Caught off guard and seeing Zhou Yu running in front of him with such an image, Cyril swore to the sky that he really didn't expect such a result before, and he didn't expect Zhou Yu to be like this...... Run straight to him.

His clothes were already too big for Zhou Yu to wear, and the height difference of thirty centimeters and the difference in figure were not covered, so it was probably conceivable that the clothes were loose on Zhou Yu's body, but this was too loose.

The sleeves have grown a lot, and the rounded shoulders are about to be exposed, not to mention, the neckline is about to slide to Zhou Yu's stomach because of the big V, and the two touches of pink on the white and smooth skin on the chest are looming under the wide neckline.

Zhou Yu actually felt that this dress was quite embarrassing, but he thought that the size of this dress was only reflected in the neckline that always slid down his shoulders, and he didn't notice other places at all, and after pulling the collar that was about to slide down again, Zhou Yu was very strange to find that the face of the fickle general in front of him had changed again.

Then the next second, the whole hovercar was like a tornado, Zhou Yu didn't even have time to see what was happening in front of him, and after a gust of wind came and went, Cyril took a new piece of clothing and put it in front of him.

"Change this." Cyril turned his head and looked out of the car door, making sure that no one was going this way, and then said to Zhou Yu seriously.

Zhou Yu was stunned for a while before he reacted, this person's movements were really a gust of wind, and his body and hands did not look like an injured person at all, so he silently took back this bit of suppression, and then lowered his head to look at the dark gray clothes in his hand.

This time it's not a big V-neck, Zhou Yu felt that although it was still a little bigger, it was at least normal - if you didn't look at the hem that dragged over the butt and looked like a skirt.

So he thanked Cyril.

"Okay," rolled up his sleeves, Zhou Yu said, "Your wound is on your waist, open it and take a look?" ”

However, the other party was obviously not on the same channel as him, Cyril looked at his collarbone □□, his face was still a little unpleasant, and then his brain began to search for high-necked clothes or scarves in his closet?

So after he finished talking for a long time, there was still no movement on the other side, and when he looked up, he saw that Cyril was continuing to stare at him with an unfathomable expression, and he had no intention of doing it himself.

Zhou Yu: ...... He also inexplicably read a little bit of "lift it yourself" from the other party's eyes, what is going on?

He took a deep breath, thinking that this was really a difficult patient to serve, and then silently stepped forward, thinking that he would lift it himself, this guy is in such a good figure, he can take a look at it twice for a while, and then rub the welfare, this cheap is not for nothing, and it is not for nothing.

So Zhou Yu's evil little hand slowly covered Cyril's front waist, and he felt that the muscles under his body seemed to be hard, and he only felt extremely excited, because the feeling was quite good through the clothes, so if you really touch it, hehehe.

Zhou Yu swallowed in his heart, and after pausing for a while, he continued to gently lift Cyril's shirt with his hand.

The latter felt his soft fingertips sway across his body, and the ups and downs of his breathing were instantly wrong.

However, Zhou Yu didn't have time to pay attention to this at all, because after lifting Cyril's shirt, all his attention was immediately taken away.

I saw a hideous scar lying on Cyril's waist and abdomen, the wound area was very large, and under Zhou Yu's eyes, there was even a black gas oozing, and with Cyril's breathing, the scars closed one by one, as if they could crack at any time - no, the surrounding area had already cracked a lot.

And if such a large area of wound were to be opened, they might not even be able to do a simple bandage? At least isolate it a little with a strap, not to mention that the wound has not grown at all, and this man is still out of the house, and he has walked so many miles under the sun......

Doesn't he feel any pain?

Zhou Yu was stunned for what he swept, and then directly lifted Cyril's entire shirt.

Cyril: "......"

The current scene shocked Zhou Yu.

This body Zhou Yu hadn't seen before, when this person was still lying crookedly on the bed before, he had seen it once, there were countless frontal wounds, all kinds of scars entrenched in his body injuries, different shades, different sizes, just by seeing these scars, he could probably guess what kind of hard battle he had experienced.

And some of the wounds are obviously new wounds and old wounds, stacked one after another.

When he saw it for the first time, Zhou Yu even wondered if this person would be bloodless at all, but how could a person still insist on being on the front line under such circumstances, and even insist on dying with the queen on his own?

What kind of mood did he have, what kind of pain did he endure, and what kind of conviction did he do these things?

However, what he didn't expect was that just a few days had passed, and what appeared in front of him at this moment was much stricter than the last time he saw it!

I saw that all those hideous wounds, large and small, were cracked! Some of them are still bright red flesh, and some blood will ooze from time to time, and larger wounds may even be pulled and cracked due to physical activity, which is not only the recurrence of the wound, but also the recurrence of all wounds!

Looking at the appearance of blood droplets and sweat on his body, Zhou Yu raised his head suddenly, and then glared at Cyril fiercely.

He doesn't care what aristocratic generals and national heroes he is, he has also been a war doctor before, even if he is a tough soldier, he must be obedient in front of the doctor.

The wounds recur without telling him, and even allowing them to worsen like this, doesn't this person want to live?! Sweat dripping on the wound doesn't hurt? Watching the wound crack a little bit doesn't hurt? Is this guy really determined to rely on his superhuman physique to recover, so he fights poison with poison? Or is it this pain...... He's already numb?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's face stiffened, and then his heart suddenly softened, and he inexplicably thought of the firm and unweak Cyril in the video, was silent for a long time, and said in a soft voice, "Cracked at that time?" ”

Come to think of it, only the black mist could have caused such a lot of damage.

Cyril looked at Zhou Yu's eyes, was silent for a while, and replied, "Hmm." ”

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, let go of his frowning brow, and patted him lightly on the knee, "If you are injured or uncomfortable in the future, remember to tell me." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the car door, this happened to be a plant factory, it was best to find some medicine to give Cyril a wound, Tianzhi grass and a gold plaque were enough, and this wound was estimated to have been split for a while, and it was stained with sweat, and it might be more troublesome to deal with it without doing it.

"Where are you going?" Cyril stopped him suddenly.

"I'm going to get you medicine, the wound can't wait any longer." Zhou Yu glanced at him.

“…… Whatever you want, let Sabin bring it. Cyril said, seemingly not wanting to let Zhou Yu go.

Zhou Yuhu glanced at him suspiciously, "No, it's not far, it's more convenient for me to go down, not to mention that I have to find something to make medicine." ”

Cyril was silent for a moment, then said, "Then you go." ”

Zhou Yu paused at the door for a while, not quite understanding what was wrong with this guy, but the matter of the wound was really without further ado, so he finally left.

Listening to the sound of the car door opening and closing behind him, until another breath died down, Cyril took a deep breath and placed his hand on his abdomen, as if he could still feel the soft skin and warm fingers of the boy.

Those wounds were not cracked when the black mist was there, the black mist only caused pressure on his spirit, and the wounds were cracked when he forcibly used the energy capsule to stimulate the energy core too much. Cyril was aware of his physical condition, of course, and he didn't want the boy to see this scene at first.

Everyone says that the scar on the chest is the glory of the warrior, the supreme glory, but the warrior ...... It's also people.

Cyril had been on the front line for a year and fought to the death against the Bug Star, and the disparity in strength was difficult to achieve even with wise guidance, and many times the other party could almost fight on their own to take down dozens, even hundreds, of soldiers on the Empire's side.

So most of the time he has to be on the pitch himself.

He appeared when District 1 was about to fall, and he appeared again when Area 2 was about to fall, and for a long time, everyone treated him like a god, and wherever there was danger, they could see him, like a war legend.

The hero Cyril, the god of war, the savior of the Empire, buttoned his head like a matryoshka doll with big hats, but no one cared about how he dragged his pierced body into one war zone after another.

From the moment he awakened, his body had been dedicated to the Empire, to live for it and to die for it. Undergo the most brutal training, march forward in desperate situations, and then undergo even more brutal training, and so on.

And since he stepped into this maelstrom, his father and mother have rarely even visited him again.

As one of the four nobles, he has been glorious since ancient times, but at this time, he must also stand at the forefront and bear a qiē.

They can't afford to take a step back.

Even a modicum of compassion could have killed the Empire.

His mother's eyes were firm and desperate to tell him.

Cyril understands this, as a member of the empire, he is not unwilling to take on a qiē, but he runs to the battlefield as soon as he wakes up all the year round, and when he never stops, he occasionally hopes to wake up and see someone sitting next to him, not necessarily doing anything, just a look is enough.

So he didn't stop Zhou Yu, it was his matching partner, Cyril was very ghostly, and as if he wanted to get something different, let Zhou Yu see this scarred body.

Then in that moment, he saw it in his eyes.

Angry, puzzled, and a very faint distress, and even when he finally put down his clothes, there was a flash of softness on his face.

Cyril felt like a trapped beast locked in chains, covered in blood and wounds, and then, at last, he was freed.

His eyes fixed on the light that shot into the darkness, and then silently put it away.

He felt that it should belong to him and that he could not go anywhere.

3,000 meters above the capital star, the Imperial Palace

There was a young man sitting on the huge Qiheng chair, with white hair and purple eyes, white skin and lips without the slightest blood, deep depression under the cheekbones, except for the pair of sparkling eyes, the whole person looked lifeless.

He was wearing only a robe, which was large enough to wrap around his whole body, and it was very ill-fitting, as if it was not his clothes. Elbows through sleeves against armrests, propping up his head, which was slightly larger than his thin body, and a pair of bony legs dangled under the chair, staring amusefully at the man who bowed to him in front of the hall.

"I thought you would bring me some interesting news, Marshal." He lightly pursed his thin lips and said lightly, his voice was not high, but it echoed throughout the hall, unusually clear.

"Majesty, this is nature," the red-haired man raised his head, a pair of black flashes full of sincerity, "Cyrell is really awake, do you know?" ”

The boy gave him a boring look, and his face was a little cold at this uninteresting news.

This is to know, Jin curled the corners of his lips, and didn't seem to care too much about the young man's indifference, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "But Sol will definitely not tell him who healed his injuries." ”

When that sickly face heard this, it finally gave birth to an expression that was a little similar to that of ordinary people, "Tell me? ”

"It was ten days ago that I reached a marriage contract with Cyril, the son of the Ferstar Zhou family, Zhou Yu." Jin raised his eyes and glanced at the young man on the high seat, smiled and continued, "Your Majesty, there is no one in the whole empire who does not know the body of Cyril, who is poisoned by the queen and whose energy core is shattered, it is so bad that it is almost lifeless, but now it has come back to life overnight. Even a body like Cyril can be cured, and I think that if this man is brought to the Imperial City, he will heal His Majesty day and night—"

When Saada said this, he paused cleverly and did not continue, but the meaning of the unfinished words was well known to everyone.

The golden hall fell into silence in an instant, but Sada always waited confidently for the young man's answer with a smile on his face.

I don't know how long it has been, a sneer rose in the air, and the young man's purple eyes narrowed slightly, "Sada, do you mean that I have exhausted the search for 107 earths in the empire, but I can't reach a single Zhou family on the Fall Star?" ”

Sada's smiling face froze suddenly, and his complexion changed so quickly that he even looked a little hideous.

"What a joke! Sada, I have given you the position of marshal for forty years, and you don't even have the ability to judge, how can you be a big responsibility? The young man looked at the seat of Sada from above, with a sneer on his face, with a coldness to the bone, "Or do you doubt the empire under the rule of the 'source', Sada?" ”

Sada's hand hanging on the side of his leg was clenched, his face was tight, his head was bursting with blue tendons, his eyes were overturned, and after constantly admonishing himself in his heart, he took a deep breath suddenly, closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the qiē just now had disappeared, "Minister, don't dare." ”

The young man turned his gaze, and after scanning a corner of the hall, he hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen something happy, and waved his hand to Sada impatiently, "Since it's okay, let's go." ”

Sada clenched his fists, tried his best to control his breathing, and slowly retreated.

When he came to the door, he glanced back at the young man on the seat, and his dark eyes were rolling with hatred and disdain, and at last, he turned his head in anger and walked away.

"Aqiu, come out." The young man withdrew his hand on the armrest, shook his legs happily, wrapped the skin of the □□ in a wide robe, looked at a corner, his purple eyes flashed with excitement, the expression on his face was completely different from just now, it seemed that he had a little more naïve expectation, and even his body lost the momentum just now, like a child waiting for sugar.

"陛xià." A young man with black hair and black eyes, looking resolute and calm, wearing a heavy military uniform, raised his head to look at the young man in the seat, noticed that his face had changed, sighed, and changed, "Arjun." ”

Arjun's face turned into a smile again, jumped down from the chair, jumped into Anqiu's arms, and smiled, "Did you hear me, he just said that I was dying." ”

Anqiu was silent for a while, rubbed the fluffy hair on the top of his head and said, "No, your body will be fine." ”

"No," Arjun wrinkled her nose, "From the beginning of the enthronement to the present, day by day is not as good as day by day, it's really useless." ”

"陛xià." Anqiu frowned and said in an accentuated tone.

"Huh?" Arjun rubbed his face into Anqiu's arms and responded.

"The affairs of the Sada family, there is really no room for maneuver......"

Arjun suddenly stood on tiptoe and met his nose, her purple eyes flashing, "No, don't doubt my decision." ”

Anqiu looked at those sparkling eyes, and after being silent for a while, he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Aqiu Aqiu, if I die one day, will you guard this Imperial City in the Sky for me and wait for the next 'source' to appear?" Arjun raised her head, as if she had thought of something interesting, her face full of hope.

Anqiu looked at the face that had long since lost its luster and was exhausted by Qi Hengshi, and after a long time, he moved his throat and said softly, "Yes." ”

"Really?" Arjun stood on tiptoe, approached him, hooked his neck with both hands, and pulled the tall Anqiu to a height about the same as him with affection in his eyes, and then stared at those black eyes, and the warmth suddenly disappeared from his purple eyes, replaced by a little bit of madness, and he squinted his eyes.

"Shouldn't you die with me? I'm not in the Imperial City in the air, what do you have to guard? Arjun's voice was full of coldness, as if he had become the emperor of the high earth again in an instant.

Anqiu's body stiffened, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't move.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding you, look at how scared you are." Arjun jumped up and kissed Anqiu happily on the cheek, letting go of the hands that were hooking his neck, and then turned and left.

“…… His Majesty...... Arjun, where are you going? When Anqiu came back to his senses, the man had walked more than ten meters, and he hurriedly took two steps forward, trying to keep up with the other party.

"Don't follow, the information provided by Cyril will let the people below analyze it quickly, adjust the defense formations of each planet, increase military training and research, let Witt use some thoughts, hurry up and finish studying the affairs of the queen bee, although the cost is taken from the treasury, if it is not enough, it will be made up from my private treasury, you have full control, and I will be ready for the same amount of Qiheng Stones," the young man kept walking forward, "Let him come up when Cyril is better, oh yes-"

As if thinking of something interesting, Joan finally stopped, turned around, and smiled on her face, "And that little friend of his family, bring it with you, I haven't seen it in many years." ”