MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 126

"My wagtail, tears are only weakness, nothing else."

A white and cold hand covered Shang Ping's eyes, the blurred vision fell into darkness, the emperor's cold fragrance invaded his nose, and the silver hair was entangled in his ears and neck, with an inexplicable temptation and incomprehensible meaning.

Shang Ping didn't want to think anymore, he began to feel that his self-righteousness was so stupid. In the eyes of these power-takers, the two lives are just like a child at a young age. He can't understand or understand. Goodwill is his father by blood. This concept of maintaining blood kinship since ancient times is in Shang Ping's mind. Deeply ingrained, if he can truly integrate himself into this generation, the ruthless trade-offs. Wouldn't it be so angry and sad?

He should be glad that his adoptive father was Edgar, at least, a pure soldier. However, this purity also caused his current predicament. Edgar taught him how to be a loyal soldier, but he forgot to tell him what to do when that loyalty was put to the test.

What should he do?

The life of the last life is no longer available to him. In this life, he is sixteen years old, and almost all his memories are connected with Mars, his home, his school, his adoptive father, his friends...

Soran Edrich is the enemy of Mars, and the warship he leads tramples the soul of Mars warriors; Goodwill is his father, but Mars cruelly deprives him of his wife and daughter; he is the son of Goodwill , how to deal with it?

Goodwill says that Soran Edrich will be his best teacher, but he doesn't know what to learn from this man, intrigue or cruelty?

Shang Ping raised his hand abruptly and lightly covered the fingers that covered his eyes. Memories flooded in like a flood. Before graduating from the military academy, his initial ambition was not a single fighter pilot, but a logistics supply. The reserve officer, he thought he didn't have to go to the battlefield, and always liked to sit in the classroom and pursue the history and literature and history trees that were hated by military cadets. The big John also laughed at him kindly. The fat Joseph leaned on Zhou Ting's shoulder and winked at him. The black-haired Zhou Ting just shrugged his shoulders, pushed Joseph away, and said to him with a smile: "Professor Trinide's ancient history class is about to begin."

The blond boy was standing on the corridor of the teaching building, standing tall and straight, and was meticulously talking to the instructor...

Austin…

The blond boy, firmly told him that he likes him, his dark green eyes are very serious, Shang Ping still remembers the pair of hands that firmly held his own, the blond boy told him that if you want to live, you must live !

However, when living becomes a burden, what should we do?

Shang Ping stubbornly wanted to pull that hand away, but he was picked up in the air at the next moment, and the light returned to his eyes, but what he saw was a luxurious silver.

Soran Edrich hugged him horizontally, as if he was holding a mass of light feathers. His blue eyes swept across the wet tears on Shang Ping's face. , the warm touch makes it difficult to associate with this emperor who is like ice and snow.

Shang Ping's sadness and sadness was suddenly interrupted. He didn't know how to react. In any case, this man, who had been classified as an enemy in his own consciousness from beginning to end, should not treat him with such an attitude. .

Brain pumped?

Shang Ping began to applaud his wild imagination. For some reason, after Soran Edrich took him into the room, Shang Ping suddenly had the idea of ​​breaking a jar.

There is absolutely no way for Mars to go back, at least for now. Don't even think about it now in the goodwill. Shang Ping feels that the father he picked up is an out-and-out lunatic. For his revenge, he can even sacrifice anyone. At the beginning, Goodwill said that he would give him everything, but Shang Ping now thinks it is ridiculous. This was obviously a promise made in vain, but he foolishly believed it.

Then what should I do? Follow Soran Edrich's side obediently? What will the ruler of this huge empire do with him?

"What are you thinking about?"

Shang Ping's splendid face attracted Soran Edrich's attention, he put the boy in his arms on the sofa, put one hand on the back of the sofa, leaned down, raised Shang Ping's chin, and his blue eyes probed. Looking at Shang Ping, "Very sad? Because your father gave you to me."

"It doesn't count." Shang Ping wondered that he could treat Soran Edrich with such a peaceful attitude, and deliberately ignored the deep meaning of Soran Edrich's words, "I just found it a little difficult to accept." It's just a hostage, at least there is still a day when they will be redeemed, there will be that day...

Shang Ping didn't know whether he should pray for the destruction of Mars or resist the beating.

"yes?"

Soran Edrich seemed satisfied with Shang Ping's honesty and narrowed his eyes slightly. He liked the golden wagtail, but only if the wagtail was completely under his control. He cares too much about other people, which is not what he likes.

"Kill him, okay?"

drink? !

Shang Ping was startled, his expression of astonishment fell into his blue eyes, and a cruel cold light slid through the depths of the ice crystals.

"If you want, I can kill him." The slender fingers slid over the corners of Shang Ping's eyes and brows, slowly falling to the pink lips, and then a cold kiss.

"The most beautiful golden wagtail should be proud and dazzling, and should not have such a sad look. Will you be happier if you kill him?"

"He's my father." No one would say that killing his own father would make him happy, although he had more than one thought of killing his father.

"So what, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Shang Ping was stiff and didn't dare to move. At this moment, what kind of hatred between the country and family, father and son turned against each other, and the family was ruined, he was thrown into the sky. Looking at the man who seriously asked him, Shang Ping suddenly had a very absurd idea about him. It seems that there is a big gap between what the emperor thinks and what he thinks. Does that cheap dad know about this? Thinking of his previous entanglements, Shang Ping began to feel stupid. You've been sent out, what are you still worried about?

However, looking at Soran Edrich's attitude, things seem to be really bad...

The flagship command room of the Mars Voyage Fleet is a large room that can accommodate 600 people at the same time. The room is divided into three parts, the middle is a large screen that occupies the entire bulkhead, and there are ten small screens on each side. The auxiliary screen, the radar monitoring screen is arranged under the small screen on the right. In front of the main screen are two rows of consoles. In front of the console, more than 50 operators and radar operators are busy busy. Behind the console is a virtual screen. Behind the screen is the commander's small conference room in the command room. Flagship Commander Major General Edgar and Deputy Commander Major General Charles were watching the message from the capital of Mars. Colonel William was standing in front of the transparent glass wall of the conference room with a cup of coffee, watching the virtual screen constantly being zoomed in and out of galaxies and meteorites, the fleet is on its way to the border of the Golden Empire.

"The sudden loss of contact with the merchant ship owner we deal with is not good news."

"Yeah, maybe it's time to convene the commanders of the ships to discuss it together."

Major General Edgar was lying on the conference table, and Major General Charles rarely criticized this behavior. The fleet encountered a cosmic magnetic storm not long ago, and the connection with the Muse galaxy was cut off. It was a week after it was able to receive the radio waves sent by Mars and resume the call, which caused the fleet to not get the first time. Knownella? Hartra's contact was interrupted and he was forced to temporarily stop advancing until the new route map was sent, which also made Major General Edgar and Major General Charles feel a little bad.

"However, the owner of another space merchant ship agreed to continue trading with us. The route map obtained before has been confirmed, and 60% of them are correct. If the route map sent by this ship owner can be used with Naira? Hartra's message matches, then the fleet can continue to move forward."

Colonel William sat back at the conference table, and his gentle voice always calmed the emotions of the two commanders. There was a private bet made by the fleet personnel that if there was no such staff officer, Major General Edgar and Major General Charles would immediately split the fleet in two, and they would fight before finding a new route.

In the end, Rear Admiral Edgar and Rear Admiral Charles agreed with Colonel William's suggestion and sent the fleet plan to Hercules, the capital of Mars. As for how to deal with the new merchant ships, David South and Martin The consul should have a headache.

In the flagship's simulated battle room, a group of single-person fighter pilots were gathered in front of the data screen, and they were amazed by the constantly refreshed record above.

"Break the record! That kid is a genius!"

"It's really amazing, worthy of being the son of Commander-in-Chief David South!"

"Hey, what does this have to do with being the commander-in-chief's son? Surnames don't mean everything!"

"Agreed. The nephew of the heroic Colonel Apollo also participated in this voyage. Isn't it a straw bag?"

"This is..."

"I really doubt the military's intention to put this guy who is useless except for his surname into the fleet. I heard that this guy was demoted because of a mistake before."

"I know, it seems that the secret was leaked ahead of time in the process of developing a new weapon."

"Ah, if they were ordinary people, they would have been sent to a military court!"

"That's it! The lucky guy!"

Austin walked out of the fighter simulation cabin and glanced at the results this time. It was difficult to tell from his face whether he was satisfied or otherwise. Zuo Jia saw Austin, greeted the people around him with a smile, and walked towards him.

"ended?"

"kindness."

"Let's go eat then, there's lamb chops for lunch today."

Austin was noncommittal about Zuo Jia's enthusiasm during this period, but he did not deliberately refuse. The education of the Soth family did not allow him to be too willful. Zuo Jia's surname was enough for Colonel William to give Austin a necessary reminder. Maintaining a superficial friendship is not difficult, but it is troublesome.

Austin South took a plate and walked to the window seat to sit down. The window glass is a virtual screen, simulating green and ecological garden plants. Looking out, he would think he was sitting in a garden restaurant. .

Zuo Jia sat opposite and focused on the lamb chops under the knife, while Austin looked at a green bush outside the window, a little lost in thought.

He started thinking about the dark-haired boy again.