Chapter 111 Audience: And you! Joshua! You are the real Milan fan!

【I understand this paragraph. Is this also part of the cat's eye protection court design? The privacy rights of male insects are pushed to the highest level by various legal means, but they never explain why they do this, and always let other insects guess and think. Because they are worried about offending you and making you annoyed, each female insect pays more attention to the limited information given by the court before a date to guess your thoughts. This is a closed loop! 】

[Damn it, I told you that Fate must have a male brother! ]

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[What's going on? Why is Fate's network still stuck? ]

[I want to ask if your entertainment company's line is OK! Why is the anchor's internet speed blocked by the gift special effects again! ]

[Crap network, is the server hand-crushed? ? ] 21:25

[The anchor's pixelated figure is still online. Are you checking the backstage news again? ]

[I'm really impressed by the top ten. Can you please stop sending private messages to harass people when the live broadcast is in full swing? ]

【Milan, Your Excellency Milan!!】

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Another five minutes passed, and the pixel man continued to plant words. Most of the audience was very excited, and there were many comments and gifts.

A few people wondered whether there was a problem with the anchor's star network and speculated about the anchor's IP star area, but the comments were covered up.

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It was a very strange feeling.

In the military families of 1600, being praised by insects as "You are as brave as your female father", "You are as fair as your male father", "You are as neat and strong as your brother" were all considered honorable compliments.

This proves that you have completely transformed from a weak life to a responsible warrior with strong armor like your elders. All warriors will welcome you into the powerful kingdom.

However, when Milan compared me to Joshua, I did not feel the joy and pride that I felt when other insects praised me.

I am not Joshko, and I have no intention of learning Joshko's methods. The idea of ​​bringing the Wasp Army uniform as a gift was entirely my own.

I spent ten months day and night getting familiar with Milan, the military doctor of the old times. I held those outdated and decayed files, injected my own thoughts and ideas into them, thoroughly digested every line of words and the old times, and gave birth to my own understanding.

I never intended to use the Wasp Army or the surviving veterans to do anything. After questioning them, I let them go and helped clear up any doubts about them.

When I was looking up information, I discovered that all of the military doctor Milan's social connections were dead in the files, and the few remaining connections were all controlled by Milan's family.

These veterans are extremely difficult to find. If I hadn’t been promoted to lieutenant general next year and the legion’s power hadn’t been further expanded, I wouldn’t have been able to find them alive.

To sum up, I didn’t mean to shirk or blame Milan, but I was too conceited at that time. I thought that as long as I found the right target and expressed my goodwill, Milan might know what I really wanted to express like last time.

I don't know what Milan was thinking when he saw him in the Wasp uniform, but the expression on his face gave me chills.

…what?

No, his eyes are still blind and have not recovered.

But at that time, I did shudder at his demeanor.

His lips were very thin, and his cheekbones, nose bridge and eye sockets were prominent because of his frailty. His skin was like a white rose due to not seeing the sun for a long time. He had extremely long black hair, which was well taken care of by the servants. It draped over his shoulders like silk woven into the night sky.

…Why does it feel dangerous?

Yes, these are indeed elements of charm.

But before that, I want to remind you that Milan served in the Wasp Legion for 20 years. His workload was so heavy that he was able to become a brigadier general while disguising himself as a female military doctor of the middle class. This means that at least tens of thousands of lives have passed under his scalpel.

Unlike a spearhead soldier like me who attacks with the help of armor or military formations, Milan dealt with those living beings one by one, saving some and killing some.

He makes worms die and live. He is the most merciful god of death and the most terrifying angel of resurrection. Day after day, year after year, he knows better than anyone how to kill, threaten and intimidate a female soldier.

He has been honing himself on this path for 20 years.

Even though he was blind, when he showed the sharpness and ferocity that was unique to "Military Doctor Milan", just from his facial expression, I could feel that I was going to be ripped open by him.

Although I was the strongest in the Black Tower at that time and I could kill all the servants within a minute, I was still restrained by Milan in terms of momentum and he made me unable to move.

His beauty is like his jet-black hair, incomparable and bottomless.]

[Your military doctor friend’s tip: Got it, I’ll go back and shave my head. I’ll just shave my head and see who dares to eat military doctor meal replacements! ]

[I didn't show any expression at the time, but my tentacles stood up obediently, then bent in a state of half alertness and half fear.]

【Prosperity! 】

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My silence was my response to his cold words.

Milan listened attentively for a moment, then called the servants to see the guest off in a cold voice.

I left the Black Tower feeling top-heavy, with few tears shed over selfish emotions.

But at that time, I felt uncomfortable and confused in my heart, my eyes were sore, and my whole body was tight and painful. In just a few minutes, I seemed to have turned into a shellless creature. When I was exposed to the light, I felt uncomfortable all over.

I briefly wished I could shed the shell of "brother" and transform myself back into a small, weak being in front of Milan, and tell him that I am not Joshua, and that I gave you this gift because of the will of the worm Joshua.

But I look so much like Joshko, our faces, bodies, and even our scales and wings are exactly the same.

It was so difficult to peel off this layer of shell, and it was the first time in my life that I felt uncertain about the future.

[The author recorded that at this point, Mr. Milan paused the interview for five minutes, and Mr. Joshua's emotions fluctuated slightly. But it was not as difficult as the last interview, and the interview went on smoothly.]

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The cooperation banquet between the New Alliance and Warsaw was held as scheduled, and I arrived at the banquet on time.

As expected, Milan's first appearance in the social circle as a gentleman did cause countless whispers.

He was wearing a heavy suit and a black veil, and was sitting in a wheelchair. I stood behind him, both as a guard and as a warning.

The Warsaw family will not ignore Lord Milan because of Joszko's death.

Lord Milan is still an important member of the Warsaw family.

Milan's family also came. They were a little surprised at the importance that the Warsaw family attached to Milan, and soon surrounded them with smiles.

My father, my elder brother and the in-laws of my second brother also came over and formed a social circle with Milan as the center. I know that they want to support Milan.

I reported the Milan family's behavior ten months ago.

The female father didn't like the new alliance in the first place, the male father felt sorry for Milan's situation, the brothers disliked the behavior of the new alliance, and the in-laws were much older than Milan, and they took care of Milan as if they were their own descendants.

After they came over, it would be inappropriate for me to stand here, after all, I am not Choshko.

This made me feel restless and had a violent and destructive urge. I told my father to call me when he was done, and then left their social circle with a sour face.

I have very good hearing and I could hear the bugs saying I had a bad temper halfway through.

That bug said that Warsaw valued Milan, which was one thing, but asked me to come back in person as a guard, which was another thing. He said that I might be angry with Milan because of Joszko and that I might beat Milan.

I have said that Choshko and I are similar, not just in appearance, but also in character, such as our hot tempers and brutal military style.

Those words floated past my ears, and I immediately stopped and turned to stare at the bug who said I would hit Milan.

At that time, I had only one thought in my mind: I would tear his mouth, pull out his tongue, and then use a needle to cure him. I would ask him in detail why he had such an idea. If I was not satisfied with what he said, I would pull it out again until he told me the reason in detail.

The male father noticed that I stopped at the first moment. He immediately glared at me and signaled with his eyes that I should go to the balcony, otherwise he would call the eldest brother or the female father to come over and twist my arm.

I grew up with my father until I was 10 years old, and I am familiar with the meaning of every look in his eyes.

But I didn't go to the balcony. Instead, I continued walking back. My eyes turned into beast pupils, and the light changed in my vision. I stared at the insect, which was a male insect from a family in the new alliance that came to attend the banquet. He didn't realize that I was staring at him at first.

When he realized this, his face turned pale. The social circle surrounding Milan started to stir. Several senior officials looked over with frowns on their faces, and the banquet security also came over from the sidelines.]

【Wait? ? Joshua is going to pull out the tongue of a noble man? ? Huh? ?】

[He had already charged into the Black Tower with a gun! It's incredible that he could do such a thing... Damn it! He is crazy to the core! What kind of born evil?! Damn, he really has no resistance to offending you at all. The courtship genetic trait rooted in his DNA is completely locked on Milan? ? Other male insects no longer have biological privileges in his eyes? ? ? ]

[The error has been reborn a million times. Joshua himself is a twisted seed. 】

[How can a normal insect do this? ]

[Fate likes to mix real-life materials. Does this segment use the real-life biological material of the True Love Mark? There was a famous true love couple in history, the couple who eloped. However, genetic and hormonal studies have shown that the True Love Mark only affects lovers, and there has never been a female insect affected by the True Love Mark that attacks other insects. Fate, don't come here to stigmatize hormone science! ]

[It’s so funny! You’re using history as a proof, right? Come on, explain to me the stupid behavior of Crazy Who Who! ]

Suddenly, the comment section was filled with bloody arguments again.

Ordinary passers-by: [Is this the comment section of Fit? Why is it full of popular science about history and biology? Is there a lecture by xxx University being held in the comment section of Fit tonight? ]

[In the restless swarm of insects, the positions of the ministers were scattered, and I saw Milan surrounded in the social center.

He sat quietly in the wheelchair, his hands folded in front of his abdomen, wearing black lace gloves.

When I see this, I think of the black leather he would have worn when he was a military doctor.

The words of the veteran echoed in my ears like a ghost: Mr. Milan is a well-known germaphobe, he can use 16 boxes of surgical gloves a day! He always wears gloves during his private time. In the past, people didn’t like to wear gloves. The leather gloves at that time were made of xx beast skin, which was hot and stuffy. But no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, Mr. Milan will always wear gloves, and his uniform buttons will always be buttoned to the top, as if he never sweats.

At that moment, the noisy sounds in the party faded away from my ears. I saw Milan tilting his head slightly in my direction, listening to the sound and determining the location. The black veil on his head fell like mist and cloud, revealing his pale right ear.

He "heard" my position and turned his face around, with the black veil hiding his ear. His lifeless eyes were hidden behind the veil. The lights in the banquet were very bright, and the lighting made it difficult for me to see his expression clearly.

There were people all around, and light and shadow fell on Milan. I seemed to travel through time and saw military doctor Milan hiding behind a black veil and staring at me with black eyes.

I suddenly became calm.

Xiong's father called my name twice. I answered and then turned around and left the banquet center. Soon the banquet became lively again, as if my abnormality had never existed.

I left the party and came to the balcony. Soon, some military wives from other military families came to greet me.

Tonight's banquet is a utilitarian banquet to strengthen the relations between all parties. There are many military families present, including military wives who know me and Choshko.

I was not in the mood to chat with them, so they just talked about other topics with me, pretending to be familiar with me.

I was a person who was worth pulling over at that time, so it was not strange for them to do so, and I was too lazy to care. I leaned against the balcony stone railing and smoked a cigarette until I suddenly heard them mention Milan, and my spirit that had flown away re-possessed me.

When a female soldier saw that I had come to my senses, she supported me with her elbow and said to me: It's really annoying that you came back from the front line just for this matter.

A female soldier with a short haircut said: What's the point of them asking you to come back? Joszko worked so hard in the New Alliance, but was forced to withdraw due to an accidental death. In my opinion, the Warsaw family should have divided up more shares in the New Alliance instead of continuing to hold shares and support in order to protect one of you. In the end, the benefits of these support returns will not return to you, the Warsaw family.

I forgot which family this crew-haired military henchman belongs to, but she obviously has the mindset of a military henchman from the military corps. She is quite disgusted with the New Alliance and has hostility towards everything in it.

He said: Instead of leaving those benefits to the Milanese who signed the contract, why not have your family sideline him? Joshua is dead anyway, and the noble’s family does not support him. He has no brothers of the same generation. Just like those shares, they are just one of your brother’s inheritances. Your current military power will temporarily replace Joshua, so why not just inherit this noble as an inheritance...Benzene Document" from 1.39 Thoughts 9 Thoughts 631

I didn't let him finish.

I suddenly slapped the shaved-haired military girl in the face, knocking her to the ground.

The female soldiers nearby were surprised and confused, and wanted to separate the two. But the first female soldier who tried to separate them was knocked down by my punch, so they immediately stopped and stood a little further away.

The crew-haired military girl who was knocked to the ground by me was confused for a moment, then she stood up and came to me with an angry face to ask for an explanation.

But I was very calm at that time. I took out white gloves from my military uniform pocket and said: Kneel down and open your mouth.

My voice is even a little gentle.

Why gentle

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[Author's note: Mr. Joshua remained silent for nearly five minutes on this question. I think he was trying to adjust himself mentally. Five minutes later, he shook Mr. Milan's hand and honestly told him what he thought back then.]

Because the words of the crew cut military girl really exposed the evil thoughts that I once had in my heart.

In the days of my greatest desire, I was madly wanting to inherit all of Joshko's inheritance, but I plundered it without any regard.

I admit that I don't have a good personality. I get angry easily. When it comes to any issue related to Milan, I am as sensitive as a bubble. I don't need to be poked, I will burst if I blow it.

The words of the crew cut military girl touched upon the crazy thoughts that I had secretly longed for in my heart. Even though it was just irrationality for a period of time, I felt like a worm had caught my fatal point.

Someone among the female soldiers next to me spoke up, I don’t remember who it was, but hesitantly advised me that xx was only concerned about your interests and had no intention of offending Qiaoshko’s reputation.

They all thought I was celebrating Choshko's subsequent fame.

The whole world thinks that I am the second Choshko, and the whole world thinks that I am only angry about Choshko's reputation.

Bitterness gripped my heart again. What do you think of Milan?

I put on the gloves, stretched out my hands, and moved the joints of my five fingers, making a creaking sound as my finger bones slightly deformed. The white gloves were completely filled, and the fingers formed a hunting hook shape.

I imitated Choshko's smile and said, if I repeat it again, it will not only be the tongue.

The military wives said no more. The one with the buzz cut looked embarrassed and angry, but she really didn't dare to provoke me again.

I was awarded the rank of major general at the age of 27, all thanks to my high-intensity active frontline. They couldn't beat me.

The crew cut military girl knelt down, raised her head and opened her mouth. I moved so fast that she couldn't make any sound, and she couldn't make any sound either.

The medical technology in 1600 was not as advanced and sophisticated as that in later generations. Even if the female soldier with a buzz cut healed herself and regrow her tongue and vocal cords, her voice would never be the same as before. It would be difficult for her to please any Excellency again.

I took off my gloves, wiped the blood from my fingertips on his shoulder, and said calmly: You need to be polite to you if I hear similar rumors again.

I didn't say much, but patted the armed muscles behind his shoulders, which contained the weapons and symbols of courtship that the military woman was secretly proud of.

The female serviceman with a crew cut knelt on the ground and covered her mouth, while the other female servicemen remained silent.

I may have frightened them. This punishment was not severe in 1600, but it was insulting. I could not make much noise at the banquet. What frightened them was my fickleness and decisive attitude without negotiation.

In order to ensure that the banquet went smoothly, I had to politely ask them to continue chatting. They started chatting again, and the atmosphere was as cold as a grave. I felt bored, but I couldn't show anything. Every time I moved, they stopped talking.

That was a signal, and from then on, no matter what crappy social banquets the Legion family held, they would never cause trouble to Milan.

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I returned to my family's land again when I was 29 years old.

At that time, I was already a lieutenant general and would be awarded the rank of general in the second half of the year. I was just one step away from the title of marshal in the old system of the legion at that time, which is what you later generations call the title of chief of the branch army.

That was great back then, and my damsel and my damsel were so happy that they set me up on lots of dates, some of which I went on and some I didn't.

No one of you makes me feel special.]

[You fucking idiot!] [The feudal era of heyday of military power can turn any powerful bug into a tyrant. In modern times, Joshua is probably more diligent in clocking in on Prisoner Star than clocking in at work!] [This has to bring up Fate's virtual warning, hahaha!] [Law Bug: Thank you for the invitation. Our department hasn't studied the laws of the old times for more than ten years. The professor said that the laws of that era have no research significance. But now, hahahaha, who has to hand in two 30,000-word 1600 military law papers by next week! ! ! The legal provisions of 1600 are not even 10,000 words! ! Where can I steal 60,000 words to write homework! ! ]

My parents were worried about this. They began to worry that I would experience premature decline due to lack of hormones to comfort me.

I always refuse with a clear mind.

A cold mist has long been living in my heart.

Every day and every night, my mist will accompany me to sleep. He hides in my hands, my eyes, my mouth, and my stomach.

This beautiful fantasy is almost absorbing my life and accompanying me. How can I still feel attracted to someone else?

Over the years, I have been working hard without stopping for a moment, seizing more military power to build my own regiment and influence zone. I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart.

On this silent and lonely road, I am about to reach the admiral's milestone, and I feel that I am qualified to meet Milan again.

Now I can talk to him about something again.

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I chose to go to the Black Tower on Christmas Day.

Milan's time seemed to be frozen in this tower. He sat by the window wrapped in a blanket, facing the window, listening to the wind and snow.

I also brought gifts this time, which were special products of exotic beasts from the Great Front, some fangs, some animal skins that were very comfortable to touch, and some exquisite toys that were newly popular in the social circle.

Ever since I used my military forces to take over part of the armed support provided to the Capital Alliance from Joshko, I have also taken control of Milan's living expenses. All I provided were general-level resources, and he is definitely living a better life than when Joshko was here.

Even though I know that he can live well without me providing these, the benefits of the cooperation between the New Alliance and Joshua belong entirely to Milan, and he has handled these shares and profit distribution very well, better than any insect in our family could think of.]

[Alas, my Lord Milan, I wish I could pick up a knife and kill the rotten family behind him]

[Immediately join the Second Army and kill all the stupid xx alliances! ]

[I would replace a group of guards every six months to protect him, but Milan never went anywhere. He lived quietly in the black tower, like a lifeless everlasting flower.

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Our conversation that night remained lukewarm.

For all the topics I brought up, Milan only said a few words and then politely ended them. He responded to my questions so naturally that I didn’t even know where to start a new topic.]

[Hahahaha you kid!!! You finally got what you deserved!! So cocky! So cocky! And yet you still got treated so coldly by Mr. Milan that you don’t know what to do!]

[Teacher Fit, please start the class as soon as possible! Please teach us how to deal with this situation! Last time I went on a date, you were not interested in any of the topics I suggested. It was supposed to be a one-day trip, but I came back at noon TAT]

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[Milan quickly asked me to leave and I was shown the door.]

【Hahahahaha!!!】xN

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[I sat in my chair without moving.]

[You have a nail on your butt? Get up! ]

[If he really wants to grow nails, I think he would like to nail Mr. Milan into his body. ]

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[I have run out of topics to talk about, but I don’t want to leave, so I suddenly bring up the fact that I will be awarded the rank of general in the second half of the year.]

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[Joshua, you've made a mistake again! Topics like awards and upgrades and how many monsters were killed on the battlefield are not something you like to hear at all!]

[Not necessarily! Mr. Milan was a military doctor, he will definitely understand! ]

[This is just like the last time they met when Joshua threw away his Wasp uniform. Mr. Milan has been away from him for so many years. Isn't Joshua's words just poking at his scars? ]

[Hey, you, hey, I reviewed it, up to this point they have met 5 times, 5 times... 5 times they failed, Joshua, how did you reverse and rush to the top? ]

[Joshua, a walking criminal machine, is just Fate who loves to play tricks. All the dangers are based on memory and are purely fictional. Hahahaha, I am dying of laughter when I think of the court bug flipping through the legal code while watching the live broadcast! ]

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[…

At first, Milan did not react and just listened quietly.

I was worried that if I stopped, I would hear another farewell message, so I kept talking.

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At the end, I brought up the issue of age.

I said, I am 29 years old this year. It took me two years to reach the rank of reserve general from lieutenant general. Give me another two years and I can become the commander of a branch regiment.

I talked about the battles I had been through, and it sounded like I was reporting on a mission, and I tried to extend my stay here as long as possible.

But I really was speechless at the end, so I treated myself as a candle, lit it, and longed for the warmth in the black tower to not let me leave too quickly.

I said, "I was in combat in April this year and injured my face and back."

"The treatment solution didn't cover my face, so I ignored the scar for the next four months."

"The scar runs from my jawline across my lip and ends just below my left eye."

"One side of my wing was injured. The alien venom soaked through the membrane. The military doctor preserved the root of my wing and scraped off a portion of the membrane. When the wing was released, there was a difference in length. In frosty weather, my spine and musculature hurt."

I said, "Now, I am different from Choshko with my face and scales."

Milan didn't ask me to leave this time.

He finally spoke to me as I had imagined in my dream.

"Which quack doctor performed the surgery on you? To preserve the root of your wing? While you were contaminated by the alien venom? Was it because he was afraid you would live too long?"

I am very happy.]

[This guy actually sold miserably!!!]

[I seem to have grasped a little bit of the essence... The monotonous military life will be a guest order, but I will add some private details to make you curious about me? ]

[Selling out miserably can be considered appropriately, but it can’t be too miserably, otherwise I will be beaten out by the court’s surveillance bug before you sympathize with me! ]

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[The author observed that when Mr. Joshua said this, Mr. Milan patted him on the head.]

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Milan was not interested in the topic I carefully prepared, but the little bit of interest I managed to squeeze out did attract Milan.

He asked me about the follow-up of my scale wing treatment. I didn't pay much attention to my scale wing after the surgery. I was already a lieutenant general and no longer needed to be active on the front lines so frequently, nor did I need to personally engage in flesh-and-blood combat.

I will never use this pair of scaly wings to woo another male insect again in my life, and the symmetry of the mating patterns is no longer important to me.

They weren't taken good care of by the doctors and I didn't care anymore, so when Milan asked me about them, I couldn't answer anything.

Milan asked for a while and then fell silent. I felt that he must be re-evaluating my stupidity in his heart.

In a moment of panic, I released the ugly pair of scales. The bone blades at the base of the scales slammed heavily on the ground, knocking over several stools.

The servants who had been silent all this time were frightened and immediately tried to rush over to separate Milan and me.

I also stood up suddenly and immediately said that I had no intention of threatening you.

Milan slapped his hands on the servants and they retreated. He waved to me and asked me to let Scale Wing go.

Milan said, "Let me examine your surgical scar."

My mind went blank and I forgot about his eye problem for a moment. I stood up blankly, then half-knelt with my back to him and extended my wings in front of him.

Milan's hand touched my injured wing. Before I could think of anything, he touched the scar where the scales were scraped off in a second. He found the right place with his finger and pressed it. I broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

The cold hands continued to check other surgical scars.

He started talking to me, asking about the size of the alien beast that injured me, whether the alien beast's venom had evolved to become more toxic over the years, the species of the alien beast, and whether the equipment used by military doctors had been updated and so on.

I responded tremblingly. There were some things I didn't understand, so I could only concentrate on recalling them. Before I knew it, the pain was no longer obvious.

I don't remember how much time had passed before Milan asked me to take the scale wings back and told me that he would send me a letter later.

He said, "Your scales were infected after surgery. You didn't treat it well. Now some blood vessels and nerves have grown together. Go back and test your flight speed and bone blade flexibility soon. I will pack some things and send them to your military doctor in a while. Let them perform another surgery on you. Your scales should be able to grow back a little bit."

My mind was blank at the time. Later, when I had time, I realized that it was Milan's instinct as a doctor that prompted him to take care of me, but my mind was blank at the time, with only one feeling.

This is the first time in many years that Milan has given me the closest emotion and care to "pity".

I felt a shudder in my heart, as if I was back in time many years ago when I first saw him.

My heart, my emotions and all the happiness are like a handful of water, which are splashed out impatiently and cannot be taken back.

I don't know why, but I told him that today was my birthday.

I want a gift.

I felt an almost false sense of pity, and so I became greedy.

I turned my back to Milan and said something. Milan didn't respond, so I said it again softly.

"Milan, today is my birthday."

That was the first time I actually said his name out loud.

Milan did not remain silent any longer, "Today is Christmas, your birthday is such a great day."

He patted my back and motioned for me to fold my scales. His voice seemed to become a little softer, or maybe it was my illusion.

He said, "You are 29 years old this year, you will be a general next year when you are 30, and you may be a commander of a branch regiment before you are 40."

"Christmas is a day when miracles are destined to happen, Joshua. Heal yourself. Your scaly wing bones are excellent. If they are fully healed, it will not affect your functionality too much. Don't let down the miracles that fate and luck have given you. You deserve them."

I thought my scale wings were useless, but Milan told me that there was still a chance.

I was stunned at the time. It was a surprise, and it seemed as if fate had once again let go of me.

I immediately wanted to turn around and hug Milan, but Milan immediately pinched the back of my neck and forced me to lower my head and keep kneeling.

It was the first time I experienced the power of military doctor Milan. He had pale skin and was so thin that he was just a bag of bones, but his palm was as hard as steel when he clamped my neck. I had no doubt that if I crossed the line, he could crush my neck with his bare hands.

It was me who knelt down on my own initiative, it was me who turned my back to him on my own initiative, it was me who placed my neck and scales into his palms.

I am such a dirty bug.

I was a thief, stealing the absolute control that Milan should have over Joshua.

I was so excited that my mouth immediately started to overflow with liquid.

But I didn't dare let Milan find out. After I realized that I couldn't hold back the saliva in my mouth, I left the black tower without looking back.]

[If His Excellency Milan comes in person to pinch the fragile neck, then all the military girls who are not OO will be OO, right? ]

[Has Joshua ever done hormone resistance training? ? He tasted Mr. Milan's blood and started to have a hot flash. Mr. Milan pinched his neck and started to have a hot flash. There are hot flash points all over your body! ? ]

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That night, I felt an endless surge of courage in my heart. I made all the plans that night. I must be promoted to branch commander as soon as possible and seize an autonomous star region.

At that time, I will invite Milan to live in my star zone, and I will do my best to satisfy whatever he wants.

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[Mr. Joshua pauses for half an hour.]]

The pixel man in the live broadcast room stopped here suddenly.

At first, the comment section was full of laughter, with various schools of thought arguing loudly. It was only after a few minutes that a comment complaining about why Fate was stuck on words again appeared.

[Why is it stopped again? Can you guys fix your Tudou server? You are taking so much rewards and taking a commission, so you won’t do anything about it? ]

[Strange, Fate used to only stop once to rest, but today he stopped twice. Is there something wrong?]

[I took a look at the Knowledge Channel announcement area. The network line is fine. Is Fate's network card OK? ]

[Isn't Fit in the Capital Alliance? How dare the Capital Alliance shut down the signal base station recently? ]

[Feite is not in the Capital Alliance. Speaking of shutting down signal base stations, the Southern Cross District has recently applied for a temporary shutdown.]

[Not only the Southern Cross has applied for a temporary road closure, but also the North Pole. In the non-retreat war zone, the Wasps and Hornets have already started small-scale fighting. It's so annoying. My home in the top 20 sequence areas of the North Pole has been affected. ]

[Hasn't the battle zone been divided? ]

[There is nothing we can do about this. The two groups had already entered into a small-scale collision war before the war began. Fortunately, those small-scale collisions will only occur on the planets where the Wasps and Hornets are stationed. If they affect other habitable planets, the First Legion will warn them.]

Before the comments speculating on the IP address and discussing the two-team battle formed a trend, the channel administrator quickly deleted the comments. At the same time, the seeding villains in the live broadcast room began to act again.

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It turned out that night was fate's final mercy to me.

The day after Christmas, Milan suddenly entered a period of decline.]

【ah????】

【Not wait???】

The sudden turn of the article directly swept all the viewers who followed the update, and the output of comments in the comment section was suspended for 2 seconds!

The comment section with over one billion views was blank for a short while, and then more comments suddenly gushed out, and the comment section line of the knowledge channel was directly disconnected.

The technical department of the knowledge company was so angry that they laughed: It was you who crashed the network!

The connection suddenly went offline. I can only watch but not comment. To all viewers: Head office, you all in the technology department should collectively resign and start selling slippers!

The live broadcast is still going on, the time in the upper left corner is: 23:00.

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