Murong Sui shook his head, "How can there be no hatred between enemies? However, I don't want you to let hatred control your reason and life. I also hope that every time you design a mecha with huge lethality, what you think about is protection.

Rather than revenge."

Zhen Shan paused for a moment, looking at the man in front of him with a back as straight as a pine tree, a handsome face and a resolute face, but a rare hint of softness in his eyes. He was really similar to Wu Chen, with a heart for the common people and a shoulder for the world.

It's just that such a person is great and a blessing to the world, but sometimes he can be very cruel to the people around him, especially his lover, and even himself.

Just like Wuchen, he chose to give up on her for the sake of the safety of the monks in the national temple and the common people in the world.

Maybe one day, between Xingxing and her, he will make the same choice.

Zhen Shan lowered his eyes lightly, hiding the coldness in his eyes.

Were they wrong? No.

This is their righteousness, but no matter what the choice is, it's just that the consequences of the choice, no matter what they are, can only be borne by him.

She would never force them, but don't think of her accommodating them either.

Murong Sui saw her lowering her eyes, as if she was confused, caressed her hair, and said with a smile: "There is no need to think so much, as long as you understand that you should not embarrass yourself at any time, that will be fine."

Zhen Shan raised his eyes to look at him and nodded lightly.

…

'Murong Sui, I...'

After Zhen Shan completed the optimized design of the silver wing, he sent it directly to him without using his brain. He wanted to give it to him in person to give him a surprise.

When she arrived at his study room, she found that there were other people inside. Her face turned pale and she retreated to the door, revealing only her fluffy hair and a pair of bright and ignorant phoenix eyes. She glanced at him nervously and then retreated in fear.

.

Murong Sui's stern and serious eyebrows softened, and a hint of smile appeared on his thin lips.

He stepped up and walked towards the door.

"Shanshan, why don't you come in?"

Zhen Shan stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, with his hands in front of him, tangled nervously, 'Am I disturbing your work?'

"It's nothing," Murong Sui rubbed her hair soothingly.

‘Really?’ Zhen Shan was still a little uneasy.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Zhen Shan seemed to be relieved, "Then you go and do your work first, I will come back to you later."

"It's okay," Murong Sui took her hand, "It's okay, come in."

Fan Cheng, Murong Sui’s assistant and chief of security: “…”

Damn it, where did this little angel come from?

Ah, no, isn't this the genius mechanic of the Star Alliance, one of his idols, Teacher Zhen Shanzhen?

Didn’t you hear that she is very cold and individual?

Who was that cutie just now?

Also, the chief just smiled, right? Really?

Damn it!

If I remember correctly, the chief's face always had the expression of a dead parent, he was always rigid and serious, and was often extremely fierce.

Just now, was the person who naturally showed a gentle smile really the chief?

The iron tree is in bloom. Is this it?

However, Fan Cheng looked at Zhen Shan, who seemed to be underage, as well-behaved and delicate as a porcelain doll. He immediately wanted to beat his chest, and even more wanted to disrespectfully point his nose at his boss and yell: Chief, you are such a beast!

Is this how old cows eat young grass?

How dare you kill such a beautiful little angel?

Are you worthy of the Alliance and all mankind in the interstellar world?

Beast!

Murong Sui looked at his guard captain's eyes widening, his expression seemed a bit distorted, and he looked miserable. His sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, but there was no gentleness and tolerance for Zhen Shan. His eyes were cold and solemn, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

His voice was cold and full of pressure.

"Nothing else, just go back first."

Fan Cheng: "..."

He seemed to understand a sentence: without comparison, there is no harm.

Chief, is it really okay for you to treat us differently?

Fan Cheng adjusted his expression, knowing that his boss looked very serious, but not rigid, or even ordinary. As long as they did not violate military discipline, he was very tolerant.

"Chief, is she Teacher Zhen?"

When Murong Sui saw him staring at Zhen Shan with fiery eyes, a hint of unhappiness suddenly flashed through his heart.

It's like a good girl is being targeted by a brat outside who doesn't know how to live or die.

But she also knew that she, the guard chief, had always admired her and resisted the urge to kick him out. Murong Sui nodded lightly.

Fan Cheng immediately stood at attention and saluted Zhen Shan, "Hello, Teacher Zhen, I am Fan Cheng, the guard chief of the Major General of the Third Army."

Zhen Shan seemed to be frightened by his loud voice and hid directly behind Murong Sui, tilting his little head and looking at him curiously.

Fan Cheng: "..."

Okay, so cute!

The health tank has been emptied!

I really envy the chief, he also really wants such a cute girl.

Murong Sui frowned, "Keep your voice down, you're scaring her."

Fan Cheng scratched his hair in embarrassment, "I'm used to such a voice in the military camp. Teacher Zhen, don't be afraid. I don't mean any harm."

Zhen Shan glanced at Murong Sui, bit his lip lightly and said, 'No, it's okay, hello.'

Fan Cheng's eyes brightened even more. If his leader hadn't blocked the way, he would have really wanted to run over, hug his idol, and take a photo as a souvenir.

It's a pity that, looking at the chief's guarded expression, Fan Cheng's eyebrows jumped violently, and for the sake of his own personal safety, he thought about it and let it go.

But you can’t hug, and you can’t talk?

"Teacher Zhen, the mecha you designed is very powerful, and all the army officers and soldiers admire you."

Zhen Shan blinked, 'Thank you.'

"No, no, we are the ones who should say thank you," Fan Cheng waved his hands quickly and smiled a little honestly.

"Okay, let's go back to training first," Murong Sui looked at him lightly and dismissed him.

"Yes, Chief," Fan Cheng also knew it was enough and bowed to Zhen Shan, "Teacher Zhen, take your leave."

Zhen Shan nodded slightly, 'Goodbye.'

After Fan Cheng left, Zhen Shan raised his eyes and looked at Murong Sui, 'Is he your guard chief?'

"Well, his temper is usually quite calm," Murong Sui recalled the fussing look of his guard chief just now, and his thin lips twitched slightly.
Chapter completed!