The General's Shamelessness (2)

The Words have always been an incredible family.

The Florentine Empire, which has been in existence for over seven hundred years, is one of the most powerful nations in the world.

During this period, each family line and each noble family line was like a leafy branch, and like the spring bamboo shoots after the rain, they were endless, and after passing through an apex, they either rose or fell, and only a few of them flourished as in the beginning.

The Yan family was exactly one of the big families that was quite strong.

Tracing back to the root, the House of Yin was a branch of the ancient Galactic System, and down the line, it had accepted countless bloodlines from other galaxies in its genealogy.

It was not like the pretentious and arrogant aristocracy that kept its doors closed in a miserly and petty attempt to maintain its so-called pure lineage, but neither was it like the tiniest of the inferior families that came and went, a mixture of the good and the bad.

After a long time or reputation or destruction of time, its unique for it won a great victory, in the other ancient family defeat, it is still standing, eight immovable, and now even more due to the bloodline of the extensive, laid down today's status of the largest family.

So the Yan family is not just a family name, but because the family name is Yan, it is the Yan family in this day and age.

The previous generation's head of the family, Admiral Yan, retired five years ago, and his second son, Shuo Yan, has taken over the reins of the family. Though he is young, he is not afraid to serve, and Lieutenant General Shuo Yan's record is outstanding, and he is better than the blue, except that because of his father's rank, he has always been suppressed by six old men in the middle of the country who can only blow their beards and glare at each other.

As the saying goes, you can't overshadow the master.

Even since three hundred years ago, the royal family has been in decline, with the current emperor, Bongrin III, a mediocre, useless and sickly man who has been in the hospital for many years, virtually useless, while power is distributed between the great families and the Council of Ministers, reaching a delicate and ambiguous fulcrum of equilibrium.

Shuo Yan is only twenty-eight years old, but he has already made a name for himself. He is a lieutenant general in charge of the number one mech division in the military, and is in command of the mech combat division "Heaven's Gate".

He became famous in the Battle of Protea, known as the "Battle of the Conquest". He was equipped with an S-class mecha, Feier La, and led 1,021 members of the Mecha Division to win the battle on the Protea River, expanding the empire's territory by thirty-three star rivers in one fell swoop, making the empire's territory wider than ever before.

He was once honored as the "God of Paradise" because of his affiliation with the "Gates of Paradise", and was able to retreat from his arch-enemy, the United States of Aerth.

Since then, the fighting power of mechs has been reclaimed as the highest combat power, and the "Mecha Era" has begun.

Mecha fever is upon us, all names are embracing it, and all kinds of mecha virtual tournaments are taking off.

He was twenty-one years old that year.

But after this he gradually began to decentralize, although his father is a scumbag, but sometimes the advice can still be listened to, there is a take and let go without slowing down the attitude, so that he is now standing in the highest center of power in the empire, but not so much as to be resentful of the serpent's sight of the dark licking.

After all, it was during the final period of the Battle of Conquest seven years ago that he was given too much credit for drawing an assassination betrayal operation.

He ended his conversation with his sweetheart on the other end of Emperor Planet, and suddenly remembered what happened seven years ago.

He remembered the battle in which he had nearly lost his life, and the handsome young man beneath the pale sandstone.

Shuo Yan has always felt that love at first sight is bullshit, no, not only love at first sight, he used to feel that falling in love is bullshit, in the early years, he was clearly written on the body of the bastard a few not too embarrassing into the eyes of the words, received the irony of the character of the extreme darkness, and then after he was indomitable, with the strength of the front, but there are always people afraid of the face of the Yan family's own family of the first son of the face, do not dare to get too close to the Yan family. However, there are always people who are afraid of the face of the first son of the Yan family and do not dare to get too close to him.

It was not until later that the less broad minded first son died in an accident and he was taken back to his home ...... family that his light and talent were maximized.

They kissed the back of his hand as soon as they met, as if they were as hot as tigers and wolves who hadn't eaten in several lifetimes suddenly seeing a stew of well-cooked red meat.

In the shadow of such a snobbish upper class society and the unseen and ridiculous romance of her parents, Sakuya Nakajima feels that she will never fall in love in her life.

Even if those young ladies were bright and shiny, with beautiful skins, like shy irises blooming in the morning, he still found them boring.

So when love at first sight runs through his heart, he feels both ridiculous and panicked.

At that time he was a twenty-one year old young man, to be honest, just three years of adulthood, never seen love, do not move □□□, only a mind to love the hot blood of killing.

At first he had denied it, and he remembered that he really wasn't quite in his right mind at the time, either, just in time to shrug off the feverish body in one fell swoop.

It's all an illusion. Wake up. How ridiculous is love at first sight.

But the heartbeat, which had been weak, began to be heavy and eager, thumping and jumbled, and then jumbled again so that it felt like something was growing and twisting in his bloodstream.

It was overwhelming, kind of like a pouring rain he'd gotten when he'd been isolated and bullied back in the day, lying in the grass.

He was in a murky darkness, and the teenager next to him touched the darkness and lit a candle, the smell of which soon wafted to the tip of his nose, a little pungent and dizzying, with a few hints of a spooky aroma, and with a faint scent of blood.

But the good thing was that he was already dizzy enough, so surprisingly, he was still two shades more lucid than he had been before the utter chaos.

While he was still at a loss, that teenager had already taken off the short sleeves on his body, revealing a fair but not skinny body that happened to be that of a teenager's, with the curve of lean abdominal muscles that could tell that his owner definitely didn't lack workouts in his day-to-day life, but not to the point of being stiff, and still with a couple of moments of teenager's youthfulness and softness.

He tore his shirt and leaned down to bandage his wounds.

He just ...... slowly leaned down, his black head almost buried in his chest, his soft black hair rubbing against his chest.

His clean breath spewed over his hot torso.

He suddenly felt that it was like a refreshing antidote.

His mind was spinning, some kind of hammer hitting him sharply one at a time, but he couldn't help but look at the skin on that pale neck.

His body blazed and screamed with some primal instincts and urges, harboring hot, disorderly flames, karmic fires that overwhelmed him in moments.

In almost a moment, his rough palms swept up the other man's body.

Sure is cool as frost.

As he thought this, he looked up to see a pair of crystallized and panicked black eyes.

In the ambiguous candlelight, he licked the bloodied, dried skin from his lips.

The recollection suddenly blacked out again for a moment.

He held his forehead, because at that time his brain was so messed up that he really couldn t remember what happened ...... afterward, whether he did it or not.

I only remember having a slow conversation with the other person when my mind was a little clearer.

The other man looked shy, no, always shy, but didn't look upset, so he shouldn't have done anything too much, thought he was in a dying body, he shouldn't have been able to do that.

Whew--

He sighed, he was too flustered at that time, whether it was the first time he moved on or whatever, always green as a fool with no intelligence at all, and the shortness of time did not allow him to grow, the home of the conquest was in dire need of him to return, and the fool who had betrayed him had not yet gotten cleaned up.

The child's eyes were hopeful and shy and gentle as she said goodbye.

So he took his hat off to him, deadpan and dry, the Empire will remember your contribution.

...... fuck.

The Lord General covered his eyes in some embarrassment at the thought.

This had to be one of the most fucked up and stupid things he'd ever done in his life.

He should have kissed him.

He should have kissed him. Giving that teenager a kiss, leaning down and kissing him without any hesitation, was the only way to express the heart that was restless to the point of suffocating underneath his serious and archaic face at that time, his liking had melted his then immovable brain and was about to spill out of that barely sane body.

He should have touched his soft black hair and told him how much he liked him and that he would be back.

Although the words "when I come back to marry you" are very retarded, and the other person also looks like a 15 or 16-year-old boy.

But he did, at the time, actually think that.

I ...... like you very much.

It was just that he was at a loss and at a loss, afraid of being rejected by the other side, and so thin-skinned that he could only dryly say such a stupid sentence under the banner of the Empire.

He'll be back, he thought, once the mess out there settles down.

Soon, it will not be long, but a few months, the war of conquest is at its end, and all ...... will soon be well and good.

By that time he must have gathered up the sweet and flustered feelings that this first time brought, and he even thought of reasons to persuade his father.

Although the other party came from such a small, barren planet, he believed that there was no time when he couldn't get it by virtue of his merits at the time.

His mean and extreme life ushered in the first beam of light in the spring breeze, and he rarely had what he wanted, so profoundly, that it made his heart pound and made him feel like a fantastic encounter and dream, even if that place was barren and remote, it was fast becoming a holy place in his heart.

And he's already made a name for himself, he's got a great future ahead of him.

Such a glorious, springtime horse's hooves.

Unfortunately, the Lord General at this time did not know what it meant to be less fortunate than God, and what it meant to be less fortunate than nine times out of ten in life.

He was lying in the hospital room, peeling an apple for himself, and as he did so, he thought of a date for healing ...... No, he didn t have to be healed, he just had to be able to walk, and he went to him at once, at once.

He remembered the other side of the galaxy and the exact location, the specific values he had long saved, he deliberately did not tell the other side through the roughly preserved contact meter ...... He even has been able to imagine the teenager's surprised and shy look, slightly dropping those crystal clear eyes, his fingers ruffled a strand of hair at the temples.

His knife slipped suddenly, cutting through a layer of his flesh, the leather thin enough that it took a few seconds before a few drops of blood were begrudgingly spilled.

The television next to it was coldly plugging a story about a galactic explosion thousands of miles away.

"...... The exact cause is unknown, initial confirmation has been made and no survivors have been found so far."

His breath hitched.

Even now, when I think about it, I still feel some palpitations.

He sighed with some regret and sadness, and couldn't help but light another cigarette.

Speaking of which, it seems like that's when you learned about cigarettes, the comfort food for loneliness.

He had tried ...... very hard to follow the traces of that teenager, using all his resources.

But there's not a shred of hope.

A galactic explosion ripples through that kind of backward area ...... where there are unlikely to be survivors.

In fact, by that time, he was desperate, even though he was still on the trail.

He had always been a man of overriding reason, and even though he was still mobilizing people to track him down, the voice in his heart had already capped it.

He had almost despaired at that time, he exhaled a breath, that time ...... full of regrets and regrets let him then almost lose interest in everything, it was not easy to stand up, he once again deeply appreciate a, the world is impermanent, human life is thin.

Over time, the teenager wrapped in regret and pain was etched somewhere in his body.

So when he saw the other man again, he remembered his blood cooling.

At a glance, he recognized the face.

It was the smell of blood on a dirty underground battlefield, and the smell of mechanical metal alone was suffocating.

This is the last mecha fight, and if they don't show up, the one who wins is going to be at the top of this underground fighting ring.

It's not a 1V1, it's not a team match, it's one person, facing all the poor and vicious challengers.

The subordinates who accompanied him here held their breath and sucked in a few cool breaths.

What kind of a murderer was that, even the tips of his short, fine black hair were stained with blood, black and red blood, either dried or undried, half splashed on his face, but lined his complexion with extreme whiteness, like a piece of cold, thin jade.

His good looks were so outstanding that the fallen bodies and dismembered mechs next to him dimmed for a moment.

But in the end, his aura was too strong, and the killing intent that made people terrified as if they were falling into an ice cave was almost tangible.

Slowly and calmly, he jumped out of the mech and raised his hands absently, his expressionless, handsome face raised slightly.

"Oh," he said with a sneer in his black pupils, his chin raised in indifference and pride, even as he was making a gesture of surrender, "Imperial troops?"

He watched the flamboyantly indifferent suspect in silence, his face unmoved, his mind so chaotic that it could give birth to a new universe.

The other man's eyes were scattered seemingly certain that he had fallen into the net and didn't want to struggle, but he also finally noticed his somewhat bare|naked vision and his black pupils quickly fell on him.

The cold and flamboyant youth was suddenly stunned, and a trace of unknowing astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Shuo Yan Breathing a breath, he saw the other side of the mouth contained a smile ...... and collapsed without warning.

His body thoughtfully hugged the other before he did, and his subordinates looked at each other, wondering what his old man was thinking.

Even he didn't know what was going on in his head.

He seemed to want ...... nothing, like a soaked sponge.

The youth was light, he thought, probably because his brain was just so fried that it made him feel no different than even a soaked sponge.

Of course even a soaked sponge is a handsome soaked sponge.

"It's ...... you."

The youth struggled with his eyes before opening a deep slit - it turned out that the scattered indifference of a moment ago was also just a reluctant camouflage under the breathless weakness.

Shuo Yan suddenly thought of nothing else but fishing for a little in the floating sea of stars.

He grew up.