[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 37

Sentinel, Dragon.

The uninvited guest combined these two words that were originally irreconcilable, and caused a lot of scars in Yimulian's mind. His breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't stop that ridiculous and impossible possibility from popping up in his mind. come out.

It can't be such a coincidence... he thought.

He had no intention of chatting with someone in the middle of a shower, let alone a stranger he had never met—and most likely from the Federation.The ends of his hair were still dripping, and he casually pulled them back from his head, restlessly trying to twist them back.He carefully hid behind the door, his face was flushed by the steaming heat, and he only dared to show half of his face: "Hello, what's the matter?"

This is a federal person, it is impossible for Huang to know him.Reason told him so.

——No, Huang has been suspected of being a federal spy and has been suspended for inspection. If he is really from the federation...

Isn't it just a sentinel with a dragon-shaped spiritual body?

——No, dragons are not real creatures that exist in reality. Judging from the only three samples in the empire, he, Ara, and Abe Seimei are not boasting. The three of them are all top-notch figures in their fields. If there are other sentinel guides with dragon-shaped spiritual guides, the gap must not be too big. If they are really so good, then there must be very few sentries with dragon-shaped spiritual bodies in the world...

What are you thinking, isn't there still January [-]th?

——No, there was actually nothing special about that day, it was just that the final exams were over and the whole school was having a carnival.

Fortunately, he is a guide and will not expose his upset to others.Apart from his unique aesthetics, the handsome sentinel in front of him nodded slightly without a smile on his face, and the corner of his mouth curled into a creepy arc: "There was something wrong, but he doesn't seem to be here."

Yimulian seemed to be hit by someone with an iron mallet, a little cramp: "Excuse me, who are you looking for, sir?"

Impossible, they shouldn't know each other.

"Mr. Huang is not here, there is no second person breathing in the room."

"You Federation people don't seem to be very polite."

He was not very happy, the sentinel knew who lived in this house, what his name was, and even Huang.He couldn't hold back his curiosity, and immediately slammed the door behind him instead of following his reason.

The sentinel sneered, as if the politeness just now was just an illusion, which made people shudder: "Sorry, I have an occupational disease."

Occupational disease?Could this still be a sentinel from the Federal Secret Service?Or is it likely to be an outpost?Unable to guess at Yimu, he cautiously withdrew the idea of ​​ending the conversation as soon as possible, trying to gather some information: "Sir, who are you?"

The sentinel smiled, although it was covered by makeup, it couldn't cover the outline of his face, which reminded him of a person at a glance.

"I have a name that is familiar even to Mr. Abe Seimei."

Yimulian wanted to slam the door shut immediately, but he held back: "Who the hell are you?"

——He knew Abe Seimei, who was the most famous guide in the academic circles of the Empire, and also Huang's mentor, and his spiritual guide was a blue dragon.The Sentinel in front of him looks similar to Abe Seimei even under the weird makeup, and even the appearance of the dragon is very similar.But what does this mean?Abe Seimei also has a twin brother?

"Marshal Yimulian, do you think human nature is inherently good or inherently evil?" The sentinel didn't answer him directly.

"...Forgive me for being difficult to answer."

"Oh? I thought Mr. Elien, with your personality, would give me a kind answer without thinking."

In the past, he would indeed be like this.

Yimu paused for a moment: "Why do you ask this, sir?"

"This is related to whether I am an older brother or a younger brother." Hei Qingming said, keenly aware of Yimulian's defense, and said indifferently: "Forget it, it's not serious..."

"What are you doing?"

Hei Qingming was suddenly interrupted before he could finish speaking.Looking at the smile on his face, he knew that he had already heard the sound of approaching footsteps.Hei Qingming was not surprised at all and said, "Mr. Huang."

Huang came back after wandering around, and happened to see his guide and a strange sentinel talking to each other at the door, and the chat was so good that everyone was jealous!God knows what is causing this strong sense of rape!Yimulian saw Huang walking quickly with frost in his eyes, wishing he could dig a hole and jump down.

But Huang didn't fly into a rage like he thought, but stared at Hei Qingming for a moment: "You are..."

They knew each other, and indeed they knew each other.

It's not that he didn't think that Huang was indeed from the Federation, but he didn't expect that Huang himself had no memory of the Federation, but he could still remember the sentinel.

He could almost hear the background voice of the female radio anchor: I forgot everything, except you.

Yimulian suddenly lost his breath, staring at the purple-black dragon for a long time and couldn't say a word.

"I" had said those words to myself when I was at the bottom of the well. At that time, he was only thinking of Huang and didn't listen to it, but at this moment he felt chills all over his body.

——Why do you have to be so pretentious that it turns out to be wishful thinking? Isn’t it more hurtful?

It should come as no surprise that failure is closely related to overconfidence.

Huang walked around the uninvited guest, put the general's coat on Yimulian, wrapped Yimulian tightly with a thick coat, and said coldly: "What is the Federal Marshal doing here? Visiting the imperial guide at night, it's not good to spread the word. "

Hei Qingming just smiled coldly: "It's a polite visit."

He said that with sincerity, because he did not come alone.Commander Xuenv, who disappeared at the entrance of the hotel just now, was standing at the end of the corridor waiting. She looked here from time to time, her eyes full of suspicion. Shoot to death.

Hei Qingming's goal has been achieved, and he doesn't intend to stay any longer, not to mention that Huang stares at himself so hard, it's not easy to sow discord again: "Then I'll say goodbye first, and we'll meet later."

Huang said coldly: "No."

Yimulian hopes that the future will be indefinite, and it is best to have an indefinite future together with Huang.

Huang pushed the door open and came in: "Stay away from him."

God knows what this exaggerated aesthetics is like a federal sentinel who lived in the last century. How did this kind of person become a marshal? It's embarrassing to say the reason of the three-legged cat that only a fool would believe, I really don't take him seriously!

But this word has a different meaning in the eyes and ears.

"Yeah." Yimulian hung up his coat, his throat was blocked like two catties of sand, in order to avoid more conversations, he got into the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, the alarm bell rang in his heart, as if there was something Something heavy was desperately dragging him down with the undulating heart, almost sinking to the bottom of the sea.

He was a little strangely quiet, Huang urged him: "Who will show you when you run out wet after taking a shower without drying yourself?"

When Huang got angry, his tone was never very good, he should know.

Yimulian saw that his hair was still stained with a speck of foam, and suddenly felt his own frustration.He didn't say anything, just tightened the wide collar of his bathrobe and slipped back into the bathroom until the cold water hit him again. I don't want to sleep anymore.

The communicator rang without warning, and he carefully pressed the video ON option to connect to the voice.

"Yimulian, listen to me."

He made a point of not turning off the shower, because there was the sound of water as a cover, and there was a door, so Huang shouldn't be able to hear it.

The relationship between the cherry blossom demon and him is far from as good as that between him and the peach blossom demon, and they usually don't call when they have nothing to do.He was also very surprised when he saw the phone call. The Sakura demon had been discharged from the hospital at some point, and his tone was as solemn as when he delivered the opening speech: "If you believe me, be more careful with that Yasha."

Yimulian asked strangely: "What do you mean?"

"...It's nothing. If you don't notice it, just pretend I didn't say it. In addition, as soon as your plane left in the morning, the conservatives and radicals in the military department quarreled. There is no nominal marshal in charge, and a group of generals sit in There is no order at all. Radicals still hope that Mr. Huang will be guilty of crimes and meritorious deeds, and conservatives are even more eager to make him 'not come back' at all."

"and then?"

"The situation is deadlocked. There is no certainty. They didn't dare to open the skylight to speak out until after you left. But there is one thing I must ask you. How sure are you of the stability of the combination?"

"...Is this important?"

"Yes. They still haven't been able to rule out his suspicion. If Mr. Huang is really an undercover agent sent by the Federation, after combining with you, will he still be able to guarantee the affairs of the Federation under your influence on him? Still has independent decision-making ability. What's wrong?"

Yimulian's communicator fell to the ground, he picked it up and said, "No, you continue."

"You know what I mean. This is the reason why undercover sentries are most afraid of combining with guides from enemy countries. Guides have a great influence on sentries. Most of these sentries will rebel. You know one example——Demon Saber Girl, isn't it just that?" Because of such a little 'little accident' on the battlefield, they directly defected."

"Ah."

This matter has been sold to the entertainment sector. There is no such thing as a romantic love story "betrayed for you", and original sin is nothing more than three words intertwined with sexual desire.

"I don't understand why you are trying so hard to prove Mr. Huang's innocence, but I hope that in the marriage, the one who is less affected is you."

Sentinel and guide, there is always one who has to make more compromises.

Responsibility, career, ideal, belief.Formal combination will make their ideas tend to be synchronized. If the ideas of two people run counter to each other, one of them will gradually let go of the original attachment-so Yimulian sitting on this marshal chair is definitely not a long-term for the military. plan.

Spiritual connection is not a stable way of connection, but just a spiritual connection has already changed Yimulian's thinking to a great extent.

Human nature is inherently good, at least he firmly believed so when he was in military school.Why is it that after a series of incidents in the military department, he is so chilled that he can't even be sure of his position?Could it be that he was influenced by the person on the other end of the link...

He suddenly understood the meaning behind "trust me", and said calmly, "I see, thank you."

They all need the power to think independently, and this is indeed not the most suitable time to join forces... The reason why the military department rushed the ducks to the shelves and asked Huang to combine as soon as possible was nothing more than to hope that individual combat capabilities could be improved, but Huang is a dark sentinel, not at all. Those rules and regulations need to be taken care of.

The guide is the protective net of the sentry, and it is also the weak point of the sentry, especially on the battlefield, any bullet that whizzes at it can show two dead bodies and two lives on the spot.

——As we all know, Huang doesn't like to leave weaknesses for himself.

As a dark sentinel, he would probably trust a sentry with individual combat capabilities more than a guide who would affect his thinking than a guide who could not protect himself.

The cherry blossom demon did not accept this thank you, and her tone suddenly became serious: "Don't get me wrong, if you let me know that you defected to the Federation one day, my gun will always be aimed at you. I haven't forgotten how my sentry Dead, I hope you don't forget either."

After finishing speaking, she faltered again: "Promise me, okay?"

Yimu Lianxin said that the combination is not a word, and he doesn't know who will compromise.

But he still agreed: "Okay."

He hung up the call of Sakura Demon with a complicated mood, and looked at his embarrassed appearance in the misty mirror, his chest heaved and heaved badly, wondering if he was frozen.He put on his bathrobe and didn't dare to think about it.

tbc