Love Code at the End of the World

My face began to sink.

How can I hide behind them like a shrugged turtle?

Besides, I never hide behind a man, that's not my style!

“Little ice.” Uncle Mason suddenly called me, and I looked at him, and he had a rare and serious look on his face, "You should know that it is the Lord's responsibility that the warrior will not have to go into battle personally, deploy his own team, and lead them home safely. ”

I was slightly calm. I was just a little tempered. Fortunately, Uncle Mason mentioned it in time. Uncle Mason is right. I am now the Lord General, the Captain. I do not have to fight personally. It is my responsibility to lead my own team to win the war. He drilled the horn tip for a moment.

I adjusted my status and looked down at everyone: "Okay, so the rest of the time, when Ghost returns, we'll have Xiao Night and Ghost together, Release and Uncle Mason together, and get rid of them. ”

“Yes!”

“And me? And me?” Lucifer jumped again and looked forward to fighting again.

I looked at him seriously: "Lucifer, you have a more important task. ”

“What?!” His whole person is like a light.

“Eat onions. ”

“Ah?!” Lucifer stood idly aside for a long time.

People also became confused and looked at me.

“Why did Lucifer eat the onions when they arrived?” Uncle Mason looked at me inexplicably.

“But, Big Brother Bing, you won't let me eat...” Lucifer poked her finger a little harshly and didn't dare look at me.

I put my hand on his head, and he looked up at me shiny, still full of anticipation, and I saw through him that he really wanted to eat.

“Make an exception this time. Eat as much as you want! ”

Lucifer's mouth opened suddenly, revealing a clean white tooth.

“Happy? ”

“Super - happy!” Lucifer is happily about to jump.

Everyone laughed at Lucifer, and Herrer's black eyes revealed little tenderness.

“Now you can let go and eat!” Night smile at Lucifer.

“If this is a mission, it's the best mission in the world!” Release Ya's hands spread apart, his face slightly raised, his envy full of faces.

“Would you like to join us?” Lucifer is invited.

Everyone grinned, obviously they wanted to join. Looking at them, it looks like the onion is really delicious.

It's hard to imagine how sweet the mutant onions are here. The world has very few fruits with flavours.

The conference room has become lively and relaxed in your words.

Uncle Mason moved to me and the thief frown whispered in my ear: “You don't want Lucifer to finish...”

I don't talk, keep smiling.

“Come out with me, I want to ask you something.” Uncle Mason left the conference room.

Herrer has been watching us, and today his gaze is always with me, more vigilant than with his enemies, as if he fears that I will go out alone again.

He saw Uncle Mason leave to reveal his doubts.

I looked at Herae: "Herae, you and Magpie keep an eye on District 10, I'm leaving. ”

Herrer, though obviously confused, didn't ask much: "Go ahead.” He kept looking at me.

Suddenly, she stepped out of my side and glanced at Herae with a smile: "You can look at me more ~ ~"

Herae twisted her eyebrows slightly away from her face: “Huh. ”

Acura pink hair fell on the table, adding a touch of warmth and brilliance to the conference room.

I don't know what Uncle Mason wants to say to me, but the implicit sixth sense tells me it should be about Ghost. Isn't it time?

When I walked to the cab, I saw Uncle Mason sitting in Harry's position, gently touching the armrest that Harry had once used, and the operating screen: “When we got you back, the child blushed and told me that you were a girl...” Uncle Mason's tone was filled with infinite nostalgia.

I sat next to him, and he had a funny smile on his face, like he was drowning in the scene: “He was muttering and a little faint, like this...” Uncle Mason turned to perform for me, "Dad... that... is... um... girl... heh, which one am I asking him? He points to you in a coma. ”

I couldn't help laughing, but my orbit was getting wet.

Uncle Mason studied Harry like he did. But Harry is more like Uncle Mason. Harry used to imitate Uncle Mason's fear of Sister Ceci when he was away for a long time. He was definitely a pit daddy.

Uncle Mason grabbed his head and shook his head with a smile: “I was a little unresponsive at the time. There were more boys and fewer girls in the world. I thought he wanted girls to be stupid. Look who was like a girl. I also hit him and said," Son of a bitch, you're stupid, you can't tell the difference between men and women! ”

“Pfft. ”

“Then his face became redder, saying he touched it, which is why it took you so long to get angry...” Uncle Mason's smile turned into an exclamation, "hey... this kid is a muscle sometimes, it's just so stupid... if it were me, I wouldn't have said it, huh...”

Past seeds emerged in Uncle Mason's memorable voice and lived through the eyes.

“I knew you were a girl and you came down from Silver Moon City again, just told Harry to give it to him, give him a wife, silly boy is happy, oh, it's my fault, you made a bad impression of this silly child, then bittered him, I really didn't expect the silly child to fall in love with you at first sight, still so crazy... secretly told you..." Uncle Mason suddenly lowered his voice and became sneaky again, “I'm not so fucking crazy about Harry, I sometimes think about marrying a few more wives, huh...” Uncle Mason smiled a little shy and saw his cute face for the first time.

He laughed for a while, but his eyes had turned red, tears stained his eyes, and he wiped them and looked at me: “Ice, I asked you to come out just to make sure that there was one thing for you, is it Harry? ”

Uncle Mason's gaze fell straight on my face, all the time, looking at me, his eyes overflowed with tears, his expression began to excite, panic, worry, and a little fear of disappointment because I had never answered.

“Kid, talk to me!” Uncle Mason's voice shook and swallowed my shoulder with excitement.

I know the answer is important to him, but can I be sure? If, if not!

I myself was so convinced that Ghost was Arrey, but in front of Harry's father, Uncle Mason, I became uncertain and hesitant.

Because I was afraid that he would be disappointed after hope, and that disappointment was better than not giving him hope.