mech warriors have no love

Looking at each other, César's eyes are clear, and Lancelot's eyes are dark.

The atmosphere froze for nearly half a minute, Lancelot suddenly covered his eyes and turned his face away.

"..."

Was it a bad performance just now?

César was startled for a moment, feeling uneasy, grabbed the hair on Micah's body, frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lancelot turned his head and accidentally saw this scene, and it made his liver tremble again, he endured it again and again, and couldn't help sighing in frustration.

"..." César poked Micah expressionlessly, "What happened to him?"

Micah sneered while crossing her thin arms: "The reserve of an old man."

César: "?"

Micah: "That's the kind of reaction that you want to yell like a little girl, 'Ahhhhh', but you also take into account your own face and identity."

César: "..."

I don't quite understand.

Lancelot didn't know that he was being crazily arranged by the fur ball in Cesare's arms. He couldn't help but want to hold Cesare in his arms and present all the good things to him. He firmly believed that Cesare was worth everything Best of all, I still want to kiss him, the kind that makes him breathless—but the reality is cruel, the alliance marshal not only can't kiss, but also can't hug, I can only think about it in my head, to relieve the pain An anxious and intense impulse.

How grown up, but also like a kid.

The unmoved Alliance Marshal couldn't help but sighed again, and looked at the young man in front of him reproachfully, with a confident and serious face: "You are so sweet to me."

César: "..."

Lancelot: "There's still a bit of a toothache."

César had never had a romantic cell, and said quietly: "Then I should turn off the communication now?"

Lancelot quickly stopped and returned to normal. Although he couldn't touch César, he still stretched out his hand and traced his outline carefully. After a long while, he picked at him dissatisfiedly: "You're thin. Karl didn't take good care of you."

César immediately pouted and complained like a child supported by his parents: "The food here is not good."

Lancelot suddenly felt more distressed.

A very irrational thought popped up in his mind, "Why don't you lead troops to fight there immediately, bring Cesare back and take good care of him, and whoever dares to talk too much will kill him."

Hasn't his little prince suffered enough? It's not enough to hold him in his hand for the rest of his life. How can he be bullied.

He was originally a thin and small one, and he could only hug him. If he got thinner, would the orcs pay for him when he came back?

The marshal thought very arrogantly and unreasonably, frowned, suppressed the surging emotions, and said in a hoarse voice: "I regret letting you go."

César sat upright, and tilted his head when he heard the words, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

Lancelot smiled lowly: "Little friend, I'm a bad person."

He just respected César's choice, César wanted to leave, but he weighed it and found that there was no danger, so he let César go.

But if the situation changes, Lancelot will only choose to hide César.

It belongs to him alone, and no one can see it, and no one can covet and hurt César.

For the time being, César couldn't understand the strong desire for dominance in Lancelot's eyes. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and stuck it to Lancelot's projection in the air, with the corners of his eyes slightly bent: "Well, you It's a bad guy, I'm not afraid."

Lancelot felt soft in his heart: "Huh? Why?"

César made a gesture of drawing his gun: "I'm also a bad guy."

Lancelot wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

The unmoving alliance marshal yelled in his heart, harassing Lu Xi: "He's so cute, why is he so cute——"

Lucy's face was numb: "Lord Lancelot, I'm going to block you."

A similar scene happened on César's side, but the harasser was replaced by Micah, César said indifferently: "Shut up, I'm going to block you."

When Micah was quiet, César's brain was still hurting, and he held his chin and looked at Lancelot with interest: "Speaking of which, Marshal, even if you don't let me go, the council won't let me go." Let me go."

"What's the parliament?" Seemingly inflated by César's "Lord Marshal", Lancelot spoke without drafting, full of pride, "I've never been afraid of these villains."

César stayed for three seconds, recognized that Lancelot was serious, and raised his eyebrows. He keenly sensed something from Lancelot's words, and asked directly without beating around the bush: " What did the council do again?" After a pause, he added, "Did they deliberately embarrass you after I left?"

Lancelot spread his hands indifferently, and lazily said: "They haven't lived in peace, and they worry about it every day. It's nothing, don't worry, they need me, and it's too late to beg me, how dare they make things difficult for me."

During the month he was locked up, the council really didn't dare to do anything to him.

The main reason was that the timing was wrong, and the loyal supporters of the marshal heard that the marshal had been persecuted and made such a fuss that they almost tore down the parliament building.

On the morning that Parliament released Lancelot, a dozen MPs were attacked as they went out—splashed with ink.

But if it is closed again, it is not necessarily the case.

People are always forgetful. If they disappear for too long, they will gradually be treated as if they never appeared.

Without even thinking about it, Lancelot must be hiding something.

César glanced at him, noncommittal, and asked while holding the fur ball, "Didn't you say he wants to sleep with me? Why does he always treat me like a child?"

Hairball:"……"

Mao Qiu said indifferently: "Maybe I want to try father-son play."

César tucked up the hairball and threw it away, deciding to ask David or Molly when he went back, and settle accounts with Lancelot at that time.

Lancelot didn't want to worry about César, so he quickly turned the topic back to him: "Honey, how are you doing?"

César was silent for a moment.

I want to answer that everything is fine, so that Lancelot can feel at ease.

But thinking of what he said when he met Cagle that day, he felt a sense of suffocation again.

The only person he can confide in is Lancelot. This man always seems to be gentle and tolerant towards him, as if after guessing that he has orc blood, he calmly waits for him to say it himself.

It was a kind of respect and a tenderness he could not refuse.

Like the sea, it is reassuring.

Lancelot is actually tired, right?The tiredness between his brows and eyes could be clearly seen in the holographic projection.

Countless thoughts flashed through César's mind, and he shook his head: "It's okay."

Lancelot, a fine man, couldn't see his pause. Unfortunately, he was too guilty to blame César with confidence, so he could only make a note in his heart and wait for the account to be settled.

Lucy and Micah could see clearly that the two mechas were a bit uncomfortable, but their thoughts were on the same frequency:

See how you two settle accounts for each other.

Heh, the great marshal of the alliance, he was subdued after just two kisses. I don't know how many times he can last this time.

The two of them didn't know about it, they sat side by side chatting.Most of the time, Lancelot was talking, and César sat quietly, listening carefully, and occasionally responded with a sentence or two.

Like a worried parent, Lancelot was worried that his child would be bullied when he went out. He repeatedly confirmed that Carl's big pig's trotters did not bully César, and then nodded with no reassurance.

The old lair of the orcs has entered winter, but the four seasons of Delan are still like spring.

The cold night was cold and silent, and the night was getting darker. Lancelot looked at the leaked sky on Cesar's side, and then quietly glanced at the dimly lit sky on Teresa's side.In fact, after he tossed and turned and finally fell asleep, he was woken up by the sudden communication from Micah. In 10 minutes, he had to leave the capital planet and go to Milai planet.

It's a pity that this short meeting, separated by countless light years, has to be declared over.

Lancelot asked about the time on César's side, and said with a smile: "It seems that even the universe doesn't care about the separation between us, and specially synchronized the time of the two planets."

The smile in Cecil's eyes flickered away.

"Smile more, I like to see you smile." Lancelot held his face vainly, "Although I want you to stay with me for a while, it's a pity that children don't get enough sleep. It's late at night, you should asleep."

César blinked: "I can kiss you on your feet."

Lancelot smiled deeper: "Huh? Facing me, can't hold it anymore?"

Cesar nodded honestly.

Lancelot: "..."

Lucy sneered mercilessly.

See what it means to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot.

"Be patient." Lancelot stretched out his hand to cover César's eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't do this little thing now.

César stared at him for a moment, then closed his eyes quietly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a dancing butterfly.

Lancelot's deep and magnetic voice fell into his ears, and an inexplicable itch blew up in his heart: "Wait a little longer, baby, I will let you return to the alliance openly. No one dares to say a word. "

César doesn't care whether he can return to the alliance or whether he is upright, but it's actually not a big problem.

But he still nodded obediently: "I'll wait for you."

Lancelot lowered his head and cherished a kiss on the corner of his lips, with an extremely gentle expression: "Good night, little prince."

César closed his eyes and replied softly, "Good night."

When I opened my eyes again, the three-dimensional projection had disappeared.

Because of the long-term long-distance communication, Micah's energy was exhausted. César held the small fur ball to recharge the energy, returned to the bed, looked at the dark wall in front of him, was stunned for a while, and then hugged the doll in his arms , and fell asleep with eyes closed.

During the time he came to the Beast Race, he had been sleeping restlessly. Finally, after meeting Lancelot tonight, he fell into a gentle and sweet dream again.

The next morning, César was woken up by Micah's harassment.

"Cesar, César? Don't sleep late, make an appointment with that Frankenstein today."

César was overwhelmed by the disturbance, opened his eyes in a daze, grabbed the bouncing fur ball, stuffed it into the bed, closed his eyes again, and wanted to continue to sleep, with a hoarse voice: "We will meet in the afternoon... Don't make trouble."

Mao Qiu was heartbroken: "You have fallen! You actually slept in! Usually you will go early!"

César didn't care about it. He dreamed that more than ten years ago, Lancelot confessed to him in DeLand Middle School. He didn't misunderstand and agreed to Lancelot. In the sea of ​​lavender flowers, he also saw Belle Lin and Lambert.

He closed his eyes, wanting to continue the dream just now.

Unfortunately, the dream is not long-lasting after all.

This time, César's dream was cold and damp, filled with countless malice and conspiracy.

He dreamed that Cagle was standing in front of him, and said word by word: "Cesar, Belling is not a pure orc. She is a biological weapon researched by the orcs."