mech warriors have no love

No one thought that in front of hundreds of thousands of eyes, the Union Marshal who was swallowed by artillery fire and space cracks would appear here.

The receiving port of the mech was wide open, and Lancelot, who was rumored to have been wiped out, was wearing a black windbreaker, with calm eyes and a somewhat helpless and gentle face. He opened his arms and smiled at César.

The withdrawn soul returned to the cage the moment he saw Lancelot, César stared at him, put away Micah, who had run out of energy, ran over quickly, and threw himself into his arms.

Lancelot hugged him back tightly, wishing to rub him into his own flesh and blood, gently rubbing his chin against the top of his soft hair, with a hoarse smile: "Why are you so fierce, long time no see, you attack me as soon as you meet ..."

When the Union Marshal, who has always been eloquent, saw César's expression, his words froze and he couldn't continue.

His little prince's eyes were red, his handsome face was pale, his clear green eyes were as deep as a pool at this time, his bright red lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something, he was so wronged that he could fall off at any time Tears made him feel overwhelmed with distress.

Must have been terrified.

Lancelot stroked his slightly long hair gently, and said softly: "I'm fine, didn't I stand in front of you well, why did I come here, if it wasn't for the accidental discovery of a little girl who didn't know how to hide the signal The guy is picking up trash, I didn't even know you were here."

César pursed his lips, stared at him without saying a word.

Lancelot was afraid that he would be really scared, so he wanted to say a few more words to make him smile, but the tie was suddenly grabbed, and before he could react, Césarle punched him in the abdomen with a cold face.

The Marshal of the Alliance fought in battle all his life. He often fell asleep and was still awake. His alertness was top-notch. He could react immediately to any troubles and troubles. fortify.

The fist was so powerful that Lancelot bent down subconsciously, with a bitter face before he could figure out how he had offended this little ancestor, he was pressed against the cold alloy door, César bent his knees against him, and moved Tough, pulling the tie to force him to lower his head, raised his face slightly, and kissed his lips.

The lips that were attached were still trembling slightly in fear, sweet as honey.

Lancelot froze slightly, and suddenly felt that he was stunned by the candies all over the sky.

He recovered from that blow, and clearly felt the warmth of César's lips, the slightest friction could make his scalp numb, and the water of pleasure overflowed from the bottom of his heart, trying to drown him.

It's a pity that no one has ever taught César how to kiss, and finally gained the upper hand, and he didn't know how to play hooligans with Lancelot.

He just wanted to get close to Lancelot, a little closer, a little closer, and clearly feel that this person is still alive and standing in front of him, and all of this is real.

His throat was choked by something, tears were so sour that he was about to fall, his vision became hazy, the hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and a big warm hand brushed against his face.Lancelot carefully wiped away the tears on his face, licked his fingers, his eyes darkened: "It's bitter."

Then he pressed César into his arms, kissed the thin lips, and tried to penetrate deeper, without any resistance, the little guy in his arms was surprisingly well-behaved.

The bitter taste slowly faded between the lips and teeth, and what was left was only a dense, gentle kiss. César was dizzy and almost drowned in this long kiss, his legs couldn't stand still. The way to restrain Lancelot again.He opened his eyes dimly, with a dazed expression and tears in his eyes, and found that Lancelot had been looking at him.

Those smoky eyes were filled with emotions he had never seen before.

As if to imprint him in the bottom of my heart.

Before he could analyze it, Lancelot's big warm hand had already covered his eyes, and the other arm was around his waist, helping him to stand still, and a low magnetic voice rang in his ears: " Kid, be careful when kissing."

Immediately, she turned back and pushed him against the door, lowered her head with a smile, and kissed César's wet and bright red lips again.

César's eyes were dark, but his mood gradually calmed down surprisingly. When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes ran across Lancelot's palm.He put his arms around Lancelot's neck, listened to his words, and kissed seriously.

Perhaps apart from being in his mother's womb, this is the most peaceful time for Cesar.

The two lingered at the door for half an hour, until Cesar's lips were swollen, so he was let go.Lancelot hadn't seen anyone for a long time, so he carried him directly back to the operating room, put his beloved little prince on the operating table and sat down, smiled and stretched out his thumb to wipe off the water stains on his lips, and said in a low voice: "I used to think that it's too old-fashioned for lovers who meet again after parting to hug and kiss each other all the time, but now I understand."

César's breathing was still a little unsteady, but his mood completely calmed down. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him: "What do you understand?"

The Marshal of the Alliance had a serious face, and played hooligans frankly: "Where is it enough to kiss, I didn't press you on the bed and just ate and wiped it off because of my firm will."

Fuck you strong willed.

The more I think about it, the more I get angry.

Lancelot looked at César, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the little rabbit in front of him was not serious, exuding a sweet aura that seduced him from head to toe.

He quickly withdrew his unruly gaze, coughed lightly, stared at César's face, thinking about changing the subject to calm down.

César lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's not impossible."

Lancelot: "..."

Lancelot took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to strip the little prince who was sitting obediently in front of him and put him on the operating table... Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, he took off his windbreaker and put it on him, turned around and thought Going to drink a glass of cold water and press the essence, the shirt corner was grabbed again.

César pursed his lips and stared at him, tugging at the hem of his clothes not to let him go.

Lancelot and him looked at each other for a second, the speed of defeat was amazing, sighed, sat next to him on the operating table, kissed the top of his hair: "Baby, why are you so pestering?"

César had no distractions, and said calmly: "Well, I've been obediently thinking of you. I miss you."

Lancelot almost fell to his knees.

It's not as tiresome as an ordinary child acting like a baby, but this kind of César is even more painful.Lancelot's heart was too soft, and he reached out to grab him into his arms, with a smile in his eyes: "Well, I've been thinking about you too. Little friend, what do you miss about me?"

César was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I think about it when I eat, I think about it when I sleep, and I think about it when I fight. When I came from the beast tribe, I thought, if you are really dead, I will kill those people and let them give you money." You will be buried with him."

"how about you?"

"I will live well."

Lancelot's eyes were soft: "That's great."

César shook his head: "...Not at all, not good."

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, his heart felt sour, he held his hand, and kissed his fingertips pitifully: "Well, I was wrong, it's not good, so I won't let that happen .”

Cesare leaned in his arms, rubbing his head against the crook of his neck, without saying a word.

He didn't want to ask what happened to the big explosion. Lancelot didn't seem to be injured at all. Since he was fine, why didn't he go back and preside over the overall situation of the alliance.

The alliance, the orcs, the parliament, the cloning experiment, and the genetic experiment of race continuation all have nothing to do with him now.

But some things can't be avoided.

Lucy endured the two of them getting bored for two hours. Seeing that Lancelot still had no intention of letting go of César, he could only speak first: "Lord César, it's a pleasure to see you again."

César raised his eyes and finally found a little silver bird beside him.

After thinking for a while, César took out the fur ball from his pocket and handed it over, his expression unchanged: "Send it to you."

If Micah was awake now, he would definitely cry and challenge the limits of human endurance.

Too bad the furball is really just a furball now.

Lancelot already knew about César's mech brain, and he knew what was going on at a glance, so he waved his hand to let Lucy take it away to recharge.

Lucy had no choice but to grab the fur ball with two bird paws, and flapped his wings to fly to the backup energy room.

After getting in the way and leaving, Lancelot hugged César on his lap and sat down, biting his earlobe lightly, and asked vaguely, "How did you get here?"

César was inexplicably bitten by him, and tried his best to ignore the weird feeling, and briefly talked about what happened after he went to the Beast Race - omitting the fact that he was an experimental subject to help the Beast Race.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that César had something to hide from him, full of sadness that the child had grown up disobedient, he lowered his head and bit his neck punitively, leaving a mark before letting go, but he didn't Ask.

César was annoyed by his harassment, turned his head and tugged at his tie: "It's up to you to explain."

Lancelot kneaded his waist for a while, pondered for a while, and said: "Actually, not only the orcs have come to a dead end, but the alliance is also in trouble. When the alliance was established, there were many forces from all sides. , leaving too many disadvantages and hidden dangers. The biggest problem lies in the parliament."

The power of the parliament is high, and there are too many people. Various groups, large and small, are always unavoidable. They are keen to play tricks and fight for power and profit. In the long run, they not only fail to play their due role, but become a blockage and hard to shake. Role.

People with ideals and real talents have a hard time getting into Parliament.

Even if they go in, they will find out in despair that their right to speak is insignificant and they can't do anything at all.

If such a parliament is allowed to continue to lead the alliance, sooner or later the entire alliance will be dragged into hell.

César understands this, but he just doesn't understand why Lancelot mentioned the parliament first.

"Baby, if you want to cure a disease, you have to find the source of the disease." Lancelot smiled slightly, but his eyes were filled with coldness. "The parliament is now the source of the alliance's disease."

César listened carefully and vaguely understood.

Lancelot spoke softly, as if he was afraid that those plots would scare César: "Of course I won't die in the explosion. The mecha that was swallowed by the explosion was specially customized by me, and Harry is very good at doing these things. The appearance of that mech is exactly the same as that of Lucy, I am controlling it remotely, and no one can find it on the battlefield."

Only a few absolutely trustworthy people know about his fraudulent death. The parliament cannot be shaken by a few people, but it can be shaken by countless angry and disappointed people.

As soon as the news of the Alliance Marshal's death reached Planet Delan, some councilors wanted to run away. The next day, the Allied forces from outside the territory broke through the line of defense again, and the news of advancing on the battlefield was sent back, and a few more ran away.

Members of Parliament who are greedy for life and afraid of death certainly don't care about the lives of other people.

Because these brave congressmen ran away resolutely, the parliament was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic and fear, and many people couldn't help but have the idea of ​​running away.

And after a few days, the flames of war ignited everywhere made them collapse even more.

This group of politicians desperately discovered that under their own suppression, there were only a few people available to the military, and the most useful and able to turn the tide died in battle.

They even thought of Lambert, but it was a pity that Lambert happened to be seriously ill and went straight to the hospital.

César suddenly realized and understood Lancelot's intention.

These things are of course very dangerous, and everyone will be finished if they are not careful.

But only by putting it to death can we gain new life.

There is no better way to get rid of the vermin of the Parliament than in this perilous situation.

Lancelot is still staying near the front line, probably to prevent the situation from collapsing, and to come out to solve the problem at a critical moment-who is the person who stayed on Delan Star and cooperated with him?

Lancelot laughed silently.

César blinked: "Why are you so bad."

Lancelot laughed out loud, held his face, and took another bite on the red lips kissed by him, caressing the lips ambiguously, his eyes were bottomless, his breathing was intertwined, and he spoke Sometimes with a bit of ruffian that makes the heart beat faster: "I have worse ones, do you want to see it?"