Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

In the past two days, the atmosphere in the Kungunil fleet has been like a warm spring. The soldiers who had a tight face every day couldn't help but soften their faces a little.

The Marshal Master and Gu Shao had been in a coma before, and the faces of the two adjutants were not pretty. Others have to tighten their nerves to avoid accidents. Now that the Marshal and Gu Shao are awake, the burden on everyone is much less.

Not to mention the usual physical, their psychological pressure is reduced a lot, which is the most important.

Gu Qianjun, who was still sitting on the wheelchair, looked at the nebula faintly. The red-haired young man next to him was talking endlessly: "Hey, don't you know, when I found you and the marshal, I was almost scared to death."

Obviously, a second before, was still in front of them desperately. I don't know what was chopped down, and it disappeared all at once. Before they could react, a flower fainted in front of them.

When I woke up, I saw my marshal lying outside the starship, unconscious. I looked around, but I didn't see Gu Qianjun. I was so scared that Hilton almost cried at the time.

For a man who is a little over nineteen meters tall, his face and beard are crying and runny, indicating that the picture is too beautiful, Gu, not very dare to imagine.

It's just that the gaze that looked at the nebula outside has finally moved a lot. His eyes motioned to Hilton to continue speaking.

"Fortunately, after we searched for a few days, we found you on the edge of an unmanned star." It was just that it was almost treated as space junk and ignored.

Hilton, holding the next sentence in his heart, silently swallowed when he met Gu Qianjun's golden pupils. Although his face seemed calm and calm, he was actually flustered.

Fuck, how do I think this little ancestor can see through what I'm thinking? He won't know anymore, will he? It's over, I feel that my life will be over soon, and I might die here today.

The sound of the wheelchair sliding sounded softly in the room. I don't know if it was Hilton's illusion. He always felt that the frequency of the sound of this familiar sound was exactly the same.

"Duo Duo, are you done?" Gu Qianjun, who moved in the wheelchair, steered the direction of the wheelchair and turned to the door.

Hilton, who was still thinking about whether the frequency was the same, quickly recovered after hearing Gu Qianjun's voice. As soon as I looked up, I saw the marshal standing by the door, still looking at him with a paralyzed face.

A chill of Hilton suddenly rose in his heart, immediately raised his hands, made a surrender motion, and walked slowly outside.

When passing by Reinhardt, I always felt that his marshal's aura suddenly deepened a bit. The chill was stunned, it was because Hilton, who had always been so nervous that he warmed himself, couldn't help but shiver.

Some could not help looking at the action before Hilton left. Gu Qianjun's eyes were full of smiles: "What are you doing so funny?" Hilton looked like he was about to be scared and stupid.

I don't know what happened to Rhine and him recently, and suddenly fell in love with Funny Hilton. Sometimes, when I see the other person, I suddenly put down the other person's face with a calm face. Gu Qianjun watched it interestingly and didn't bother.

But this was all speculation after Gu's ancestor unilaterally beautified. In fact, the marshal was really upset when he saw Hilton and his little ancestor stay together and talked and laughed.

I thought that since I woke up, I was busy dealing with various things and didn't have time to accompany Gu Qianjun.

Facing Celt's face every day. When I saw the twin brother Hilton, I couldn't help it, and I became a little angry.

Hilton who was angered by the innocent: A sea of ​​bitterness arose~love and hate~~~

"How's your leg." He dragged the cloak over his shoulders, and placed it on a stand beside him. Reinhardt stepped forward, squatting and rubbing Gu Qianjun's two long legs.

A pair of thin white legs were hidden under the soft white silk, which caused Reinhardt, who was crouching down, to squint the dark purple vertical pupils slightly.

However, he still squeezed Gu Qianjun's legs in his hands to invigorate the blood for the other party.

I don't know what's going on, obviously both of them regained consciousness together. After Reinhardt woke up, nothing happened. When I arrived at Gu Qianjun, his leg muscles were atrophied so badly that he could only rely on a wheelchair to transport him in the short term.

Old Ancestor Gu, who was pinched, was still a little awkward in his heart, but the other party was his object, and when he thought about it this way, it suddenly became nothing.

#在Front of the object what is the floating cloud#

#You are no longer a hot and cold ancestor back then#

#论凡人Marshal's charm is how high#

After squeezing it for a long while, Reinhardt stood up, held the person tightly in his arms, and walked unhurriedly like a bed.

"Huh? Σ(っ°Д°;)っ wait!" What do you do in broad daylight? Ancestor Gu, who was a little panicked, stretched out his hand and pushed Reinhardt's sturdy chest, his eyes full of confusion caused by the sudden movement.

Reinhardt lowered his head and curled his lips: "What do you think in your head?" I always feel that my little ancestor is now in his mind, and there are more and more strange things in his mind.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Reinhardt's good (twisted) look at (the song) smile: "..." Seeing this smile, I suddenly didn't want to talk, what should I do? Did Duoduo learn something weird again?

The thinking of the two once again reached the point of unity in a peculiar direction. After looking at each other, he turned his head silently.

Gu Qianjun: So, it's obviously a pair, it can even be said to be an old wife and an old wife. What kind of an idiot is shy? For Muggles?

A deep pit appeared on the snow-white bed because of the pressure. Gu Qianjun looked at Reinhardt who was holding him with a dazed expression. When he did nothing and closed his eyes, his head was still dizzy.

"Hey... Duo Duo." Gu Qianjun, who tentatively poked Reinhardt's cheek with his hand, yelled closer.

As a result, Reinhardt pushed him into his arms: "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

"?????" Gu Qianjun looked at Reinhardt with a dazed expression, and his breath began to grow slowly and evenly.

Wait, this is... I'm not in love anymore, even my tone of voice has changed?

Old ancestor Gu, who couldn't accept it, looked at Reinhardt's sleeping face, and wanted to squeeze it with his hands. But when the line of sight touched the black green under the eyes of Dufa, he still sighed silently in his heart.

He adjusted his posture slightly and closed his eyes.

After Gu Qianjun fell asleep, Reinhardt, who was already asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. The dark purple vertical pupil, in the room where the light is intelligently adjusted, is a bit strange.

The big hand with well-knotted joints slowly depicted Gu Qianjun's eyebrows. It took a long time before he hesitated to step forward and put it on the corner of the opponent's mouth: "Good night."

A soft voice sounded in the room, and Reinhardt's sharp eyes bend, and he closed his eyes again.

The intelligently controlled lighting adjusts the entire room to a dim color suitable for sleep, leaving only a warm yellow night light. Add a little softness to the dark room.

...

"Marshal, here is an encrypted emergency document." Celt, who had been standing outside the room waiting, handed a copy of the information to Reinhardt, who came out after getting dressed.

Tie the cloak on your hand to your shoulder.

Reinhardt reached out and took the information in Celter's hands, opened it and glanced at it, then frowned: "What's the situation in the empire?"

Celter sighed: "The situation is not very good, the country is very chaotic. If it were not for the things Gu Shao left Searle before, I am afraid that the group of old foxes can't be kept."

It's just that the news of Gu Shao's disappearance has long been passed on by whom. Moreover, coupled with the quarrel between the Empire and the Federation, Serge was not a very stable emperor, and it was even more precarious.

It's not that those people will overthrow Searle. After all, in the interstellar age, being an emperor is not a good job.

But once Searle loses the ability to suppress forcefully, he will become a puppet of those old foxes. It's hard to say what the empire will be like at that time.

After all, it has started to mess up now. When the Marshal was still there, many people were already ready to move.

Slender fingers tapped on the table a few times, and Reinhardt processed the files piled up on the table with a smooth flow: "Don't worry about this matter."

After all, he had already left the empire. The reason for staying in the empire before was just to avenge the Alfred family.

Now the things that need to be done are almost the same, in the end it just needs to finish. As for the empire, there is absolutely no need to stay. But... if my little ancestor wants to go back to Kangkang, he still has to go back.

"If Searle can't handle this matter well, the position of the emperor will sooner or later change." Reinhardt's eyes didn't have any emotions, and they were calm and cold.

Let Sayer, who was standing on the side, nod his head.

Reinhardt was right. If Searle couldn't suppress the rebellion of the other families and rely on the help of others to stabilize their position, the Denver family would be overwhelmed.

"Don't worry, Searle can do it." Gu Qianjun, who didn't know when he woke up, turned the wheelchair and slowly slipped in. The silver hair was a little messy and clinging to her ears.

"Why did you get up and when did you wake up? Would you like to eat something?" When Reinhardt saw Gu Qianjun, he put the papers in his hand directly aside, stood up and walked behind Gu Qianjun.

Pushing the wheelchair, placed next to him.

Satisfied with his hand back, Lord Marshal, who once again sat back at the table to deal with the documents, made Celt, who had been following him for many years, his complexion burned and he dared not look directly.

As for the reason... it was completely shocked by Reinhardt's actions. I feel a little embarrassed.

Celt: Who are you, are you really our marshal? The idiot from there pretended to be? Fork me out on the spot for the wind of the universe! ! !

Ignoring the adjutant’s dumbfoundedness, Reinhardt even poured a cup of tea for Gu Qianjun: “Try it, they found this on No Man’s Star. It’s a bit different from the machine you used to spit it out.”

As for the difference there, Reinhardt said he couldn't tell.

After all, Master Marshal had only heard of this kind of ancient six arts that can't be in the ancient gentleman. Even in the interstellar age, some people advocate retro things, and there have been many results. As a marshal who has everything to do with everything, there is no time to understand.

Had it not been for Gu Qianjun's love of tea, Reinhardt wouldn't have any green plants here at all.

Gu Qianjun reached out to take the tea cup that Reinhardt handed over, and slowly took a sip of the light green liquid inside. Only in the next second, he wrinkled his head and slowly castrated.

As soon as I looked at the other's expression, I knew that Reinhardt, whom Gu Qianjun didn't like, reached out and handed a piece of tissue over. By the way, he took the previous teacup and handed it to the adjutant next to him: "When you leave later, remember to take this with you by the way."

"..." Celt, who was already unable to vomit, slumped his face, silently holding the thing in his hand and leaving this **** place that made him want to raise the torch and burn it.

Hilton who beckoned to Celt from afar, before he could see Celter's stop, he snatched the teacup in his hand and poured it into his mouth: "Thank you—puff......"

The red-haired young man who hadn't finished speaking, spit out the liquid in his mouth in one gulp: "Fuck, what does this smell like? It's bitter, are you trying to hurt me?"

Before Celt had time to speak, he was once interrupted by Hilton's genius: "Are you jealous of my handsomeness? It's like killing me. Is it my fault to be handsome? Blame it. God gave me an incomparable face."

"That teacup was just drunk by Shao Gu." Celte, who really didn't want to listen to Hilton forcing him down there, suddenly saw a touch of schadenfreude in his eyes. It just didn't let Hilton see it.

"..." The air suddenly became quiet for a while. After a long while, Hilton jumped up. The ass-flaming Hilton jumped out a long distance: "I don't know anything. You didn't see anything. Goodbye."

Just kidding, if the marshal's sir knew about this, he wouldn't be able to eat and walk around. Nowadays, no one on Kungunir knows that the Marshal Reinhardt is more important than anything about everything about his little ancestor.

Even if Gu Qianjun accidentally walked too close sometimes, he would receive the Marshal's death ray.

The adjutant who still wanted to live a hundred years old said, who can stand it. Please Gu Shaoshuan, the marshal who has become increasingly insecure recently, for the benefit of everyone.