mech warriors have no love

Lucy obediently turned off the thing immediately.

After closing his eyes for a while, César squeezed the shocking picture and lines out of his mind, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "What is this?"

"The popular drama of Guomanxing Universe TV Station." Lancelot didn't feel wrong at all, and enthusiastically expressed Amway, "It has been on the air for two years. The plot is ups and downs. The cosmic rocker made the theme song, which is very interesting."

César remained expressionless: "..."

If you read it right... the play just now was called "The Love with the Fallen Duke".

Isn't it one of the things in Micah's wicked little library!

César took a breath, sincerely doubting the future of the alliance, sneaked a few steps away from Lancelot, nodded reservedly, turned around and immediately got into the cabin.

I don't know if it was Lancelot's illusion, but César seemed to be avoiding him afterwards.

The two chased and hid for a long time like playing a spy war, and Lancelot successfully blocked Cesare who sneaked into the small kitchen in the middle of the night to steal food.

"Ceizer."

Cesare sat at the small kitchen table, biting into a piece of bread intently.

Lucy brought a lot of food with him, and César preferred what he could eat to nutritional supplements.

Lancelot saw him eating hazelnuts like a squirrel, and suddenly laughed: "I haven't seen you for so many years, although you don't look like you used to, but you are still the same..."

César looked bewildered.

Although he had expected it, Lancelot still couldn't accept it: "...Did you really forget? When we were in Delan Middle School...we met."

César looked at him blankly.

The atmosphere in the small kitchen was slightly awkward.

Lu Xi silently recorded this embarrassing scene and recorded it in the biography of the marshal of the alliance.

César swallowed the last bite of bread: "Sir, you have identified the wrong person.

Lancelot stared at him for a while, the smile on his face faded, and he turned back to his cabin.

César was slow to perceive the emotions of outsiders. He stood in place for a few seconds before realizing it. He tilted his head and asked, "Is he angry?"

Lucy's tone was still gentle and polite: "Lord César, Lord Lancelot once confessed his love to you, but you...rejected it."

The Leicester family is a typical old aristocracy. The old aristocrats look down on the emerging "new aristocrats" like the Lancelot family, thinking that they are a group of upstarts with no brains.

And Delan Star is the capital star of "born superior", and the students in Delan Middle School are very diverse, and their class positions are quite obvious.

The "old aristocrat" who claims to be born superior to others, the "new aristocrat" who hates the former's attitude, and buys melon seeds to eat and eat when he has nothing to do. Hate to jealousy.

Lancelot, who was full of passion back then, was beaten up by César's men, and self-analyzed as class antagonism, not that César didn't like him.

So he thrived without psychological pressure and became the psychological shadow of a group of congressmen.

Lucy saved face for the master and didn't say the whole thing, and continued to explain implicitly: "Master Lancelot has been waiting to see you again after graduation, but it's a pity that we didn't meet again after so many years."

Who knows that the person who has missed him for more than ten years has no impression of himself.

Lancelot pretended to be deaf and dumb, and still had to face.

César's attitude was more embarrassing than giving him a direct slap.

César burped a little: "..."

Not impressed at all.

The advanced mech intelligence thoughtfully reminded: "Maybe you were too young at that time, so you can't remember clearly. It was the year 580 of the new star calendar, and you were only 15 years old. Lancelot, a beast..."

The new ephemeris is 580 years old.

César's pupils shrank suddenly.

The thick and disgusting bloody smell that lingered in the dream seemed to float in the air again, trying to entangle him endlessly.

His fingers trembled, and he rested on Micah unconsciously, his body tensed, he gritted his teeth and endured for a while, before saying, "I was ill once, and I can't remember many things clearly."

In this day and age, it is actually very difficult to live with a strange and serious illness.

Lucy understood very well: "If I were you, I would choose to forget this bastard."

Cesar lowered his eyes, as if he was born with poor contact with all kinds of emotions, and had no impression of this matter, without any disturbance in his heart, as if he was listening to someone else's story, he clapped his hands and went back to the cabin.

In the next few days, the two of them staggered the time tacitly. César was so obsessed with the occasional supper for three meals a day, that the Marshal had to avoid it, and was extremely annoyed: "Why do I have to avoid him?"

Lu Xi silently made another note in his biography.

The alliance is vast, with ten galaxies.

It is not a good thing to have too much territory. It cannot be managed. Most of the frontier stars are backward. There will be rage of violated territory.

Strictly speaking, Star Ruth is not considered a frontier star, but just close to the backcountry where parents don't love their mother.

If the alliance is divided into three rings, Star Ruth is on the edge of the second ring, and the first ring is a sacred place where countless people can only look at it for a lifetime.

This used to be a secret military base. After the peace treaty was signed, the congressmen increasingly ignored the border defense. After the alliance was beaten to its hometown a year ago, they finally began to face up to the fact that "peace cannot be stabilized by a single contract". A pass has been remodeled to reproduce the once thriving high-tech atmosphere.

When Darus was near the star, an accident forced the two of them to collide.

There is a meteorite belt near Star Ruth, which is relatively desolate, and no one cares about it or wants to care about it.

So when more than a dozen battleships suddenly jumped to surround Lucy, even César came out to see what happened.

Luke did not rush: "According to the Alliance Air Traffic Safety Law, any starship, battleship, or mech is not allowed to leap and deviate from the channel in violation of regulations. The opponent has violated the alliance law, and the energy system of the mecha is perfect...Do you want to fight?"

"You're a little mecha, why do you think about fighting and killing all day long?" Lancelot secretly glanced at César, clasped his fingers, and said in a casual tone, "There are vicious star robbers on the border, and there are also hungry and desperate The civilians, activate the protective shield, and request to be with the other party..."

"boom!"

A shot hit, and the mech trembled.

- The other party refuses to communicate.

Lancelot's expression turned serious: "X-β35 shell? Even if this thing has been eliminated for two generations, it shouldn't appear in this remote area."

As soon as the words fell, the other party attacked another particle cannon, and more than a dozen battleships were neat and orderly, not like the crooked melons that should be here.

Lucy made a sudden 360-degree turn, dodging the incoming particle cannons.César was not affected, walked up to Lancelot like walking on the ground, lowered his eyes and said: "The c-γ particle cannon should not appear here."

In front of the console, César thought silently: "That person" is so impatient?The last time I logged into Delan Star, I urged Ellis to attack, but this time I just changed to a small team?

Lancelot also thought silently: The council really needs to set up an IQ screening, and it's been a while since I can't stand it anymore...

The two looked at each other, but didn't take these battleships to heart.

Lancelot showed a smile that made people's backs hairy, folded his hands, tapped his fingers lightly on the crook of his arm, and said in a flat tone, "Leave two alive."

While speaking, more than a dozen battleships surrounded him again. Lancelot was used to strong winds and waves, so he didn't care. He was about to reverse control these unlucky battleships that came together to give away their heads, when César suddenly held his shoulders.

"...Leap." César stared at the dozen or so warships approaching on the light screen, "They are about to explode."

As if to confirm what César said, the next moment, one of the warships disintegrated—a precursor to self-destruction.

The Marshal of the Alliance who resisted the strong wind and waves almost capsized in the gutter, and immediately started the jump without saying a word. The moment the mecha disappeared, the dozen or so warships on the tail rumbled into a raging sea of ​​flames in the universe, and rolled into the nearby meteorite belt. , Instantly shattered countless innocent meteorites who lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Lancelot was also a little taken aback by these inexplicable attacks and self-destructing warships.

Some people can't understand him. There have been countless assassinations, but none of the routines are so unconventional.

César knew it well, and silently took a step back, hugging the doll tightly in his arms.

After this inexplicable encounter, Lancelot's indescribable embarrassment finally disappeared. After a moment of contemplation, he turned his head to look at César, looked him up and down, and couldn't help but mutter: "Soldier You have to look like a soldier! What’s it like to hold an idol? Bed sheets and pajamas must be so girly, are you a little girl?”

César turned his face blankly: "Fight? Let me give you one hand."

The little guy is so arrogant?

Lancelot didn't feel offended by his subordinates, but he was a little ironic.He hadn't been provoked like this in years.

"Come on." The marshal lazily leaned against the door, watching Cesare's beautiful silhouette, and was about to let Lu Xi continue to check for any illness that would make people forget about a period of time, with a smile on his lips, "I Never bully children..."

As soon as the voice fell, a strong wind had already struck.

Lancelot turned his head away and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

César held the cat-like snow-white doll in one hand without affecting his movements. He was as sensitive as a leopard. He put one hand on the ground, and the corner of his clothes slipped down, revealing his snow-white and thin waist. The muscles are well-proportioned under the trouser waist, looking thin and tough.

Lancelot was obsessed with ghosts, and wanted to touch it, but was accidentally caught by Cesare's legs.

Lu quietly made another note: the color makes the mind faint.

Unexpectedly, the melee combat would end so soon, César froze for a moment, hesitating about his next move.Lancelot, who reacted, blinked and smiled, and grabbed his ankle and pulled him over.

The toughness of that waist was really excellent, and it was folded up according to the trend. Lancelot lightly supported his hip with one hand, and it turned out to be a posture of holding him in his arms and facing each other face to face.

"..."

It seems like something is not quite right.

At a close distance, César blinked subconsciously.

Lancelot blinked his eyelids, quickly pulled back the corner of his clothes, honestly covered his slender waist, and said in a vicious voice: "Fighting is good fighting, what kind of beauty tricks are you trying to sell... to me Just play around, and wear your clothes when you fight with others."

César looked at him inexplicably, and leaned back.

Lancelot didn't let him go, and smiled at him: "Cesar, do you believe in fate?"

César: "Science has never endorsed such illusory claims."

Lancelot: "Actually, I don't agree either."

César nodded, and patted Lord Marshal's hand by the way, wanting him to wink and let him go.

"However." Lancelot blinked, and a smile emerged from his smoky pupils, "Nothing is certain. I'll wait for you to give me an explanation from 11 years ago."

César: "..."

I don't know why, Lancelot's expression was automatically interpreted in his heart as a vicious demand for debt.

The author has something to say: I have a bad cold, my head is so hot that I can cook eggs, if there is anything wrong, I will revise it later, sleep for a while