The male protagonist I trashed is reborn [quickly wear]

Chapter 26-30

Chapter 26 The Fiancé I Slaughtered 26

"Well, we can only call him that in private. If we leave the Space-Time Administration in the future, we must not call him that." After hearing Lin Konglu's words, 0687 sweated slightly.

Indeed, many people in their Space-Time Management Bureau privately call His Majesty a tyrant, and this has a long history.

More than ten years ago, the power of the main world suddenly began to drain away, forming countless small worlds. However, these small worlds cannot exist stably and often collapse as soon as they are formed. Not only is the power of the main world wasted, but the life in the small world also suffers and perishes.

The Space-Time Management Bureau was established at that time to study how to manage these chaotic small worlds so that they can develop in an orderly manner and smoothly transition from the primitive barbaric era to the civilized era. It is best to feed energy back to the main world, but here When...

0687: "Our tyrant, ahem, no, our Majesty has succeeded to the throne. His biggest hobby is to fight everywhere, and his second hobby is to order people to mine energy stones everywhere to provide energy for mechas. , so that we can continue to fight everywhere.

"Because the small world only absorbs energy but does not feed it back, the quality of the energy stones produced by many mineral stars in the main world has seriously declined. His Majesty directly ordered the closure of the Space-Time Management Bureau, and cut off the connection between the main world and the small world, allowing the small world to fend for itself. At this critical moment of survival..."

"By chance, an employee of the Space-Time Management Bureau Throw a novel into the energy drain of the main world, and then a miracle occurs. You find that the newly generated small world actually takes the story of this novel as its core, directly skipping the primitive barbaric era, forming human civilization, and operating stably. , energy was not lost, and the excess energy was successfully fed back to the main world. Lin Konglu had no choice but to finish for him, "I know all this, let's just get to the point." "

0687: "Well, the point is, the Space-Time Management Bureau will report the situation soon. Your Majesty allows the Space-Time Management Bureau to exist for another three years, but within three years, we must turn losses into profits, so that the energy that the small world can feed back is much higher than that of the main body. The energy lost by the world, otherwise it would still be banned. Now that the three-year period is approaching, we have not yet achieved our goal, so we must work overtime to prevent even a small world from collapsing. "

Including setting up a plot planning department to write scripts for Small World, and also making the main plot more and more sadistic?" " Lin Konglu asked curiously.

To be honest, among them who work as quick wearers, which one has not greeted the group of screenwriters in the plot planning department, and which one has not scolded the dog planner for dying again today.

"Yes, the small world relies on luck The son of destiny is the core operation. Research has found that the more ups and downs the life of the son of destiny is, the more stable the small world will be and will not be easy to collapse. "0687 sighed, "Actually, the screenwriters don't want to write about knives, but they have no choice. "

"oh. " Lin Konglu nodded. He had only traveled around the world and accumulated points before. He really had never understood this.

"Then if I stay in this world for too long, will it also have an impact? "He asked again.

"Don't worry about it for the time being. "0687 has been bound to him for a long time, and he can understand his current thoughts to some extent. He rarely consoled him: "His Majesty went to attack some temple some time ago. I heard that he was seriously injured and fell into a coma. He probably won't come to the Space-Time Management Bureau for the time being. Trouble.

"Temple? " "Lin Konglu murmured.

"It's a cult organization that often brings people alive for sacrifice, saying it's to worship some god. It's a very old organization. But come on, it's already the interstellar era, but there are still people who believe this, so His Majesty personally led the army to attack. I heard that the god they worshiped was still a young man, with red clothes and white hair, and extremely beautiful appearance. However, he tried to seduce His Majesty and was shot to death on the throne. "

0687 talked a bit too much today, but after finishing speaking, it found that Lin Konglu looked blank for some time, and his eyes were not focused, as if he was in a daze.

"Host? Host? "0687 was so frightened that he called him quickly.

Lin Konglu suddenly came back to his senses, pressed his temples, frowned and asked: "What's wrong?

"I also want to ask you what's wrong? " "The 0687 core has lingering fear. It has been bound to the host for so long. It has never encountered such a situation before.

Lin Konglu's head hurt a little. He was lost for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's okay. I just listened to the story you told and felt Quite familiar. "

"oh. 0687 was not surprised and said, "Maybe you were there at that time. I found you near the temple and bound you." It's a pity that you have amnesia and can't remember anything. "

Having said that, 0687 thinks it's actually good that the host has amnesia.

When it found the host, the host was only a conscious body, which meant that the body was already dead. It guessed that the host was probably a poor person who was kidnapped by the temple and died there accidentally. We're in a war.

Well, speaking of it, isn't the host working so hard to travel around the world and earn points just to redeem a bionic body so that he can live like a normal person in the main world? The strategy fell on Lu Ci.

Thinking of this, 0687 couldn't help but sigh: Lu Ci, Lu Ci, you must be good to the host. The host won't even give up points for you.

Lu Ci was sighing. After finishing the cleaning work at the base, he came back.

As soon as he got in the car, he found that Lin Konglu's face was not very good, so he couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead and asked worriedly: "Are you feeling well? Were you in the laboratory just now..."

Lin Konglu grabbed his hand, shook his head, and asked, "Were those clones destroyed? "

Lu Ci nodded and said "Yeah".

Lin Konglu breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned into his arms, hugged him, and said softly: "Let's go back to Capital Star. "

He was a little uncomfortable here.

Lu Ci noticed that he was uneasy, so he placed a soft kiss on his eyebrows and said in a soft voice, "Okay. "

Lin Konglu nested in his arms, feeling inexplicably at ease.

In the main world, somewhere in a secret base -

"No. 1 is dead, the mission failed.

"Lu Renjia? " Let him go again. "

Is it a complete failure and the consciousness was wiped out?" "

"What? "

The power of God was detected. Was it God's doing?"

"Impossible, God has fallen. " "

Maybe it was the tyrant. He seduced God, and God gave him power."

"Damn it, let that tyrant escape again. " "

After Lu Ci and Lin Konglu returned to Capital Star, they started planning the wedding again.

Lu Ci planned to sell the villa and buy a new one because it was unlucky.

Lin Konglu was speechless and asked: "What's unlucky about it? ?

Lu Ci: "Since I bought this villa, various misunderstandings have occurred between us. Either I misunderstood you, or you fell down the stairs, and they all happened in this villa. It shows that the feng shui here is not good. " "

"You...a federal colonel actually believe this?" Lin Konglu's expression was hard to explain.

Lu Ci: "'It's better to believe it than to believe it or not'. This kind of thing itself is very mysterious. Besides, we can all be reborn, what else can't happen?"

Lin Konglu: "..." Actually, right? , our rebirth may really have nothing to do with metaphysics, but has something to do with the Space-Time Management Bureau restarting the world.

"I don't think so." Lin Konglu shook his head and said, "I think our relationship was very good on the surface before, but in fact there were always hidden dangers. We were both lying to each other, and we didn't have the same intentions. It was precisely because we bought this villa that we In the end, all the conflicts came to the surface. It seemed that something bad had happened, but in fact the results were all good, and..."

He suddenly hugged Lu Ci from behind, stood on tiptoe, blew into his ear, and whispered : "I like it here very much. This is the first gift you gave me."

Lu Ci's eyes moved slightly, turned around and kissed him, and said hoarsely: "Okay, then I won't change it."

In fact, it was the first gift. It was the knife, but neither of them mentioned it tacitly. Maybe it was too knife-minded.

The wedding was held three months later. During this period, Song Qingxu transplanted a mechanical spine and bionic nerves to Lin Shuangluo, allowing him to stand up again.

On the wedding day, he and Lin's father held his brother's hand together and solemnly handed him over to Lu Ci.

When exchanging rings, Lu Ci's hands actually trembled slightly. When the master of ceremonies shouted, "The groom and the groom can kiss," he hugged Lin Konglu tightly, his eyes a little moist, and said softly, "I finally married you back."

Previous life In this life, the love of two lifetimes finally has a good result.

Lin Konglu also hugged him. After an unknown amount of time, the two pulled away from each other, smiled at each other, and then kissed each other deeply.

Back at the villa in the evening, Lin Konglu drank some wine and was a little tipsy. Seeing the piano in the corner of the living room, he suddenly said: "I want to play a piece of music for you."

Lu Ci looked at him deeply and said nothing, but his eyes answered everything.

Lin Konglu sat alone in front of the piano, his fingers skillfully flying on the keys, still playing an emotionless tune. But he hummed along with the tune, and the sound he made was filled with love.

Lu Ci was slightly startled, and finally realized that the boy didn't have no emotions when playing the piano, but that he didn't know how to convey his emotions through the sound of the piano.

It turned out that he had misunderstood again.

The boy in his previous life went to propose to him, and when he played this piece of music, he must have conveyed his love, but he didn't know it.

After Lin Konglu finished playing, he turned around and asked, "Do you know why this piece is called "Confession"?"

Lu Ci's eyes were filled with deep love. He stood up and walked over slowly, whispering: "According to legend, there was a king. He was seriously injured during the battle, and the elf in the forest transformed into a girl and saved him. The king fell in love with the girl, but he did not dare to express it, so he composed this song to test and hide his love in the song..."

After that, he He was stunned. Why did he know this story?

Lin Konglu was also surprised and asked, "How do you know this story?"

Obviously there is no such song or fairy tale in this world.

"I think I heard someone say that." Lu Ci frowned.

Lin Konglu: "..." What a coincidence, I seem to have heard someone say it too.

Lu Ci thought for a while, but couldn't remember it, so he simply gave up.

Seeing that Lin Konglu was still thinking, he stepped forward and placed the person between himself and the piano, and asked in a low voice: "On your wedding night, do you really want to waste your time thinking about this matter?"

Lin Konglu: "Uh. ?"

He seemed to smell a hint of the sweet and sour taste of green plum wine.

Lu Ci leaned forward to steady him, and said in a low voice: "Actually, when I first bought the piano, I wanted to press you on it, and do this..."

Lin Konglu: Mr. Colonel, you are suddenly so naughty. But...

he likes it.

Lin Konglu also wrapped his arms around Lu Ci's neck, raised his head and kissed back. The two people's breaths intertwined, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and the living room was soon filled with the sweetness of green plum wine and the sweetness of rose flowers.

The next morning, Lin Konglu opened his eyes on the big bed in the master bedroom, rubbed his sore waist, and sighed: "Mr. Colonel's physical strength is indeed very long-lasting."

He just sighed last night. He heard that the machine studied by Dr. Song The spine is very powerful. People who have mechanical spine transplants in the future will definitely have better waists.

Then something happened to Lu Ci. He had to compete with the machine and almost killed him on the bed.

0687 asked curiously: "Is it really powerful? I watched Mosaic all night yesterday."

"Then you have to watch it for a few more nights." Lin Konglu said seriously, "I heard that estrus fever can last for several days."

0687: " ..." Please, I'm ready to watch your mosaics often.

Lu Ci got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to cook. When he came back, he saw that he was already awake. He was in a happy mood and stepped forward to pick him up. He pressed a kiss on his cheek and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Lin Kong Luye said Kiss him lightly on the chin, then narrow your eyes and lean into his arms lazily.

"Ahem, does your waist still hurt?" Seeing this, Lu Ci felt guilty and massaged him gently.

Lin Konglu opened his eyes, kissed him again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Colonel, you are so gentle." The

early morning sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden color on them.