the biggest drawback... Just practice more in the future, don't be discouraged."

César remained silent, recalling the quick battle just now, staring at him quietly.

Lancelot smiled heartlessly while rubbing his head: "Why are you staring at me? Do you think my hands were heavy just now? No one will show mercy on the battlefield. Either you die or the enemy dies. If you want to live, you can't show mercy. I want you to protect yourself, of course you can't keep your hands."

César turned his head to avoid his hand, and an elusive look flashed in his clear green eyes: "I thought you would say that you would always protect me."

"The only one that is protected intact is the golden bird." Lancelot stretched out his hand and pulled César over, lowered his head and looked at him, "Would you like to be my golden bird?"

Seeing César's cold face, Lancelot smiled and kissed the back of his hand: "You don't want to, and neither do I. César, I want to see you as an eagle."

You don't need to hide your spiritual power because of your life experience, hide in the dark and live a mediocre life, but spread your wings and fly high to do what you want.

To get all this, you must first be strong enough.

César was silent for a while, and met Lanceros' expectant eyes, inexplicably: "Why do I have to be a bird?"

Lancelot: "..."

Ugh.