Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(289)

Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(289)

"Game room, practice field, bedroom, three points and one line." He said, "It's right here."

Still a total hit.

His analysis was exactly the same as Sissel's approach, as if the decision was made by the same person.

Tianyuan whispered: "You do know him very well."

"Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way you can win a hundred battles." Gu Xingqiao said, "It's time to set off. Let's go."

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Sissel was fully armed and wearing a combat uniform. He sat on a chair on the side, took a sip of water, and tapped the water bottle heavily.

These days, he always felt that something was wrong.

Rigorous physical examinations repeatedly confirmed that he was in good health; every inch of deep memory was searched, but the source of the uneasiness and trembling from his bones could not be discovered.

Sissel thought about it carefully for a long time. This kind of psychological abnormality started after he summoned the guard captain Harden and fell asleep on the table.

Why did I suddenly fall asleep? He frowned tightly, and his signature warm expression was no longer visible on his face.

Moreover, I didn’t dream, and I didn’t feel like I was sleeping. It was like someone had cut off a piece of that time out of thin air... So, did I really sleep, or did I think I slept?

He knew that his suspicion was really unscientific and unrealistic. As the leader of the largest force in the existing galaxies, Sissel knows only too well where the current peak technological level of mankind lies.

If there is such a technology that can enable people to sneak into the emperor's study secretly, break through various cutting-edge protective devices, and tamper with his memory... then this technology can be used long ago. Come to dominate the entire universe. If you think about it, the leader of any galaxy will be scared to death.

So, what's going on? I'm definitely not doubting myself out of thin air, it's just that there's a reason for it, and I haven't found that reason yet.

While he was thinking hard, a high-ranking general who was the emperor's personal trainer came over and shared the same seat with him.

At present, Sissel plays an enlightened king. Not only is he not eager to show his respected status, on the contrary, he encourages his ministers to show a close relationship with him in private situations. Therefore, he does not feel violated, but He gave way to the side, as peaceful as if he were on a college court.

Whatever role you play, you must not violate the behavioral logic of that role. It seems that if he wants to act as a sincere best friend, he has really been friends with his favorite prey for decades; as if he wants to act as a praised virtuous king, he should really act in accordance with the style of a virtuous king.

"You seem troubled," the general said. "May I venture to ask why?"

Sissel smiled bitterly.

"It's just a trivial matter."

"Are you worried about the marriage?" The general joked, "Then you are really worrying too much. After all, the people of the entire empire will be crazy to get your favor."

Sissel smiled without any smile in his eyes, "I'm just afraid that I will let down their love."

The general stood up, stretched out a hand to his emperor, and encouraged: "Come on, don't think too much, sweat, those troublesome things will naturally flow away with the sweat."

Sissel thought for a moment, stood up, put on the holographic mask again, and took down a practice weapon from the weapon rack.

"Come on then!" he said, "I won't show mercy to the teacher this time!"

The environment around them was instantly simulated into a bloody battlefield. The smelly breeze contained the smell of corpses. In the thick fog, the mentor's figure was looming, and only his hearty laughter remained.

"Hey, this is really going to kill people!"

There was inevitably a subtle strange feeling in Sissel's heart. Logically speaking, the decision of the simulated environment is decided by both sides of the battle. He did not choose such a background. Listening to the other party's wishes, it seems that he was not the one to make the choice...

Before he had time to think too much, the particle sword, which was as sharp as iron as mud, had quickly emerged from the fog, and struck him head-on, igniting the sparks of Qingyue.

The instructor was stronger than him, and in actual combat exercises, his attack style was more focused on frontal attacks, with the power to split mountains and swallow rivers, and use a set of combos to make people unable to parry. Sissel was already very familiar with his combat routines. He turned his sword sideways, used skillful strength to defend against the enemy, and slashed it diagonally from the opponent's chest, borrowing the technique of winning in danger.

"Okay!" The instructor encouraged loudly, and the protective suit on his chest flashed with white light. This was proof that a hit was worth one point. Sissel's progress was very rapid. In recent battles, the instructor has rarely been able to win. Got past him.

Sissel did not pursue the victory, but defended in the thick fog. Lately, he had been so depressed that he needed victory to relieve himself. He understands, and his mentor understands even more, that all he needs to do is wait where he is and then show off his tactics.

The gray mist spewed out more and more eagerly, and the smell of blood became thicker. Sissel suddenly felt very cold.

It was not the coldness of his body, but the coldness in his heart that made him feel like he was facing a glacier when holding the sword, as if every surging mist was a hidden sharp knife.

In his sight, the lightsaber was suddenly placed at the tip of his nose, and the sword was still wrapped in a sticky mist, making it like a murder weapon appearing out of thin air. Sissel's eyelids trembled, and he was keenly aware that his mentor's attack method suddenly changed, from being bold and bold to being as sharp as a ghost and cold.

Sissel was taken aback. He quickly deflected the sword and counterattacked like a reflex. He had to fight back - if the person who stabbed him was not his mentor, but anyone else, the other person would be suspected of regicide at this time.

He was like a willow leaf driven by the wind, spinning along the mentor's body. This kind of movement seems too slender and cramped for an emperor. However, after being blessed by his physical quality, Sissel rotates at a high speed, even faster than a circling storm. Not only did he avoid every thrust from his mentor, but he also managed to reach the opponent's chest without any damage.

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