Bell, Farewell
The prize for first place in the fighting competition is a full 100,000 gold star coins!
When he received the remittance from the organizer, Yu Sheng felt even more excited than standing on the stage and being cheered by the audience, because he still remembered that Randy told him that the main purpose of participating in the fighting competition and the mecha competition was to earn enough 100,000 gold star coins to buy a mecha and prepare for his and Caesar's escape.
And now, he had directly received 100,000 gold coins. Does this mean that he no longer needs to wait for the Interstellar Mecha Competition in two and a half months? Instead,...
Yu Sheng's fingertips couldn't help but tremble. He rode on Pegasus and couldn't wait to head to Waters No. 36607 to find his partners in the Freedom Alliance to plan this matter.
Everyone in the Freedom Alliance had already heard of this great news. As soon as Yu Sheng entered the room, he was thrown into the air by a group of people, shouting and yelling. Caesar was standing nearby, watching them with his hands in his pockets. Randy walked over to him, smiled, and said, "Well, I think Yu Sheng is a surprise sent by God to our Freedom Alliance, right?"
Xi Ze glanced at him, raised the corner of his lips, and raised his chin towards Yu Sheng, "This is a surprise for me alone."
Thank you, Yu Sheng.
After a riot, Yu Sheng was finally let go by his friends. With a messy head of hair, he ran to Caesar and Randy and said, "I already have 100,000 gold coins in my savings. Is that enough to buy a mecha?"
Facing Yu Sheng's expectant gaze, Xi Ze suddenly stretched out his finger, flicked Yu Sheng's forehead, and said teasingly, "Enough. What, can't wait?"
Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead and asked, "Then when will we..."
"Hush." Caesar stopped him from saying anything. "Prepare for a few more days and wait for my news at home."
"Then what can I do now?" Yu Sheng asked.
"Eat, sleep, and conserve your energy." Caesar narrowed his eyes. "Oh, and you also need to practice your mecha piloting skills. If anything goes wrong, you'll be held responsible."
"I guarantee to complete the mission!" Yu Sheng saluted Xi Ze jokingly, but Xi Ze was stunned. The memories buried deep in his heart suddenly surged up. He vaguely remembered that before he was captured, he was carrying out a special mission. Before leaving, his superior saluted him.
The officer's appearance was already a little blurry. He couldn't help but smile, a smile that was tinged with bitterness and self-mockery.
It turns out that I am so far away from my former self.
Seeing that Caesar seemed lost in some recollection, Yu Sheng didn't dare interrupt him. Instead, he discussed future plans with his companions. Phil smiled and assured her that with her medical skills, if she could delay the pursuers for twenty minutes, she would be able to remove the chip from the rescued Blue Star person's body. Seeing her smug look, Yu Sheng generously praised her, "I'll leave it to you then."
"But do you know why Boss Wei Lan wants us to rescue that Blue Star person first?" Phil suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Yu Sheng's ear, "Obviously, our primary goal before was to kill Wu Ke and cut off the source of the Blue Beast trade. Wu Ke got what he deserved. An accident happened in the Blue Star Tunnel, and he can't capture the Blue Star person anymore."
Yu Sheng glanced at the girl and said, "Kill Wu Ke? Can the current Freedom League do it?" Even his so-called master Frey had difficulty meeting Wu Ke, so it would be even more difficult for the Freedom League, an organization that was still in its infancy, right?
"I can't kill him." Phil was frustrated for a moment, "But saving that Blue Star guy won't help in killing Yuk, right?"
Yu Sheng thought, "Once I rescue you, you'll know if it helps. The Blue Star man you mentioned is actually your boss." But he said seriously, "Didn't we say in the previous meeting that only by uniting all enslaved humans can we overthrow the hidden rule of the interstellar aristocracy? Don't underestimate the power of any one person. Perhaps he holds the weaknesses of those ancient families in his hands."
Phil said "oh" as if he understood, feeling that it made sense, but also that he seemed to have been misled by Yu Sheng.
After leaving the Freedom League, Yu Sheng hung out with the slightly excited Haidun and played a few friendly matches. Haidun clutched Yu Sheng's shoulders and kept muttering, "I never expected that true people wouldn't show their true colors. I was thinking I'd finally made it into the top 10,000 and get to hear my idol Yunxiao's open class, but you actually snatched it away!"
Haidun was devastated. "Then all my hard work to get into the top 10,000 meant I only attended one of your classes. But you taught me almost every day! The important thing is, I just missed my idol!"
Yu Sheng smiled insincerely and said, "I'm really sorry."
"..." Haidun stared at Yu Sheng and suddenly realized something, "No, you know my idol! Qiuqiu, tell me, are we good brothers?"
"no."
"No, Master Qiuqiu!" Haidun said flatteringly, "Can you help me and Yunxiao get together?"
"...Can you please stop making me sound like a matchmaker?"
After parting with Haidun, Yu Sheng calculated that it was almost time, so he logged off. He had changed his clothes and gone to the grove for training as usual, then returned to shower and sleep. But this time, for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep despite staring wide-eyed.
I guess it’s because the day is getting closer and closer, and you’re feeling uneasy?
Yu Sheng closed his eyes, his mind uncontrollably imagining the scene after his escape. He could change his appearance, go to the Mousse Military Academy that Haidun mentioned, fight in real life, mecha, make friends, and so on.
The most important thing is that I can live an upright life as a human being.
As he thought about it, the sleepiness he had almost completely disappeared. Yu Sheng turned over and was just thinking about getting up and going online when he suddenly heard a slight movement at the door.
!
Yu Sheng instantly slowed down his breathing, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
This night was also a sleepless night for Frey.
He watched Yu Sheng running into the woods for training as usual. Under the moonlight, his black eyes were so determined and brave, full of flaming vitality.
Everything seems to be the same, yet something seems to be different.
After finishing his business, Frey turned off the lights and lay down on his bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. The image of Yu Sheng, anxious and nervous at the auction, the stubborn and unyielding Yu Sheng during pet training, the Yu Sheng who completely trusted and accepted him at the competition, the Yu Sheng who smiled at him when everyone was watching – all of them came to his mind, lingering.
Frey closed his eyes, then finally stood up and walked towards the pet room, which he had not visited for a long time.
The pet room was naturally locked. Frey stared at the door in silence for a long time before using his mental power to silently destroy the iris lock. The moment the iris lock failed, Frey felt a flicker of self-mockery.
It was clearly me who installed the iris lock to show respect for Yu Sheng, but now I have destroyed this respect with my own hands.
Walking into the pet room, the creature that occupied his mind was already fast asleep. Frey slowly walked to the bedside, looking at Yu Sheng's handsome and delicate features, and unconsciously lost in thought.
After a long time, he seemed to be bewitched, and slowly bent down, gently and gently placed a kiss on Yu Sheng's forehead.
After that night, Yu Sheng continued to practice mecha online and go to training on time as usual, as if the sudden kiss had never happened.
Yu Sheng didn't want to think too deeply about why his so-called master did that. He would leave here sooner or later and never come back, so there was no point in dwelling on these things.
Three days later.
Early in the morning, a servant brought Yu Sheng an exquisite suit and helped him get dressed.
Frey sat on the sofa, looking at the documents while quietly waiting for his pet.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Frey looked up from the documents and saw Yu Sheng walking behind Luther.
Her slightly long black hair was disheveled, as if she had not woken up yet. Her dark eyes were still misty, facing the sunlight coming through the window, like an angel born in the light, who would spread her wings and fly into the sky in the next moment.
Frey's heart beat uncontrollably.
Fortunately, Yu Sheng took a step forward, avoided the sunlight, and fell back into the mortal world.
Frey walked up to Yu Sheng and suddenly reached out to tidy up Yu Sheng's hair. Yu Sheng instinctively shrank back, then froze in place, letting Frey tidy up his hair.
The flying hair was so soft that no matter how hard Frey pressed it down, as soon as he took his hand away, it would rise up again provocatively. Frey stood there, tidying up Yu Sheng's hair for several minutes, and finally sighed softly.
"never mind."
The ride to Moss Palace was completely silent. Frey hadn't closed the windows like he had before, but Yu Sheng didn't eagerly or curiously lean over the window to see the outside world. Instead, he closed his eyes and dozed off inside.
When he arrived at the Moss Palace, Caesar seemed to have just experienced a "sports", with charming marks on his neck and his cheeks were pink and flushed.
"Lingling!" Caesar rushed over happily, "Long time no see!"
"..." Yu Sheng was shocked by Nishizawa's actor-like acting skills, even though we had just met online yesterday.
"Master!" Caesar shouted to Moss, "Lingling and I are going out to play!"
"Go ahead." Moss rested his chin on the back of his hand and smiled lazily, "Baby, be good."
Xi Ze responded obediently and pulled Yu Sheng away.
Frey watched the two people running away in silence, and after a while he said, "Aren't you curious why Caesar invited Lingling to play again?"
"Nothing strange." Moss yawned. "They are just delicate little pets, let them make noise."
Frey glanced at Moss and said nothing.
Yu Sheng recalled the plan they had rehearsed hundreds of times in the secret base:
"On the outer edge of the southern side of the flower garden, beneath the stone statue, there's a tunnel containing the CH-9 mech. Once you get it, hide it and wait for a fire to activate the mech."
Yu Sheng tightened his grip on Caesar's fingers. "Moss's guards are no pushovers either. Don't they have mechas? And Moss himself should be able to pilot a mecha."
"Moss, I'll handle it." Caesar's eyes were particularly stern as he said this. "The Freedom Alliance's partners will set fire to distract the guards, and we will drive the mecha out of the other door. Our partners will pick us up when the time comes."
Success or failure depends on today.
Moss was discussing the situation on the interstellar frontier with Frey, the Zerg and Queen Quorn's fleet, when familiar footsteps suddenly sounded at the door. The two men stopped talking, and Moss disabled the anti-surveillance system and opened the door.
"Master, I need you for something." Caesar seemed embarrassed, his eyes dodging, not daring to look at Moss.
Seeing the awkward look of his little pet with its legs clamped together, Moss probably knew why Caesar needed him. He smiled a little wickedly, turned around and said to Frey, "Excuse me for a moment." Then he picked up Caesar, closed the door and walked out.
Frey looked at the closed door and his eyes darkened.
Moss carried Caesar all the way to the bathroom. He knew why Caesar had come looking for him. Before Frey and Lingling arrived, Moss had held Caesar down and abused him for hours, even taking out his long-unused gadgets. Caesar's voice was hoarse from crying, but Moss didn't relent. Instead, he hugged him even more excitedly.
Afterwards, Caesar lay exhausted on Moss's legs. Moss kissed him, then patted Caesar's body and whispered in his ear, "Baby, don't fall out."
Now, his pet finally couldn't help but ask him for help.
Moss stripped Caesar clean, and seeing his marks all over his slender, fair body, Moss felt a sense of fulfillment. He put Caesar in the bathtub and washed him.
Moss leaned over and bit Caesar's Adam's apple. Caesar raised his head, exposing his most vulnerable neck to his master, but his right hand quietly grasped the edge of the bathtub and reached down along the edge, where the photon gun he had placed in advance was hidden.
The moment Caesar's hand gripped the gun handle, the defense system of the Moss Palace was suddenly activated, and the alarm sounded throughout the Moss Palace. Moss raised his head suddenly, and just as he was about to go out to see what was going on, he felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of his head.
"I advise you not to move." Caesar held the gun in one hand and toyed with the first button that Moss had just ripped open with the other. One second, he was a pet in the bathtub, letting anyone do whatever they wanted. The next second, he transformed into the sharpest sword, piercing the enemy's throat.
Moss turned his head and looked at Caesar calmly, "Baby, even if you kill me, you can't escape from this palace."
"I advise you not to be so confident, my master." The usually affectionate word "master" was particularly ironic. Caesar narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to be looking down at the man in front of him naked. His photon gun slowly moved down along Moss's skin and pressed against Moss's chest.
"Goodbye. No, not goodbye, goodbye forever."
With a "bang", blood splattered and Moss knelt down and fell to the ground.
Caesar calmly put on his clothes, wiped the muzzle of the gun with the front of his shirt, walked out of the bathroom, and met Frey's cold eyes at first sight. His heart suddenly shrank.
Frey seemed not to notice the blue bloodstains on his clothes. "Where's the bell?" Frey's usually calm voice was rarely filled with anxiety.
Caesar curled his lips. From the window of the corridor, he could see the raging fire outside. Frey had his back to the window and did not see the mecha rising like a warrior in the fire.
Caesar stared into Frey's eyes and spoke word by word:
"Your bell is dead."
From today on, there will only be Yu Sheng in this galaxy, only Yu Sheng.
"Bang!" The mech's arm smashed the window behind Frey. Caesar slammed Frey aside, ran toward the window, and leaped out, only to be held firmly in the mech's palm. The mech retracted its arm, activated its power system, and was about to soar into the sky.
Frey ran to the window and shouted at the mecha that had already taken off, using all his strength, like a drowning man trying to grab a floating straw before dying.
"Bell!"
The silver-white mecha didn't even pause. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, it rushed towards the flames, towards the unknown yet vast sky, and towards the freedom he longed for.
Frey's brain ached dully. The fire before him overlapped with the fire of the year before. In the ashes of this sea of fire, he couldn't even gather his mother's ashes.
All my mother left behind, apart from the jade pendant she had given me since I was a child, was a short poem that had been left behind because it was buried under a box.
Frey could never understand the poem. Although he could communicate and converse fluently in Chinese thanks to his mother, he could never understand these poems from his mother's hometown.
The poem written with his mother's red blood had been buried deep in Frey's heart. Today, at the moment when the mecha rushed towards the sky dyed red by flames without hesitation, Frey suddenly understood.
Peach blossoms bloom
Like a cage drained of blood
Like two axes shed blood
Like the home of two axemen
All the blood was shed
Why are the flowers so red?
Like a snowy mountain burning magnificently
My cage is on fire
My cell collapsed
Chains and bars on fire
Throwing myself towards the dark plateau
My bell, farewell.
Yusheng, I wish you and your freedom.
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