Chapter 170:

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"If you don't give it, I'll take it myself."
After that, Troll glanced at the white ball in the brain.
Fine black hair was scattered on the cheeks, and the shadow of his forehead shrouded his eyes, as if his eye sockets were sinking deeply, but in the deep shadows, a little dark blue pupils were still terrible.
With a cold glance, the white ball brain that had been hanging quietly beside the marshal moved. The eyes that were faintly flashing red light suddenly lighted up, no longer flashing, like two clusters of flames. Several small light curtains suddenly appeared around the sphere, and the large number covered almost the entire white sphere.
The transparent light curtain overlaps and surrounds the white ball. Each small light curtain has countless blue characters beating fast. The characters and grid lines are crisscrossed on the white ball, like it. There are countless blue characters flashing.
The next moment, the giant light mask that surrounds Mute like a waterfall suddenly fell from the sky, shattered into countless light spots, spreading out like a snowy sky, and the feathers of the sky. , Just like this fluttering, overwhelmingly fell towards the two people below.
Troll stood still, motionless.
The feathers that seemed to fall from the sky, passing past him, he stood quietly, and allowed the falling feathers to hit him and shatter into countless tiny glimmers.
He said nothing and did nothing, but stood there, his eyes narrowed and stared at the opposite boy.
Mute looked up, the hood that was imprisoning him shattered, and he lifted his head to see the countless snow-like dots falling down on him.
Countless points of light fell into his body, as did countless points of light that fell on him, but did not disperse, but gathered and fused together.
The wrist was slightly hot, and he lowered his head, and saw that the converging light spots converged into a transparent halo on the wrists of his hands, and dozens of thin light threads extended from the halo in the air. It stretches softly, as if extending out indefinitely, and finally melts into the hemispherical dome covering the villa.
Mute's pupil fluttered slightly. He felt that the strength in his body was disappearing quickly, and that strange strength in his body seemed to weaken a little bit like the strength disappeared.
Suddenly, the head suddenly felt dizzy. He stepped back steadily, and stood still without falling down, but then his feet seemed to be hot. He hadn't had time to look at it, only he felt that the speed of the loss of physical strength accelerated again. Ben's feet were weak and fell on his knees.
Mute fell to her knees on one knee and propped her hands on the ground. But the arm on the ground was weak, just barely maintaining balance, unable to exert energy at all, and still shaking slightly.
A transparent light blue halo is wrapped around his wrist, slowly turning, dozens of transparent light threads extend from the blue halo, unfolding long, facing in all directions, up to tens of meters, at the end Blended into the sky above the sky.
He knelt on the ground, breathing shortly, and vertigo slammed.
The light black forehead hangs softly on the cheek. He gasps with his head down and hurriedly, his eyes fall on one foot. Outside the soft boots, a light blue transparent halo is also turning slowly. As a result, dozens of light filaments extended out across the sky, and the ends melted into the atmosphere.
The boy looked at the halo that was slowly turning, his face could not see what expression, but the bottom of the eyes was a bit dimmed, the eyelashes were shaken a few times, and finally he did not raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him,
The body seemed to be losing strength, unable to move at all softly. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to try to stand up, but he just moved and suddenly turned black.
Mute's face suddenly turned pale.
Because he suddenly remembered the past.
Previously, when he was still on the earth, when nothing had happened, he was sick when he was lying in bed, and he could n’t move. Day after day, year after year, he could only lie in bed like this, open Looking at the spring, summer, autumn and winter outside the window ... Except looking out the window, he couldn't do anything, even if he breathed, he exhausted his whole body strength. As long as he moved a little, the dizziness came over the sky, almost to him. Everyone devours ...
This familiar feeling made him feel a sense of fear for no reason, making his fingers on the ground shake.
A shadow fell on him, and the change in light pulled him back from his past memories, and he exhaled softly, raising his head.
In the backlight, he could not see the face of the man who was walking in front of him. It was like the man who turned to look at himself at the moment when he shouted in the early morning.
It is now noon, when the scorching sun is empty, and the light shines down from the head, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.
The dark shadow enveloped him all over him, and the sun falling from around Troll hurt his eyes slightly.
Marshal Troll leaned over and reached out to Mute.
He wrapped around Mute's knees with one hand, took Mute's back with one hand, and lifted his entire body from the ground.
That kind of posture is like holding a child ... intimate, spoiled, but also with great control to make people unable to break free.
Mute was not struggling, nor was he struggling. He leaned quietly on Troll, letting the marshal lift himself in a child-like manner, his hands resting softly on Troll's shoulders.
Dark military boots stepped on the green grass, and Troll picked him up and walked towards the open French door. The man's head was next to his neck. As he walked around, the cool, delicate black hair passed over the skin around his neck. Mute opened her eyes and stared at her hands resting on Troll's shoulders, the light blue halo slowly turning on her wrist, and the filaments opening into the air.
The blue halo was reflected in his pupils, as if the blue shimmering light had reappeared in his dark eyes.
Light and shadow passed alternately under his eyes, and he looked at his hand for a moment, then suddenly spoke.
"……I'm uncomfortable."
Mute said that his voice was very light, low and almost inaudible.
The marshal holding him seemed to pause for a brief moment, as if he had never stopped.
Mute heard Troll's answer.
"Get used to it soon."
He heard Troll say that the cold voice was like the cold tone of a glacier when it cracked above the sea, and the chill was heartbreaking.
The boy was silent, he said nothing, closed his eyes, and leaned quietly and docilely on the man holding him. He closed his eyes, but only slightly twitched the corners of his eyes, revealing a trace of pain.
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Mute did not lie.
He was upset, both physically and emotionally.
At this moment, his body was weak like never before, and his empty body seemed to go back a long time ago, when he could only lie on the bed and look at the sky.
Troll left after placing him on the sofa in the hall, wondering what to do.
He rested on the sofa for a while with his eyes closed, and got up to try, but only took three or four steps, and his knees were soft and made him kneel on the ground again.
In just a few steps, he put a great load on his body and made him unable to exert any energy. Mute sat kneeling on the ground and panted, sweat was seeping out of his forehead, and he posted a few strands of forehead on his forehead, making him look extremely embarrassed.
He closed his eyes, and the room was terribly quiet.
It seems like back to the original time, at that time, day after day, year after year, at night, he was always lying alone in that terrible quiet ward.
The quiet footsteps broke the silence. The comer came to him, his body vacated, he was picked up and put back on the sofa.
He was still breathing shortly, and opened his eyes to see the man.
The man crouched on his knees and squatted down on the sofa, reaching for his sweaty black hair on his forehead.
"You're not well. Be good."
Narrow Phoenix eyes stared at him, his eyes softened to the extreme, and Troll's voice sounded full of petting.
But partial birth is the soft eyes and the petting tone, which makes the teenager who is still panting inexplicably feel cold all over.
The next second, Troll got up and sat beside him.
A hand stretched out from behind, encircling him all over. His body was so weak that he could only lean softly against the Field Marshal's chest. The arm holding him was too hard and he felt a little uncomfortable. He looked up.
The marshal with one hand around him also looked down at him, and Mo Lan's eyes seemed to have countless starlights, which reflected his seemingly blank and uncomfortable face at the moment.
"Don't be afraid."
Troll looked down at him and said, holding his arm slightly relaxed, his eyes were still soft and tangled up, like a python entangled in the night silently, soft His body slowly tightened until the strangulated person suffocated and died.
"you are sick."
The cold thin lips raised the corners of the lips, and the man seemed to smile slightly.
The handsome beauty, the snow-skinned eyes, and the eyebrows are picturesque. The smile is more like fading everything in the world.
Partial birth makes Mute's chill worse.
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If you are ill, you have to heal.
Nourish, stay quietly in the room.
The teenager only felt that his body was very cold, and his face was a little whiter because of his discomfort.
He looked up at the man, his lips clenched.
Troll looked down at him, his slender eyelashes dropped down, a deep shadow fell on the white skin, and the starlight in most of the eyes covered by the fine eyelashes was still terrible, like a sharp blade in the night, The snow-white sword reflected the cold moonlight, and it was astonishingly beautiful, but also dangerously dangerous.
Mute bowed his head, avoiding Troll's gaze. He thought his brain was messy, messy, and messed up. No matter what, he didn't expect that things would become like this now. His mind was chaotic and his mind was chaotic. He thought a lot, but it was like nothing.
He was thinking in such a mess, he didn't say anything for a long while. The Marshal didn't seem to care about him saying nothing, just holding him like this, rubbing his hair lightly with his chin, rubbing his ears or hair behind his ears with one hand.
Then, with a bang, several virtual light curtains glowing in the air, just in front of Troll. Mute glanced subconsciously, and saw that the largest light curtain was far away, occupying almost half of the room, turning that half of the room into a three-dimensional star map, where you can see the light points of different colors in the star The picture flashes.
The smaller light curtains are in front of the marshal, and within reach, some are images and some are beating data.
The room was very quiet. Only those light curtains were flashing. The marshal's fingers seemed to be randomly flicking on the light curtain in front of him. Each time his finger moved, the largest star map flashed. Just a moment, the light spots of different colors also follow.
Mute looked for a moment, and suddenly understood, his chest tightened suddenly.
Field Marshal directs the battlefield.
This time Troll should have gone to the battlefield. He also believed that he chose to leave at this time. I did not expect ...
The room was still quiet, and Troll didn't say a word, but as his fingers struck, there were constant light flashes in the air.
Although it is a brutal war in a distant place, his look is very understatement. The gesture of his fingers passing on the light curtain is like playing a game of war on a console. It has always been used A right hand deploys and directs the fleet on the light curtain.
His left hand was always holding the boy in his arms tightly, his fingers clasped the boy's shoulder, occasionally he raised it, and gently rubbed the boy's cheek or ear tip.
Mute glanced at Troll's side face, the man looked forward, his side cheeks were cold and clear, and the narrow corners of his eyes were sharply curved, and his lips were as thin as a blade, so cold that he could not see any emotions.
In less than an hour, the 'game' ended. There is only one color of light dots on the stereo star map, and the jumping data on the small light curtain also starts to slow down and almost stops.
The fingers that Troll had slid and tapped a moment ago had been retracted, and there was no movement, but he looked at the three-dimensional projection star map that had ended the war lightly.
"I'm thirsty."
The boy curled up in his arms suddenly said.
That voice is not loud and a little hoarse.
Troll looked away from the slowly disappearing star map, lowered his eyes, and fell on the person in his arms. Mute didn't look up. He could only see the top of the boy's head, a little hair in the light black hair. Xuaner.
During this hour, the boy was quietly and docilely clinging to his arms, without any struggles-but he also knew that the child's current situation was difficult to even move his fingers, let alone struggles. .
He waved his hand freely, and an oval white metal plate flew over automatically, holding a glass of water. Troll picked up the glass of water and sent it to the man in his arms.
Mute lowered her head, seemed hesitant, then opened her lips obediently, so the transparent cup mouth came in, touched his lips, and tilted to feed water into his mouth.
The Marshal is obviously very patient. Mute took a sip and he fed it. Mute drank very little and drank very slowly. He drank a glass of water for four or five minutes before he finished, and he didn't mind. He knew that Mute could only drink slowly like now, so he was not in a hurry.
He lowered his head and stared at the young man in his arms who drank the water in his hand. His eyes were unusually soft, with a little contentment.
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The physical condition is very poor, very poor.
When I got up from the bed, my head was dizzy, and I almost fell off the bed. Fortunately, Mute reacted and grabbed the head of the bed, so I didn't really fall.
He gasped for a few moments, afraid to move, and waited for a little more dizziness on his head before he got up again. This time I didn't dare to get up too fast any more, I could only hold the bed slowly to get up straight and get out of bed.
The huge floor-to-ceiling window was closed and closed tightly. Through the transparent window, he could see the endless night sky outside, starlights flickered in the dark sky, and the wind of the night whistled past the green grass.
He stood there for a moment and looked at it for a moment before reaching out his hand subconsciously.
His hand touched the cold glass window, and he saw the light blue halo slowly turning on his wrist, and dozens of nearly transparent filaments extended out, penetrating the glass window, The night sky unfolded, and the end seemed to melt in the night.
These threads sucked his power away and passed it to the invisible shroud over the villa. He could never destroy the shroud, because part of the strength of the shroud was his power-he was his own. The captive of power.
The cold breath is transmitted from the fingers, penetrates the skin, and penetrates the blood, as if it instantly penetrated the entire body.
Mute stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked up at the starry sky, and the starlight fell into his dark pupil. He remembered a long time ago, in the cold hospital ward, every night, he was imprisoned in a small space like now, and he could only look through the window to the night sky.
Everything seems to be back to the past, back to the starting point.
An indescribable sense of astonishment came out of his body, his fingers pressed against the glass window and clenched.
[If you don't give it, I'll take it myself. 】
Mute remembered Troll's look when he said this.
He never mistakenly recognized the two men, but at that moment, the major general's face and eyes seemed to overlap with the man 20,000 years ago.
[I want you to regret it. 】
History seems to repeat itself again. After 20,000 years, on the young marshal who inherited the blood of that person, he saw the same eyes as that person.
That look was too terrifying, so similar, that his hands couldn't help shaking at this moment.
...
After a while, the teenager turned and slowly walked towards the outside hall. He walked very slowly, because his hands and feet were still very weak, and the strength in his body seemed to be drawn out all the time. At this moment, he was almost exhausted even if he took a few steps, as if he was getting sick.
But he knew his health was good, no problems, no pain, just weak and weak.
After taking a few steps, he was exhausted, instinctively supported the wall, and panted shortly.
The room was quiet and he was alone. Major General left two days ago, leaving him here alone. The war he saw was probably only the first battle, and there were several large-scale wars that followed, so Major General went directly to the battlefield.
After all ... he's exhausted a few steps this way, so he doesn't need to worry about him running away. The major general left for two days, and he slumbered for two days. Occasionally when he was awake, it seemed that a nursing robot was feeding him with nutrient solution.
Mute thought as she leaned forward against the wall into the living room. He didn't turn on the light, so the living room was still dim, the starlight fell through the skylight, and fell on the slightly red face of the teenager who had already been overstretched.
The teenager's chest was undulating and breathing was extremely short.
He let go of his hand that was holding the wall and walked a few steps forward, his steps were shaking, as if to fall, and he stretched his hand to support the sofa by the side, which only supported his body.
He stared blankly at a water glass in the corner of the long table in front of the sofa. The starlight was refracted on the transparent water glass, and there was a little water left in it.
Mute remembers that it was left after Major General gave him water two days ago, and somehow it was left there without being cleaned. He stared at the glass of water for a long time, and suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat, and went over to drink water.
He reached for the glass of water and wanted to pick it up.
The hand trembled and crackled, the glass of water fell under his feet and smashed into small pieces, and the small glass pieces broke apart. The spilled water splashed on his bare feet and wet the little toes.
The teenager looked at his hands chillyly, his lips clenched a little.
His strength is such that he can't even get a glass of water.
This body ...
The black forehead fell in front of the boy with his head down, and the shadow shrouded most of his face, making it difficult to see his look at the moment, and only hearing his low breathing sound.
I don't know how long, the teenager slowly sat down, leaned against the sofa, curled up his entire body, and sat on the ground with his knees.
He buried his head in his arms, stepped on his cold feet with his bare feet, a little pale and his little toes glowed with water.
The sky gradually lightened.
Lights up, then darkens again.
One day passed, Mute remained in that position, motionless.
It wasn't until the door opened suddenly in the silent room that he slightly moved and slowly raised his head.
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Returning from the battlefield, when returning here with BoSS, Robin's mood was very complicated.
He knew what had happened, what Mute wanted to do, and what the Marshal of his family had done. It was because he knew everything that he was very entangled.
He walked behind his house, BoSS, into the room, worrying about how to persuade the little guy. As he pondered in his heart, he looked up.
After looking up at this glance, his steps suddenly stagnate.
It's late at night, and there is no light in the room, it looks very dim, only the tiny starlight shines from the skylight, giving the room a little shimmer.
In the middle of the dim room, the teenager was sitting on the ground with his knees, and his bare feet were unusually pale under the stars.
He held his knees with his hands in front of him, and on his slender wrist, the light blue transparent halo slowly turned, and dozens of transparent filaments extended from the halo.
His star-studded and white astonishing ankle also had a light blue transparent halo rotating slowly, which also unfolded dozens of thin lines.
The light, transparent filaments crisscrossed him, as if entwining the boy.
Countless light filaments are centered on young people and spread out in all directions.
In the dark night, in the dim room, the transparent light rays refracted the starlight, as if glowing.
It seemed like a huge net unfolding in the dark, unfolded from behind the boy, and countless silk threads intertwined in the dark.
It was like a cobweb in the night, entwining its prey tightly.
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A beautiful scene.
Beauty is almost weird.
An indescribable sense of shock made Robin feel a little embarrassed.
He stood dumbfounded at the door, looking stiffly at the Marshal Lord walking straight forward.
He saw the teenager who seemed to be entangled in a huge net and looked up, watching the marshal who passed by.
In the dim light, he could not see Mute's face and the expression at the moment, only he heard Mute whisper a word.
"Will I keep getting sick like this?"
When Robin heard Mute ask, his voice was helpless, and his chest tightened for no apparent reason.
He stood stunned at the door, watching His Excellency the Marshal lean over, squatting half-kneeed in front of Mute sitting on the ground.
He saw Marshal Troll reach out and caress the child's head.
He heard the Marshal's answer.
Marshal Troll said: "You will get used to it."
The voice was very low, but very gentle, gentle that Robin could hear.
At this moment, the marshal's hand stroked the young man's hair was so gentle and trembling.
Robin suddenly became cold all over the body.