mech warriors have no love

There is not much to worry about, and there is not much to worry about. The position of Marshal of the Alliance sounds majestic, but in fact it is a life of worry and hard work. There is even a special department for Marshal to look at psychological problems on Delan Star. The mecha brain accompanying the marshal will also provide psychological counseling to the master from time to time, in case each generation of alliance marshals is destroyed by various blockages before he dies in the line of duty.

Lancelot was different.

He can get the doctor and the brain who specialize in counseling him about psychological problems to go to the doctor.

Anyway, most of the rotten things in the alliance are chronic illnesses. People keep stabbing them and others take them on. It is impossible to eliminate them in a short period of time. The Marshal has a lot of debts, so he has long been bearish. His mentality is better than that of the retired Grandpa Feng Na. He is still calm and calm. Marshals of all dynasties are not as bachelor as him.

It's just that bachelors also want to beg for a wife.

Although he was not beaten by César before being thrown out, Lancelot still felt sorry for being kicked out. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night. The alliance's waste dim sum is too busy after wiping his ass, and he spends less time with César, and the little guy doesn't get close to himself anymore.

Lucy helped analyze it and realized: "When did Master César get close to you?"

Lancelot thought for a while, but was not convinced: "How clingy he is to me!"

"Are you sure it wasn't César's little compromise in order to live a more peaceful life after being unbearably disturbed?"

Lancelot smiled and threw Lucy to the corner.

The starship has everything and everything, it can be used for fighting and enjoying, it is Lancelot's handwriting.

He didn't sleep all night, and he was used to such hard work. He looked at the cabin door of César, walked to the bar, put on his gloves, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip slowly: "Lu Xi, Renhe What is the most fundamental difference between intelligence?"

Lucy didn't expect that the unreliable master would ask such a philosophical question, and was taken aback for a moment: "People are affected by emotions, but intelligence is not. Although we are endowed with wisdom and character by the creator, everything is data and programs. is at work, intelligence is always sane."

"Well, so it only takes a set of invading viruses to pry open the brain's mouth." Lancelot sat on the soft sofa, crossed his legs and sipped a sip of the light red wine—it was still dark, and the star The boat automatically adjusted to the dormant brightness, and there was only a little faint light, which shone on his profound profile, inexplicably showing a bit of bewitching and dangerous evil.

The light red wine seemed dark red in the dim light. At this time, the Alliance Marshal didn't force himself to be a gentleman or any other role. He looked tired, like a vampire who had just woken up from a deep sleep and was eating.

He shook the transparent wine glass, his smoky gray pupils also showed a dark color, and he narrowed slightly: "But it's not that simple to pry people's mouths open."

Lucy thoughtfully turned on the lights near the sofa, and brought the Union Marshal who had fallen into a demon back to the light, and said gently: "If you don't ask Lord César, how do you know he won't tell you?"

Lancelot looked at the ball of light in front of him strangely: "Do you think César will tell me?"

Lucy silently analyzed César's character: "No."

After drinking half a glass of wine, Lancelot didn't relax his mind, instead he was exhausted, and he was able to support Lucy to kill another few hundred orcs.He looked thoughtfully at his distorted shadow in the crystal cup, and had a sudden thought: "Tell me, if I seduce and seduce César..."

Lucy interrupted his sweet dream vigilantly: "Please wake up and stop this dangerous thought in time. The Alliance still needs you very much for the time being."

Lancelot: "..."

César sat barefoot on the bed in the cabin, and listened to the words of the master and servant outside without missing a word.

I don’t know if Lancelot did it on purpose. He didn’t close the door tightly when he went out. He was awakened in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall asleep for a while. He listened to Lancelot and Lucy discussing philosophical issues in a daze, and then the topic suddenly turned to him. , the Alliance Marshal even made an astonishing suggestion of seduction.

Micah struggled to get out of his arms, pulled off the pajamas and nightcap that he had imitated, and sat on César's shoulder, gnashing his teeth: "Seduction, seduction? This old rascal thinks beautiful! Eight-pack abs Mermaid line So what, how could our little César respond to..."

Mao Qiu's voice gradually weakened, and after a moment of silence, the voice suddenly rose in the spirit network: "Cesar? Why are you blushing!"

César pushed it away calmly: "It's nothing."

"Your adrenaline is on the rise." Fuqiu's voice began to tremble, "The universe is above, what are you thinking! No! Don't disconnect my mental network! Let me scan!"

César: "...nothing."

Fuqiu was heartbroken: "I don't need a scan, I know the sex object in your head when you are in heat, what's so good about that stinky hooligan? Does he have the forty centimeters of the donkey family? Does he have the barbs of the cat family? He has two of the Snake Clan..."

César reconnected to Micah's mental network with a blank expression: "Open the reset system."

The furball burst into tears.

"What strange things have you been looking at recently?" César lowered his long eyelashes, and his handsome face was full of chills, "It seems that it has been invaded by a virus, it must be reset or dismantled, which one do you choose ?”

The fur ball lay on his shoulder and cried vividly: "I...I choose to shut up."

well.

Although it is not the answer in the choice of two, it is the correct answer. César touched the shivering fur ball with satisfaction, and heard that one person and one brain outside were still arguing about the possibility of seduction. I feel that it is impossible for me to sleep peacefully and return to the cage amidst the noise of this dispute.

...This bastard did it on purpose.

César heard something, jumped out of bed unbearably, pushed the door and went out.

Lancelot was not surprised at all, and raised his glass to him. The smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. When he saw him walking over with bare feet, he frowned: "Children, why are you running around barefoot? Yes, the floor is so cold, and you have to lie in the medical cabin again when you catch a cold, don't you want to lie in it again?"

While talking, César had already walked in front of him, Lancelot put down his wine glass, stood up and looked down at César, and smiled: "It seems to be a little taller." He put his hand on his waist, gently He hugged him easily, but he didn't put him on the sofa, but curled up directly, hugging him in his arms with peace of mind.

Compared with Lancelot, a typical mature man's tall figure, César was like a boy who hadn't grown up yet, a small one, and it didn't weigh much in his arms. There was only a warm yellow lamp on beside the sofa, In the light and shadow, the bodies of the two are entangled, and the atmosphere is extremely harmonious.

Although the seemingly innocent César could have weighed more than Lancelot's weight in an uppercut.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a development after it came out, César was stunned.

He stood up suddenly, shouldn't Lancelot be embarrassed?

After a few days of not learning, the Marshal's face is still developed automatically, and it has been upgraded again?

César hadn't figured out the strength of the marshal's upgraded face, Lancelot suddenly lowered his head, and when he spoke with a chuckle, his warm breath was tainted with the sweet and seductive aroma of wine: "I just drank, and I know how to drink Will there be consequences?"

César thought for a while, and answered rigorously: "Alcoholism?"

Lancelot was used to César's shocking words, so he calmly ignored the words that ruined the atmosphere, skipped the dangerous line, and put his head to César's head: "Have you ever heard of drunken promiscuity?"

Cesare calmly pointed out the error: "It is impossible for a drunk person to have sex."

Lancelot couldn't help laughing: "But I'm not drunk. Second Lieutenant, if you don't struggle, I will take it as if you don't object."

César pushed his face away, with a cold face: "Is this what you mean by sex and temptation?"

Lancelot: "..."

Is it an illusion?

He seemed to feel a little...disappointment from César?

It is a bit difficult to admit that this is sex and seduction, after all, it has no effect and cannot show charm, but if you don't admit it, Lancelot has a premonition that César will turn around and leave.

The Union Marshal immediately thought of the correct answer, and replied wittily: "Of course, you have seduced me."

César: "..."

The two mechs came up with an idea at the same time: "Human beings are really scary."

Lancelot cleverly got out of the predicament and made a counterattack: "My child, eavesdropping on the Union Marshal's speech is a serious crime that will go to prison. You sneaked out in the middle of the night without wearing shoes. What did you hear? Huh? Tell the truth, kiss again I will let it go lightly."

César's gaze unconsciously fell on Lancelot's brilliant, well-touched blond hair, and said indifferently: "I recorded it, and I will broadcast it for you if you want to hear it."

Lancelot still wanted to point his face: "...then it won't work."

César bowed his head very satisfied, motioned him to lower his head again, touched that beautiful blond hair as he wished, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was extremely satisfied.

The distance between Lancelot and him is already close at hand.

As long as Lancelot is willing, he can get a little closer and kiss the lips he has coveted for a long time.

Cesare's lips are beautiful.

Although she is always pursed straight and without a smile, the beautiful lip shape largely makes up for this defect, which is not considered a defect. Usually the color is as light as cherry blossoms, and when she comes out of the bath, she is red and cool green. His pupils always melted the chill, filled with water mist, like an innocent little animal.

During this period of time, both of them lived on the starship. They were separated by a short distance, and they couldn't see each other when they looked up. They saw the little beauty become pink and tender after taking a bath many times. Lancelot could only go out to patrol Blowing the cold wind, smoking deeply to reduce stress, and feeling that I have strange thoughts about ignorant children is indeed very beastly.

At such a close distance at this time, the taste of the heart and mind is within reach.

The rogue giant in language and thought froze, thinking that a beast is just a beast, and the hand around Cesar's thin waist unconsciously became stronger, and was about to kiss him.

The lights in the starship "popped" all on.

The hazy and ambiguous atmosphere instantly dissipated without a trace.

Before Lancelot could speak, Lucy quickly explained: "Actually, it's already dawn outside, and your guards and several senior generals are politely knocking on the door outside the starship. It is expected that Lord Harry will open the starship in 2 minutes. The door of the ship came up, and the starship sensed that someone was approaching, and automatically turned on the light source."

Lancelot: "..."

César recovered from Lancelot's beautiful blond hair, and found that the distance was too dangerous, and there was a slight tremor in his voice that he didn't notice: "Lancelot?"

His muscles tensed and then slowly relaxed, and he didn't have the thought of defending against a counterattack—if he had, Lancelot would have been blown away long ago.

Lancelot gritted his teeth, and a sudden surge of mental power controlled the starship to turn off the lights.

The starship was plunged into complete darkness, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He lowered his head, as if stealing honey, and accurately kissed César's slightly parted lips.

Obviously it's just a touch, and there's no time to taste too much, but the soul seems to be trembling for the sweetness it touched.

Lancelot didn't realize that his expression was gentle like what a Union Marshal should have. He returned to the cabin with the treasure in his arms, put him on the bed, and stretched out his hand to rub his body that was stiff from being suddenly attacked. The poor little prince couldn't help but kissed him on the forehead again, his voice was low and hoarse: "I always encounter such bad things... I won't let you off next time."