In the spacious and gorgeous bedrooms, thick black-red curtains hang down, blocking the windows tightly. The room was lit, and a pure gold candlestick was placed on a round table carved in black wood. A thick dark lace tablecloth hangs down, and the gold thread embroidered on the edges flashes the candlelight.

The room was quiet, the man sat quietly on the bed, leaning his back on the soft down pillow behind him. The duvet covered under his waist was white, and his hands on the silky smooth quilt were pale, which was not as pale as the white snow.

The hand was so thin that the knuckles were protruding like skinned bones.

The current empire emperor leaned on the bed with his eyes closed, as if closing his eyes.

Very light footsteps sounded and someone came in.

Soft cloth shoes made almost no sound on the wooden floor of the room. The white-haired old waiter walked to the bed and reached out to arrange the cushions behind the emperor to make him more comfortable.

There were others who came in with the old waiter. Salome, who still has the name of a queen, stood not far from the bed, and didn't get close to the bed, just watching the man sitting on the bed quietly.

The green eyes were far from the peace on her face, and in the depths of her eyes, there seemed to be waves breaking.

The blond-haired queen walked to the window, pulled up the thick curtain, and a large floor-to-ceiling window was exposed. The bright sunlight outside came in and fell on the emperor lying on the bed.

The emperor's face was pale, just as she remembered.

"Those people are here?"

The emperor with closed eyes did not care about the incoming sun, but just asked.

"coming."

Salome watched the emperor answer calmly.

In the cosmic battlefields outside of Emperor Star, Troll's fleet has already rushed to the assembly. The elite fleets of the three families retreated into the [Scepter of Heaven] around the Emperor Star, relying on this strategic weapon to confront Troll, and the other fleets of the three families were also rushing to this battlefield.

The heads of the three major families have descended their flagships on the Emperor Star and hovered above the capital of the king. The three of them formed a joint ruling regiment to control the capital.

The Royal Guard has been monitored, and almost all inside and outside the palace have come under their control. Of course, on the surface, they still respected the emperor and the royal family. Even if the emperor did not meet them, they pretended to kneel outside the emperor's palace, and did not act in disrespect.

The emperor surrendered the supreme control command of the Scepter of Heaven. However, there was a supreme control command not surrendered.

Explosive instructions.

The owners of the three major families did not continue to force them, because they did not intend to let such a powerful weapon explode, and they did not think that the emperor would do such a stupid thing. Without it, Emperor Xing became the defenseless weak and could only be narrowly cut.

The emperor certainly would not do such a thing that would lead to the destruction of the country, and everyone took it for granted.

"Then start preparing."

The emperor in bed said quietly.

"……Ok."

Salome gave a faint whisper, she glanced at the pale emperor on the bed again, and turned away from this breathless and depressed bedroom.

Once [the scepter of the kingdom of heaven] blew up, Emperor Star didn't hide anything.

At that time, the three major families can only be forced to fight against Marshal Troll's fleet.

…………

In Salome's memory, from a young age, this man has always given her a feeling of illness. He held a golden scepter that symbolized the supreme power, and sat on the supreme throne, but his face was pale, and his fingers were very thin, making people look distressed.

At that time, the sickly emperor always sat quietly, smiled softly at her, and stroked her head lovingly. He was often sick and frail, which made her worry terribly.

Every time he was ill, she would lie beside his bed, watching her father Huang's pale face in anxiety.

Everyone said that her father emperor spoiled her and spoiled her, and she had thought so naively.

She's too young to understand.

She didn't know that when the man said to love her was walking in front of her, she never looked back at her--

[Father Emperor, I will grow up soon. 】

The little child who was worried about his father once said so.

[When you grow up, you can do a lot of things for you. 】

[When I grow up, I can protect you. 】

...

At that time, under the bright sun, the man Junxiu's face was a little pale, he smiled at her, and gently touched her head.

At that time, the child with a naive smile did not know what kind of future she was facing.

Reality is crueler than anything.

She had admired him so much, in the heart of the young girl in the past, so deeply in love with her father who made her proud and distressed.

It is because she once admired the man she thought was her father, so when the reality was revealed relentlessly, it was even more cruel.

The night she learned the truth, her mind was blank, she curled up in the darkness and trembled and hugged herself. She bit her lower lip and bleed without tears.

She thought, why did she cry? Why did she cry for a man who treated her as a chess piece? ... she hated, pained, despaired ... and then she swore she would ruin everything the man planned!

After all, she didn't start.

Because when looking at the young boy's dark eyes, she had a momentary nagging.

The teenager's eyes were too clean and too pure. He said that whenever he wanted to, he should choose the only person to protect that person.

She felt the words very familiar, because she had also thought about it ... When she was very young, she always thought that she must grow up and become stronger, no matter what happened, she must Protecting her father.

At that time, the naive girl didn't know that when she grew up, she and her father became strangers.

...

If only you could not grow up.

If only she could be stupid.

If only I knew nothing.

She will still be the child indulged in her father's favor ... perhaps until death, indulged in that false dream.

…………

She was going to destroy everything the man had devoted to planning.

She used to think so.

That is her revenge on that man-let the supreme emperor who treats everything as a **** watch with all his heart and soul at the last moment, what kind of expression will the man's face have at that time?

At that time, would the man feel the pain that she had curled up in the darkness and trembling?

...

[I want to protect Major General. 】

When the teenager said this, her breathing stopped for a moment.

Perhaps it was because the moment she heard this sentence, she seemed to hear the voice of that crisp and immature girl again.

[I will grow up soon, and when I grow up, I will protect you. 】

A long time ago, there was a girl lying on the bed and said something seriously to her father.

Everyone has forgotten, including the girl who said the phrase herself.

At that moment, she looked blank at the teenager.

The teenager's eyes were bright, and her dark pupils reflected her face cleanly.

She saw herself in those eyes, and now she looked like the man she hated most.

Over a long period of time, she became the one she hated the most without knowing it.

…………

Salome walked out calmly, and the oppressive and gorgeous bedroom slowly closed the door behind her, and she never looked back again.

In fact, to this day, she still doesn't know what she wants, but obeying the emperor's order has probably become an instinct imprinted on her life.

She said that Robin could not break away from the rotten ghost, how had she done it herself?

...

Nothing, everything will end.

What she wants to see, and what she doesn't want to see, will be displayed in front of her eyes.

The world will not turn by anyone's will.

But, maybe she still has such a little unwillingness.

……father.

She could never say that to the man again.

……………………

[When I grow up, I will protect you, father. 】

——

On the top floor of Ishtar, in his master's room, two soldiers stood in the living room, of which Qingfa's Shangzheng was carefully reporting the current situation.

The subject of the report was also the owner of this room. Marshal Troll was sitting on the sofa, and his long legs extended out and stepped on the ground. Someone sat on his thigh.

Suddenly, Mute, who was suddenly surrounded by the marshal with his cloak, was still a little confused, and he was picked up by the marshal. Troll picked him up and sat Mute on his side with his left arm around him, then kept Sitting on the sofa in this posture, listening to Via talking.

Listening to Via's voice, the young man sitting on the Marshal's lap by the Marshal was a little embarrassed. He tilted his head and wanted to drag Troll, but his upper body was wrapped in a cape and his hands were wrapped. Inside, it can't reach out.

He was probably aware of his movements, and stretched out a hand to caress the hair of his horns as if to soothe him. His eyes were blocked by thick bandages and he could see nothing, but Mute could feel the gentleness of the fingers as he brushed his hair ends, and then another hand that held his shoulder carried him towards Troll's In the direction-he was sitting on the Marshal's lap, and was so stung by it. When his body was crooked, he naturally leaned against Troll's chest.

Because he couldn't see the marshal's movements, he felt that suddenly Mute stayed a bit and had no time to react, and the whole man fell into Troll's arms. The marshal's arms squeezed him tightly.

It's inconvenient to see.

The teenager, who had been held still, thought a little bit dissatisfied, and bumped his head against the Field Marshal's shoulder, using motion to express his dissatisfaction.

But the result was rubbing his head again.

"Don't make trouble."

The man holding him bowed his head and whispered in his ear.

The cold, clear voice was very light, but it seemed to penetrate deep into the eardrum, and a warm breath passed by the ear, itching.

Via's voice paused at this moment, followed by a very light, giggling laughter, apparently from Robin, and Mute felt a little hot on her cheeks, knowing that her every move In the eyes of the two men, he did not dare to do other actions, and was honestly held by Troll, for fear of continuing to be laughed at by the two men.

However, after a while, Mute couldn't help moving.

In the gap where Via finished talking about something, he raised his head and whispered in the ears of Marshal.

"I'm hungry."

He said that because they didn't want to be heard by Via, the youngster's voice was very soft and soft, like a coquettish.

For a moment's pause, Mute couldn't see it, but he felt the arms holding him loose, and the cape covering him was loosened a little. He struggled a few times and finally successfully extended his wrapped hands out of it.

What he meant was to let the marshal let go of him and find food for himself, but although the marshal released one hand, the other hand still clung to his waist tightly, and did not mean to let go.

Then, with a little sweet smell, a hard object suddenly touched his lips and startled him. He instinctively bowed his head back, avoiding the thing that touched his lips, but next second it chased and touched his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

The marshal's cold voice sounded in his ear.

He made a reflective mouth, and the stuff was stuffed into his mouth, and when he bite, the crispy sweet taste spread from his mouth. Mute ate it, which seemed to be a kind of food similar to his previous biscuit that he preferred.

He chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and then stuffed it with the same touch.

The room was very quiet at this moment, and even if he couldn't see his eyes, Mute could probably feel the eyes of the other two people staring at him, and they were immediately in distress.

It wouldn't matter if he and the Marshal were alone, but now in the presence of Via and Robin, they were so fed by the Marshal under their watch-he couldn't make it.

He turned his head to avoid the biscuit that touched his lips. When the biscuit came after him again, he turned his head again to avoid his expression of refusal. Then he raised his hand and grabbed the marshal's hand, feeling along the hand, and wanted to eat that biscuit by himself.

Troll didn't let go at first. After a few seconds of stalemate, he didn't know why, he suddenly let go again, so the cookie fell into Mute's hand.

Mute breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Troll would certainly not let himself go down from his lap, so he was too lazy to struggle any more, so he sat down on Troll and whipped the cookies in his hand.

…………

After a while, Via sounded again, steady, unable to hear any emotions, reporting the current situation, and the Robin standing beside him would add a few words from time to time.

Troll looked at the man in her arms while listening. Mute, who had just received the biscuit, was so moved that the loose white shirt on his body slid down his shoulder again, and Troll raised his hand and pulled the slipped shirt down, pulling the tender shoulder Covered again, and tightened a little more.

At this moment, the boy was nestled in his arms, and most of his body was wrapped in his navy blue cloak, revealing only his shoulders and hands. A white bandage was wrapped around her eyes, and the light black hair hanging from the bandage was scattered on the still childish face, Mute lowered her head, and all her mind seemed to have been placed on the biscuit in her hand.

Because the biscuit was about the size of a book, he could only hold it with both hands. He bit his head down and bite it. The sound of a click came, and the dangling forehead shook a bit, 竜 竜It's like a little hamster who is obediently cracking cookies. The cheeks are slightly bulging with food, which is very cute.

Troll looked away from the boy in his arms, and his slender eyes were looking at the subordinates standing in front of him.

The look on that handsome face was very cold, there was almost no human expression, and the thin lips added a bit of sharp coldness.

When Via's report was over, he spoke, and a low voice echoed in the room, smooth, without a trace of undulation.

"The armed satellite in the hands of the Crotos is ..."

Mute, nestled in the marshal's arms, was still bowing his head and biting the biscuit in his heart, biting the biscuit in his hand. The sweet taste in his mouth licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.

It tastes so good.

He thought so, and opened his mouth to bite again.

His teeth had just bitten-almost at the same time, his body froze.

The cape wrapped around him, covering only the upper body, the hem covering his thighs, and the edges exposing his knees.

And just before he had time to bite, a hand reached in from the hem of the cloak of his knee, and the well-known knuckle fingers slowly touched his thigh.

Mute was stiff and couldn't move.

He didn't dare to move, and the hand intensified, running up his knees and groping to the thigh covered by the hem of his shirt.

The fingers fumbled there moved a bit, and opened the shirt hem to continue into it.

The juvenile still froze.

Because my eyes are wrapped in bandages and I can't see anything, my body is more sensitive than usual. He could clearly feel that the thin cocoon of the fingers was rubbing against the skin of his soft thigh roots, and that rough touch made his thighs tremble twice.

He wanted to reach out and grab that hand, but he was holding the big biscuit with both hands. He didn't have any extra hands and could only bite his lower lip stiffly.

"The current movement of the capital is ... the royal family is now controlled ..."

Marshal Troll continued to talk to his subordinates in a calm tone without undulations. The content of the discussion was naturally about the current situation of the war, the complex situation on the Emperor Star, and the combat preparation work that needs to be done next.

Although his eyes were blocked, Mute could imagine the cool face of the handsome face at the moment by imagination, and the man's face seemed to be serious and serious at this moment.

It was because of this that he even made his teeth tickle.

Dressed Beasts!

rogue!

No matter how beautiful your face is, it's a rogue!

In his heart, the boy scolded this word without knowing how many times he had repeated it.

The delicate skin at the base of the thighs was rubbed, and a slight pain came, but every time they were rubbed by the fingertips with thin cocoons, a strange heat spread from the rubbed area, and the place trembled tremblingly. .

Worried that they could see something different from Robin, Mute could only lower her head deeply, pretending to continue to bite the biscuit, biting her lower lip desperately, desperately forbearing, her eyes were forced to red.

Fortunately, his eyes were wrapped in bandages, and no one else could see.

It would be nice if Gah's power was still available.

Mute thought ruefully.

Then you can instantly leave this hooligan man.

...... Because the power was exhausted too much a while ago, now I can't use it at all. I can only let a man do whatever he wants ... and he is afraid of being discovered by others, and he is afraid to hide.

Biting his lower lip and holding his breath, the boy had a reddish cheek that had a lack of blood, and the others in the room were still talking. The voice was in his ear, giving him an indescribable shame. feel.

His body was tight, his eyes were covered, and he could see nothing-but as soon as he thought of Via, they might notice the major general's movements in the next second, and his neck became hot.

He worked hard to endure, not wanting to be noticed, but his stiff body and abnormal redness on his face caught the attention of the talking colonel.

"Lord Marshal."

Glancing at Mute who was obviously a bit strange, Via temporarily suspended his official conversation and reminded his boss.

"Do you need a break? I don't think he's in great shape."

"Uncomfortable?"

It seemed that the young marshal really found out that the person in his arms was wrong, and asked him.

The tone was faint, and he couldn't hear it at all. He was the culprit that led to Mute's "uncomfortable".

He asked indifferently with such a face, but the fingers underneath the shirt hem were still stroking and rubbing the thighs in his arms, and the touch of the soft skin was really addictive.

Teenager gritting his teeth.

"No."

He tried to ignore the touch of his fingers stroking his thighs, trying not to make himself make strange noises.

"I just stopped eating by accident!"

He grinned his teeth, one word at a time, and then tilted his body to move, his legs shrank, trying to avoid the tofu-eating hand.

But he shifted this way, and the fingers stroking his thigh actually seized the opportunity, and politely pierced through the short gap of his underpants—

...

A ball of soft meat fell into Troll's palm. The child looked a little thin, but the meat on his buttocks was soft.

The place where the hand touches is soft and tender, it feels so good that people can't help but knead hard.

It was no accident to feel that the people nestled in their arms were shaking a bit, and the breathing that had been choked was sharpened.

Mute looked up at him, snow-white bandages entangled his eyes, and fine black hair scattered on it, forming a very sharp contrast, a pale pink on the tender cheeks, and a white neckband A little fantasies.

The boy pursed his lips and didn't dare to speak, but looked up at him like that, it looked like he was about to cry.

The expression of aggrieved lips was extremely pity, and I felt that my heart was softened into a stream of water just by looking at it.

The corners of Troll's lips were raised unmarked.

His hand slowly slipped out along the young thigh's tender thigh skin, as if nothing had been done. He lifted it again and dragged Mute's shoulder shirt, which had slipped a little, and exposed half of the collarbone. Cover.

Then he bowed his head and kissed Mute's cheeks, who had been wronged.

"be good."

Lord Marshal whispered.

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