Chapter 190:

The ward was extremely quiet for a while, the silver-white liquid metal was still shaking on the ground, and then squirmed little by little, and slowly moved to the heel of Mute under the eyes of everyone. , And then tangled into Mute's white soft boots.
The dark blue eyes stared at it so coldly, staring at it and wriggling to Mute's feet, clinging to Mute's ankle.
Then, the slender phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light at the bottom of Troll's eyes became sharper.
Even Robin, as a bystander, seems to feel the chill of the sudden drop in temperature around him. Although the temperature in this ward should always be the most suitable for the human body, it should never be raised or lowered easily. Correct.
He glanced at his boss and looked at the teenager again, sighed, squatted down, beckoning at the silver-white liquid wrapped around Mute's feet.
"Stupid, come here if you don't want to die."
The silver-white liquid seemed to hesitate for a moment, then loosely released Mute's ankle, flew to Robin in an irregular liquid state, shrank behind Robin, and then slowly changed back. The billowing white ball looks like it.
The dad that changed back to the original shape was placed on Robin's back, lying on his shoulders, and two small triangular eyes carefully looked up.
Robbin was still squatting on the ground, and held up this indecent posture.
He said, "BoSS, you ..."
The man's dark blue ice eyes glanced at Robin slightly and looked down from the top.
To shut up.
Even if Troll didn't speak, Robbin easily saw the meaning in the eyes of his high-cold boss.
He squatted on the ground and sighed, then got up. Da Da, lying on his back, floated along with him, and was pinched by Robin, as if he wanted to vent something, Robin squeezed Da Da vigorously, although Da Da is now almost completely insane. Not moving.
Seems to be no good.
Robin thought with a clatter in his hands.
Although he wanted Mute to leave immediately, seeing the eyes of his BoSS, Robin already knew that it was impossible-as long as BoSS was awake, then no one should want to take this boy out of his BoSS 'eyes.
The ward was exceptionally quiet at this moment, and the eyes of Robin looked at the young emperor who had told him to shut up. The eyes of the young emperor had already fallen on the opposite side, the dark-haired boy.
Troll didn't speak, just looked at Mute quietly.
Mute lowered his eyes and did not look at him. The fine eyelashes dropped a faint shadow, half of his eyes were hidden, and his lips were soft, as if many words were difficult to tell.
After a little while, the lowered eyelashes were raised, and Mute looked at Troll, his eyes matching Troll.
He said, "You now understand why I must leave."
Mute didn't know if Troll had heard what he said to Robbin, maybe he didn't, but even if he didn't, Troll's thinking ability should be able to determine the reason.
"Major General." Looking at those dark blue eyes, Mute said, "This is only the first time ..."
But Mutter's words were quickly interrupted.
"So, are you going to do what Robin says?"
Troll stared at him, his slender eyes slightly raised, forming a sharp arc.
The man looked at Mute's gaze with a hidden oppression, as if the beast in the jungle lurked in the darkness watching the prey's exclusive breath.
His eyes were faint at the moment, as if he could not see any emotion, but as soon as the pupil narrowed slightly, he would immediately show a scorching catching power.
After staring at the star eyes that seemed to change anytime, anywhere, Mute smiled suddenly.
"If it was the day before, I would probably do it this way," he said. "Now ... I'm not sure."
He paused and sighed.
"Major, you are not the same as Via. They are just the cells of your body that have been rejected and damaged, but you ... I think there should be nothing in the body, just like Robin."
"But your spirit ..." Young said in a voice, "It is difficult to detect the mental damage. You haven't noticed it for a long time."
"Wait." Robin, who had been standing next to him honestly, couldn't help but say, "Always? You say this all the time-when should it be counted?"
Mute glanced at him and answered calmly.
"From the time the major general first co-ordinated with me."
"What? Isn't it--"
"The earth recovered more than 200 years ago, and I was awakened by it ... since the day when I was awakened by it, my mental fluctuations have been associated with it."
Mute said, "It is for this reason that when you first felt the existence of 'Earth' from my spiritual picture, you would have such a big response."
Otherwise, it is just an image in memory. It is impossible to let the countless soldiers who have experienced the battlefield of life and death lose their control of their emotions in an instant.
The reason why they are out of control is because they don't just see the image, but really feel the existence of the planet that gave birth to their lives at that moment through the spirit of the teenager.
Robbin froze.
He suddenly remembered that, no matter how much he yearned for the earth, but at that time, he just saw an image of the "earth"-just that, it made him and other people momentarily lose control and even collapse-this kind of thing was recalled later He also vaguely felt something wrong.
Now I will seriously recall that, indeed, rather than saying that they ‘see’ the image of the earth at that time, it ’s better to say that at that time, they ’re more like ‘feeling’ the real existence of the earth.
That spiritual 'feeling' overwhelmed the willpower and rationality of the soldiers, so that all people's feelings suddenly burst out at that moment, leading to emotional runaway.
…………
The boy frowned, his voice low as if to himself.
"It's been too long, it's too late ... I didn't even think about it, it was from that time ..."
"No, wait, what you mean is--"
Robin thought for a moment, and suddenly woke up suddenly.
"BoSS is very serious?"
If Via fell on the earth after only a few days, then counting from the time when BoSS first engaged with Mute for spiritual coherence, it is equivalent to BoSS staying on the earth for more than two years—
So in this way, BoSS is already sick and incurable? !!
Robin felt that he was intolerable, and he asked directly.
"Just tell him, BoSS, is he not saved?"
Even more simply, he patted the table directly at Mute and asked.
"Speak more clearly, how long can you live--"
A word from the red-haired elementary soldier broke the jar, and a cold voice interrupted him.
"Go out."
The human emperor who had been identified as terminally ill by his subordinates finally spoke. In two words, the irritated red-haired subordinate's stomach was full of resentment like a discouraged ball.
Robbin glanced at his boss, but unfortunately his boss only gave him a cold side face, and there was no glance at him from the corner of his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, some uncomfortably, and some unwillingly, but anyway, once Troll spoke, he as a subordinate could only obey orders honestly and left here with Da Da.
As the ward door opened and closed again, there were only two people left in the room.
Troll looked at Mute and reached out to the other.
Mute looked at the hand that stretched out to him, and tightened his lips, but did not move.
The man groaned, then retracted his hand and walked forward.
Mute watched Troll come, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she seemed to be struggling, but she remained still.
Standing in front of the boy, Troll leaned down slightly, his handsome face close to the boy's slightly trembling eyelashes. The velvet-like black hair was scattered, and the phoenix eyes and thin lips, the snow-skinned star eyes, the face was as good-looking as it first appeared, and it was almost impossible to see the eyes.
Because he was still in the hospital not long ago, he was not wearing a military uniform coat, but just a thin white shirt with his neckline open and his white neck exposed.
At this moment, when I leaned down, the neckline drooped more and more open. As soon as Mute raised her eyes, she could look beyond the beautiful face near her, follow the beautiful neck line, and see the thin open chest. Traces of muscles and half of the collarbone.
"Don't you want to touch me?"
The man standing in front of the boy leaned over and said that he didn't reach out to touch Mute, but just stood like this and approached the boy.
The cold-colored thin lips closed slightly, and the warm breath ran over the teenager's constantly vibrating eyelashes.
"... You're too cunning."
After a long while, Mute whispered.
He did not answer Troll's question, as if whispering.
"Ok?"
Fengmu's eyes were picking slightly, and the dark blue eyes that seemed to be covered with the gleam of the stars and the sea could almost kill someone at a glance.
"..."
The boy took a breath and squeezed his lips tightly, but reached for Troll, who was leaning in front of him, as soon as he reached out his hand.
He pursed his lips as if he was angry, and his face was irritated, but his hands were tightly around Troll's neck and he was not willing to let go.
The trapped Troll didn't move, but raised his lips with no trace.
Then he stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around the man in his arms.
"I said, wait for me."
"..."
"You are obedient."
Mute pursed her lips and kept silent, but her soft lips kissed the tip of her ears, and Troll's deep voice penetrated deep into the eardrum.
The man who reached his ear whispered, "Good."
"... Major General."
"Ok?"
"If you really live soon ... what are you going to do?"
Mute did not immediately hear Troll's answer. He slightly loosened his arms and tried to step back and watch the major general speak. But when he just let go of his hand, the hand clasped on his waist actually tightened harder, and he couldn't pull back.
He was held tightly, his face pressed against Troll's chest, and he could see nothing. He could only feel the hand that had been holding his shoulder from behind, slowly upward from his shoulder, inward, stroking his shoulder socket and pressing it against his neck.
Then the hand opened and his fingers gripped his neck.
He could clearly feel the five slender fingers tightening a little, as if he had deliberately made him feel the kind of chilling thriller-let him know clearly that at this moment, he The most vulnerable place was strangled by the major general.
The coldness on the fingers penetrated through the skin of the throat, which made the neck tremble.
No one doubts that a man's fingers can easily break the slender neck of the teenager who is in control of his fingers with a little force.
That should be extremely scary and scary.
But the partial man came to the young man's ears and seemed to murmur with a trembling tenderness that was completely opposite to the cold fingers.
"I will kill you ... before I die."