Chapter 165:

Mute nest was in the private room of Lord Marshal, and he refused to step out.
As long as he thought that when he was on the ship last night, he walked all the way with his neck and chest so open, the spotty kiss marks were seen by everyone, and he had the urge to dig in and bury himself.
You don't need to guess. It is related to the Marshal. This event has definitely spread throughout the ship like a hurricane. Maybe the soldiers in charge of guarding this entrance today know it.
So he decided to treat himself as an ostrich, burying his brain in the sand dumb, and he didn't go out a step during this time.
The frowning teenager hugging his head on the sofa in the living room.
Even if it was explained that nothing was done, no one would believe it.
And ... it's not that nothing has been done, a lot has been done ... probably only the last step.
But as long as I think of the unscientific place of Major General ... Mute has a feeling that he will probably die on the bed in the last step.
He shook his head hard, and the blushing teenager shook out all the discordant pictures.
I don't know when these marks will disappear.
Thinking about it this way, Mute subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, but only touched the fleece when he touched it. Then he remembered, because the vertical collar of the military uniform couldn't stop the upper part. In the room, I temporarily searched for a special high-necked white velvet top on Guangwang and placed an order.
Shopping in the future world is extremely convenient. As long as you place an order and open the channel, the purchase can be delivered to you within one minute. Since it is impossible to continue wearing military pants and military boots for the lower body after changing the top, naturally I also bought a pair of matching pants and comfortable shoes recommended above.
At this moment he was wearing the set he had just bought, and Mute was very satisfied, because the collar of the white velvet shirt was really long and wrapped his neck ... although it was a little hot. The cyan trousers fit well, but the shoes seem to be slightly larger.
But even if all the kiss marks on the neck were blocked, the teenager still didn't have the courage to walk out the door. As long as he thought of the strange eyes of those people when he peeked at him, and the look of some female soldiers flushing when he looked at him, Mute had the urge to wait for a few moments.
He was sure that although only the people on the ship of Ishtar were aware of it, it would not take a few days for this to happen. I am afraid that the entire fleet under the command of the Marshal knew about the fact that he was slept by the Marshal. His reputation Ah, he was just killed by himself--
wrong.
The teenager suddenly came to his senses.
Why does he pump himself?
Why did he kill himself?
Obviously the culprit is the major general!
You know that all the red marks on his neck are carried out by Major General--
At that time, he felt pain, and asked Major General to bite it lightly, but he was bitten more severely.
As soon as I remembered, Mute couldn't help biting her teeth resentfully.
No, it can't be as simple as letting things go. He has to learn lessons from a major general—hehe, okay, but ca n’t, but—
Anyway, at least learn a verbal lesson to make him realize his mistake.
Otherwise, what if the major general holds his neck with red marks every time? Does he want to see anyone?
Thinking about this, the teenager sat on his knees on the sofa, silently thinking how to teach Marshal Troll when he returned.
As a matter of course, he made up for the situation ...
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Mute found it difficult.
Very difficult.
You know, that person stood there, that oppressive height, that terrifying aura, the whole momentum ...
Mute felt that a narrow glance at the man's narrow eyes could persuade him into a ball.
Imagining that outspoken scene, Mute felt he desperately needed courage.
In order to avoid being embarrassed to watch again in the future, he had to explode in front of the major anyway, so that the major knew that he was angry.
But here comes the problem. Had Mute not given more courage, he would never dare to die like that.
The boy's dark eyes rolled a few times and suddenly lighted up.
He jumped off the ground, ran across most of the living room, and across the hall, there was a very beautifully carved shelf with various kinds of wine, and the elegantly shaped bottles were crystal clear, or The red or purple or pale pink liquid was rippling gently inside, set off against the exquisite wooden lattice of the carver, making this place look like an artwork.
Marshal Troll doesn't like drinking very much. He hasn't touched all the wine in this wine cellar. These expensive wines are basically used for decoration here.
Mute pumped a bottle of red wine out of it.
Wine is bold.
The teenager thought that if he took a couple of sips, he would have the courage to rush out of major general.
And the major general counted up later, he can also be said to be drunk himself, remember nothing, and push things to the ground.
I gave a thumbs up to myself who came up with this good idea, Mute said just do it, and opened the wine and drank two.
There are really only two.
He has never drunk, and he does n’t know how much he drinks, so he does n’t dare to drink too much, otherwise how can he confront the major general?
But Mute doesn't know that there is a person in this world who is called ... a pour.
With two mouthfuls and a young man pouting, he couldn't tell the strange taste for the first time, but to be honest, he didn't like it very much.
He thought so, capped the wine bottle shaped like a diamond, and put it back on the cellar. He opened his mouth for a few sighs, and he himself smelled a strong drink.
It smells bad.
He thought, not even noticing that a layer of crimson had appeared on his cheeks.
Soon, Mute felt that his head was dizzy, and the room in his eyes began to shake. He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, but his brain had become so thick that he couldn't think of anything.
He staggered back to the sofa, reached out and grabbed it a few times before grasping the sofa back that was shaking in his eyes. He grabbed the sofa and shook his head again, but the more he shook, the more confused he became. His body shook too, and he could no longer stand still, and fell to the sofa.
The drunk teenager curled up on the side of the sofa and passed out drunk.
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The gate automatically opened, and the long legs covered with black military boots came in. The moment the bottom of the boot fell on the doorway, the nano-sized micro-cleaning robot swimming around swarmed up and cleaned the bottom of the boot instantly.
The next second, Marshal Troll walked up the steps and into the hall. Both Robin and Via followed him and entered the room together. Because after five minutes, an important meeting will be held in the lobby of Lord Marshal's room by virtual projection.
Because it is very important and top secret, it will be held in the Marshal's room with the strongest defense and isolation equipment.
As soon as he entered, Marshal Troll frowned slightly.
There is a little smell of wine in the room. The smell is very weak, and it is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but for the marshals who are keenly aware of the five senses, they feel it as soon as they enter the room.
He looked up and saw the boy who was sleeping soundly on the side of the sofa. He glanced at the wine rack across from him, and he saw at a glance that there had been traces of movement.
Troll walked to the sofa, stooped, and reached out to touch the sleeping forehead of Mute.
The teenager's cheeks were a little hot and hot, and his face was flushed, and his horns were sweating. The pink lips were slightly open and breathed evenly, and Troll clearly smelled the wine from the breath.
His fingers were always cold, so that he cast a shadow on Mute's hot forehead, and the coolness penetrated into the skin, so that the sleeping teenager woke up.
Mute opened his eyes, his dark eyes glowing with a little water, like a man in a fog, stumbled down to the man leaning down in front of his eyes. The vision was still blurry, and the man's face was still shaking, so that he could not see clearly, but he blinked hard and tried to identify the person in front of him again.
The young man tried to identify for a long time, and finally recognized the Marshal, so he grinned at Troll, and continued to blink and wink.
Lord Marshal: "........."
drunk.
When Robin approached, he also noticed the odor in the air. His nose moved and he sniffed hard.
Then, he lowered his head, and saw the blushing boy lying on the side of the sofa who was silly at his BoSS.
Seeing that look, he guessed what Mute had done and shook his head.
"What wine do you kid?"
If Mute was still awake, he would surely glare at him angrily, saying that he had grown up and could drink, and he couldn't control it. But at this moment, the two drunk teenagers were faint, and did not hear Robin's words at all. They just tilted their heads and squatted in front of Troll silly.
Troll touched the horn of the boy who was smirking at him, opened his mouth, seemed to want to speak, but before he could make a sound, he suddenly became loud behind him. He immediately stood up and turned to look back.
It's time for the remote virtual projection meeting, and the brain is running automatically. Light and shadow intersect in the air, converge, and fall. Then, two-thirds of the hall changed its shape, and that side became black, as if it were in a dark void, and in all directions there was no night that could see the end, standing there as if suspended in Normal in the dark.
Then, beams of light fell from the dark sky where the end could not be seen. The beams of light fell neatly on both sides, and then one by one the figures appeared in the beams of light.
All of them are important subordinates under the command of Marshal Troll, or they are in charge of a galaxy or lead a large fleet of titles-they are all in the distance, in different galaxies At this moment, all appear here through virtual projection and spiritual connection.
As soon as they appeared, they bowed and saluted in the direction of Marshal Troll.
"Your Mightiness."
"Lord Marshal."
"Master Troll."
They lowered their heads, using different titles.
The only thing that was the same was their respect, respect and loyalty to the young marshal in front of them.
The Marshal nodded slightly and accepted their salute.
"Wait a moment."
He says.
He intends to carry the boy on the sofa into the bedroom and come back for a meeting.
...
The boy was lying on the sofa staggeringly, his brain was messy, like a mess.
He looked at the handsome face in front of him like a glowing face, and the paste in his brain barely sorted it out. He stirred for a while, thinking about it for a long time, and the other didn't think about it, he remembered himself Look for this man who has his neck wrapped in red marks to settle accounts.
Well, he has to lose his temper and get angry.
He had to let the major general know that he was not so bullied.
The young man's only brain left his thoughts at the moment.
Well, to teach him ...
Although she thought about it, she narrowed her eyes and looked at her narrow and long eyes that seemed a bit unpleasant, and Mute felt a little irritated again.
He felt that he could not be so persuaded and had to do something.
As he struggled to figure out what he was going to do, the major general who had been squatting in front of him and stared at him suddenly stood up and turned back, as if talking to someone behind him.
The major general turned around and naturally turned his back to him.
As soon as Troll wasn't staring, Mute's courage came up instantly.
The mind was dizzy, and the wine was soaring.
He held the black long legs of Trol's pair of pestles in front of him, feeling that Major General couldn't see that he did it, so he lifted his feet and happily stabbed his back against the Major General's legs. A kick.
Via: "........."
Robin: "........."
Everyone else: "......... !!!"
The whole hall was deadly silent.
Everyone was trembling at this moment, holding their breath and daring not to sip.
His Excellency Marshal was stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed--
This sentence looped indefinitely in the blank minds of everyone.
However, he was too scared enough to think that Troll couldn't see himself with his back to himself, and didn't know that he had done it himself. Mute felt that it wasn't enough after he finished, so Troll didn't turn around yet He was leaping up with joy.
Via: "........."
Fuck.
For the first time, Colonel Qingfa scolded bad words in his heart.
Robin: "........."
Damn, this little guy is so scary when he gets drunk!
other people…………
Others didn't think of anything, because their brains had completely stopped and froze for a moment.
The Marshal, who was stooped by Mute, turned around, narrowed and narrowed his eyes, looking down at Mute, his handsome face was expressionless, and he could not see any emotions.
Staring at Troll's dangerous gaze, the boy immediately persuaded.
"... no ... not me ..."
Mute said that because he was so drunk, he spoke intermittently.
"No ... uh ... me, I didn't kick ... you."
He said rightly and faintly, his dark eyes glowed slightly, a little blush, like a little pet who had pretended to be in trouble and tilted his head, pretending not to sell cute in front of the owner.
The teenager felt that he was attacking behind his back, and Troll didn't know he wasn't aware of it-he didn't know that his behavior had only one idiom to describe.
Cover your ears and steal the bell.
Marshal bent over and reached out to him.
He thought Troll was about to catch him, and was suddenly anxious.
"No ... oh ... me!"
Mute tried to shrink his body back, and kicked his legs in the air in the direction of Troll, trying to keep Troll from leaning against him.
But when he bought clothes just now, one didn't pay attention, the shoes were too big and worn loosely on his feet. It was okay when he stepped on the ground. At this moment, his feet were kicked into the air, and his right foot was kicked at once. It fell, hit it straight up, and fell to the ground.
As soon as the shoes fell off, the boy stayed for a while.
He no longer kicked his calf, and it seemed that he didn't understand why the shoes fell off. He tilted his head, scratched his shoes on the ground, and scratched his bare right foot, biting his lower lip to reveal a hard effort. Thinking like that.
That looks stupid is so cute.
Troll looked at him, his lips slightly raised.
Then he leaned down, landed on one knee, and squatted on the ground.
Pick up the shoes on the ground with one hand, reach over with one hand, and hold the teenager's bare feet.
The teenager's ankle was thin, and he could hold it all with one hand.
The marshal held the boy's feet like this, squatted in front of him, and helped him put that shoe on.
... I didn't know that such a move made a group of subordinates behind them instantly become a group of silly, 24K pure.
Maybe it was just tiring just now, Mute nestled on the sofa obediently at this moment, tilted her head and watched Troll quietly to help him put on shoes.
After the shoes were worn, he blinked, and then stretched out his hands to the marshal who had stood up, his dark eyes glaring at Troll.
Troll bent down and picked up the boy. Mute nest smiled at him happily in his arms. He looked down at the man in his arms. The blue eyes were full of pampering and pampering. Even the traces of water flowing were softer than his eyes.
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The needle was quiet in the hall.
Marshal, holding his sweetheart baby, left for a while.
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I'm probably dead and in hell.
This is the thought of a general who refuses to face reality at this moment.
Well, dreaming, I am absolutely forced to dream ... Damn, I have to get up, there is a very important meeting today. Don't be late!
This is another escape from reality.
Fuck! Those little bunny cubs who dare to scatter Lao Tzu's dog food will kill him! But who the can tell me how to refuse dog food from a superior--
This is a single dog general who can calmly face reality.
...
The usual dog food was numb. At this moment, Colonel Via, who had doubled the quality of the dog food again, sneered twice and said he didn't want to talk.
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The robin elementary soldier who is being vomited with dog food every day says that BoSS you are doing a great job. Keep showing and keep showing! Do n’t stop! I can't always be shown alone, I want everyone to eat together!
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