The expression of the face flashing in front of him was really wonderful, and a smile quietly swam across Qing Changye's eyes. He didn't know that Lance's eyes changed slightly when he looked at him with a smile intently. Lance said, "People who know the secret usually don't live too long. Just think about it in your heart, just say it in front of me..." Isn't it equivalent to seeking death?

The other party did not say it clearly, but the hint was obvious. Qing Changye's voice was very soft: "Your Majesty was willing to save my life just now, so he shouldn't kill me now?"

"I'm wrong. Your Majesty was willing to save your life just now, to chop you up and play with it now."

“…”

Before Qing Changye could react, Lance's hand had already been put on his neck. The cold murderous intent proved that the latter did not lie. Survival instinct made Qing Changye hold Lance's hand, and before his superpower was activated, Lance's fingertips touched the heart of the charming lock. No one had touched this place for a long time, and Qing Changye would deliberately avoid this body part on weekdays. The young man's fair face turned slightly red. He bit his lips to suppress the almost leaking sound, but Lance's finger pressed his lock heart hard.

"Um!"

Surprise flashed in the fox's eyes, and the other party obviously did not expect his body to be so sensitive. Yu Guangzhong Qing Changye saw a black pattern on his side neck. Because of Anya, he had intentionally learned about spells and potions for three years. This pattern is simply the symbol of the master-servant contract. The single wing pierced by the thin sword symbolizes the loss of freedom. Qing Changye knew the reason and looked at Lance: "What is this?"

"Are you handsome in tattoos?"

“General.”

"Every time and time, use your powers to help me suppress a blood riot. Don't tell me what you speculate today," Lance said: "Your Majesty will protect you well."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I can only chop you up, the beauty." Lance smiled at him. Although his eyebrows and eyes were curved, his deep eyes were only cold and some kind of indifference similar to reptiles: "I can't bear to do such a beautiful face and body."

The rescue team arrived at their location early the next morning. Lance's cute and cute secretary hugged him and burst into tears. Individuals who were given contracts by the same person could see each other's contracts, and Qing Changye discovered that the secretary also had the same sword-breaking wing logo on his body.

"Wow, your Majesty! I heard they say you almost died!" The little secretary cried: "Be careful of the Holy Body. If you die, the Federation will be in chaos! What should everyone do if the insects penetrate the house--"

Lance seemed to want to pull him off, and his thin lips twitched slightly. Qing Changye looked at his mouth as if he wanted to shut up. The adjutant who came to rescue was the first to see him. Qing Changye recognized him as young and promising, and had been with him since the new king took office. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was one of Lance's most capable subordinates. The adjutant joked: "If you cry, others will think that you have any special relationship with Your Majesty. Look, the nurse has turned his head for a long time."

The secretary seemed to realize that gay was angry in this way. He looked at Qing Changye embarrassedly, and finally stood back after rubbing Lance's tears. Qing Changye accidentally saw that the deputy general who was talking before had a thin sword and wings on his body. He couldn't help but look at Lance's face with indifferent expression.

...This man has suspicious illness.

Because he was the only one who survived the medical team to which Qing Changye belonged, the military headquarters had to transfer new medical team members from other planets. Six new people came to their group, and the team leader was also airborne. The first time Qing Changye met the new team leader was two days after he followed Lance to perform a flash strike. When he saw the new team leader wearing the dustproof uniform made by the medical staff and smiling brightly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why are you..."

"I'll call you a sir in the future, A Ye." Miller's caramel-colored eyes were full of smiles. His brown hair was longer than in the past, barely covering his eyebrows. Many people kept looking at this side. Two young men with outstanding appearances stood together and were very eye-catching, not to mention that they were both wearing the uniforms of the medical team. In the army, women are luxury goods, and beautiful boys became the targets of many people. Members of the medical team are usually not as powerful as regular soldiers. Moreover, because they stayed in the flight cabin for many years, their skin was fair in most people's impression that medical staff were soft and weak and spoke warmly. Some people nicknamed the medical team as the back garden of the soldiers. This kind of obscene joke is not unreasonable.

"Sir." Qing Changye smiled: "A did it for you?"

"I tampered with the data myself." Miller said: "A doesn't want me to come here. He was afraid that I will one day..." The fantasy beast, who had completely faded his childishness, smiled. Compared to the high school student who played basketball, Miller is gradually becoming like a charming man: "Eat you in one bite."

The voice of the phantom beast was still soft, and it seemed particularly ambiguous when he said that he had eaten this word. Qing Changye avoided contact with him, and he was as careless as a joke: "If I were to eat you, I would be happy."

Miller's eyes lit up.

Through a, Qing Changye checked the feasibility and later impact of the bloodline transplant surgery. No matter which data, it showed that this was an extremely dangerous operation. If the participants were not careful, they would have the risk of cell necrosis in the whole body. Lance was willing to risk being discovered by the federal government and bet on his life for bloodline transplantation, which shows that he was indeed extremely disgusted with his disabled limbs. Such a person who was cruel to him would never be a puppet in the hands of the cardinal opportunity. I really don’t know which cardinal was blind and found a wolf to sit on the lamb position. I met Lance again very quickly. When Qing Changye was on duty in the early morning, he heard someone outside calling his name.

"Aye! Aye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye!"

As soon as he opened the door, the secretary's handsome little face appeared in front of him. Qing Changye couldn't help pinching his face as he looked at the other party's shining big eyes, and his voice was so gentle that he could pinch out the water: "What's wrong?"

The sissy secretary who had not realized that he was being teased was hesitant: "Your Majesty... He... He came to you..." The secretary glanced at the doctor in front of him, and felt that it was too sinful to help the evil: "Your Majesty must have wanted to do shameful things to find you at this time, otherwise I would lie to him and say you have slept to death."

"Lance?" Qing Changye thought for a moment and understood why Lance found himself late at night. He interrupted the secretary's random thoughts: "Take me over."

The secretary took Qing Changye to Lance's aircraft with a deep pain. As expected, the poisonous tongue king Dawan fell ill at the end, and Qing Changye was familiar with the passage and gave him time. After that, he wiped the fine sweat off Lance's face. The latter looked at Qing Changye who was called over and had no complaints, and couldn't help but hold his hand and ask for time further.

This person's hands were obviously not very warm, but he could inject a sense of security into his limbs and bones, confusing people so much that he couldn't help but be attached to this warmth. Why is there such a bewitching ability?

Under the light, the young man's dark eyelashes were long and dense, and his curved curves were as curled as the little girl's favorite doll. Lance looked at him for a while and then closed his eyes.

When Lance was not out of the mission, he made up documents. On the evening of the next day, he accidentally passed by the medical team's aircraft. He walked in alone by chance. He knew that today was Qingchangye's duty day. The young man behind the desk was reading an ancient book, and few people read such paper books now. For some reason, Lance felt that this kind of thing was actually very compatible with him, so he cleared his throat.

"Did I hurt you last night..." Before Lance finished speaking, Miller opened the door and walked in. Qing Changye knew that Lance was referring to the last thing that pulled him to ask for time. In fact, although he looked pale, he only had about 10 years to deliver Lance each time, which had little impact on Qing Changye. Unfortunately, Miller heard this sentence, the supernatural power of the ss-level phantom beast ran away in an instant. Miller quickly calmed down. He smiled and said, "Hello, Your Majesty."

Lance glanced at him without saying a word. Qing Changye knew from the secretary that Lance looked two in front of and behind. When there was no media reporter, Lance was very unkind. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Miller glanced at their fingers leaning against each other inadvertently: "Are you talking about things with Aye?"

Lance is very smart: "It has something to do with you?"

"It's okay, Your Majesty," Miller kept smiling: "But why did you take his hand?"

"I might have held his hand because I wanted to soak him, or I was so attentive to soak him in this way," Lance clenched Qing Changye's wrist expressionlessly: "None is, just because I want to."

Qingchangye: "…"

Lance must have been single all the time. This man's mouth is too toxic.

"Isn't this suitable?"

Miller kept a smile, Lance's gaze was faintly visible to the pattern on his neck. Miller couldn't see the contract on him. Qing Changye was about to speak, but Lance pointed at himself: "Look at who I am."

Miller: "…you are your Majesty."

"What is Your Majesty doing?"

Qing Changye wanted to say that he was just waiting to die, and Miller replied: "Lead the Federation."

Lance nodded: "He is a federal citizen, and the federal one is mine. I guess he is mine, so it's very appropriate for me to hold his hand."

At this time, the little secretary rushed in, and another person who only heard half of the words.

"Your Majesty! You just swear this morning that you are not gay!"

Lance had no emotions and moved his mouth: "…ah."

"But you only asked Aye to go to your room alone last night," the secretary said with a heartache: "You don't let me follow in!"

"I lost, I lost," Lance let go of Qing Changye. He gave a look and signaled the little secretary to shut up: "If you call me again, the whole army knows that Your Majesty likes late-night chickens. He raped him."

The secretary covered his mouth very sissyly, and his flickering and excited gaze kept swimming between Qing Changye and Lance. Obviously he didn't expect Lance to be so large. The latter was afraid that he would scream again, so Lance made a gesture and signaled the secretary to follow him. Before leaving, he looked at Qing Changye: "The service at night is good, and we will continue next time."

"..." This idiot.

After Lance went out, Miller accompanied him to read a book for a while, but none of them spoke. Qing Changye cleaned up his desk when he was about to change shifts. Miller pulled the door for him, and the fantasy beast said casually as if he was joking: "Does Aye like the king? If I become the king, will Aye like me a little?"

"Why do you say that?" Before Miller could speak, Qing Changye pulled open the chair and said, "I don't like it."

He thought Miller was just joking, and he didn't hear the phantom beast talking for half a minute. Qing Changye turned his head strangely and happened to see the other party's hand holding the door handle tightly. The metal handle twisted under the power of the phantom beast. He almost had the illusion that Miller was holding his own bones, and the sound of shattering was creepy.

"Okay," the phantom beast took a breath, and the caramel-colored eyes were swaying: "What is behind your neck? When we last met you, there were no messy marks on you, why are there more master-servant contracts now?"

Qing Changye looked at the phantom beast in surprise.

Can Miller see it?

"Why are you..." Miller's tone was almost a bit gloomy: "Will you be willing to let someone who has known you for only four months leave a mark?"
Chapter completed!