I’ve Got this Cannon Fodder’s Back

90: 90 90: 90 The entire room became silent for a moment due to the marshal’s thunderous action.

The spiritual giant eagle chased after the marshal.

The Minister of Supervision struggled to roll over and get up.

He was about to speak again but was pressed to the ground by the guards behind the emperor.

“Recently, the Ministry of Supervision has made too many mistakes.

Until the true source of the intelligence errors and omissions is found out, the funding for the Ministry of Supervision will be withheld.” Everyone in the room knew Gu Gui’s real identity, and the ban on speaking about it has been made for more than ten years so that it wouldn’t leak out of these people.

It was still inevitable that people with intentions would take the opportunity to infiltrate the camp.

Looking at the back of those two, the Emperor motioned the guards to let them go.

He then covered his nose with his sleeves and left.

Identity was not the most important thing, the important thing was that the person occupying the second topmost position in the empire was not an alpha.

This aroused unrealistic expectations in many people, thinking that as long as they could find a way to blow up this issue without a trace, they would be able to take that seat for themselves.

Push down the marshal, and then you can sit in that spot smoothly.

This time, Gu Gui almost had an accident.

If it wasn’t for that little omega to turn the tide, maybe everything would be irreversible.

In any era, military strength was the foundation of a nation.

The Emperor had never doubted Gu Gui’s strength and loyalty, but he knew better than anyone how stubborn this old schoolmate could be.

While the matter of his identity could be forcibly concealed, a marshal’s brazen leave of absence for fifty-five days would undoubtedly be uncovered and wildly impeached by those with an ax to grind.

To prevent this, the Emperor decided to plan ahead and shut down the Ministry of Supervision first.

“But… Your Majesty!” Not at all expecting this fire to reach his own head, the Minister of Supervision, almost in disbelief for a moment, stumbled to his feet and struggled to catch up.

“Marshal Gu’s behavior has seriously affected the stability of society!

We are already being extraordinarily lenient by letting him become a marshal as a special case.

The alpha, beta, and omega races have been solidified since the start, each person has his own place, it’s a set rule—” “Then change this rule.” The Emperor interrupted in a deep voice, his sharp gaze on him and his voice thinning, revealing a vague stern impatience.

“It’s just for a marshal’s position, no need to go to such lengths.

Who are you speaking for?

Let him come to me, I’ll make him an honorary marshal.

Then, he can go out in a gold-plated imperial patrol boat with awnings.

Ask him if he can do it.” The Minister of Supervision’s face was instantly pale as he was suddenly and brutally told off.

Frozen in place, he opened his mouth to defend himself, but nothing came out.

The Emperor had no intention of staying any longer, so he waved his sleeve and turned to leave, walking about ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

The Minister of Supervision, who had been caught off guard by the unexpected loss of his job, hastily took a few steps forward, but his steps became slower and slower as he watched the emperor’s unusually determined back and finally fell to his knees in dismay.

…

Choking to death.

The Emperor walked faster and faster, but could not help but wrinkle his brows and coughed twice.

Even though the perfume was good, it was still choking him to death, not to mention the miscalculation of having it made extra strong for the majestic marshal.

The Emperor felt that if he stayed in that room any longer, he would probably die on the spot.

It was only to collect this special debt from the Minister of Supervision that he had persisted this long.

I don’t know if that unusually strong omega heard the obvious sound of a glass bottle breaking.

…most likely heard it.

Honestly, the Emperor wasn’t very good at fighting.

He was born as the first heir to the empire and was naturally raised differently from others.

Although he went to the same school as Gu Gui, most of his experiences and memories were of being endlessly teased and tormented by a group of noble sons and daughters who took advantage of the fact that he was not the emperor yet.

So the Emperor knew very well how powerful those who could fight were.

Having sharp eyesight and hearing were the most basic skills, and the main criteria for judging people in the interstellar world were mental strength and physical fitness.

The better the physical quality, the better the hearing, and the stronger the mental power, the higher the insight.

With the supreme right to learn the truth, the Emperor, through the ubiquitous light brain, had already learned about that little omega’s strong to terrifying battle prowess in detail.

To be honest, he was actually worried about the quality of his best friend’s life after his return.

Or it could be interpreted as the marshal’s glass-like heart breaking… Shattered all over the place, turned into dust.

The Emperor thought for a long time and found this explanation to be perfect.

Satisfied, he collected his thoughts and boarded the gold-plated hovercraft with awnings to return to the palace.

❊ On the other hand, Gu Gui led Lu Chiqiu out of the military headquarters.

Outside the military headquarters, he shouldn’t act too ostentatiously in public so he didn’t carry him out again.

The young omega beside him was always exceptionally quiet and docile.

Even after he had dropped the perfume bottle, he had not reacted in any additional way.

Gu Gui’s gait was steady, but his heart could not hide his unease.

Turning on the autopilot mode, he held the person in his arms and hesitantly whispered, “Chiqiu—” The little wife in his arms raised his head.

The winter sunlight was pale, but in that pair of black moist eyes, a bright light was flowing.

Gu Gui’s heart jumped and he did not continue to make a sound.

Lu Chiqiu obediently let him hold him, his black eyes filled with an unusually bright warmness and the corners of his lips tugging up.

Suddenly, he raised his arms to put them around Gu Gui’s broad, sturdy shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

The temperature outside had already dropped to minus 30 degrees, and even after just a short walk across an empty field onto the hovercraft, the chill still clung to his body.

Gu Gui’s body stalled for a moment, tensing his arms before hugging him back in a hurry, but he was already filled with a small hot water bag-like melting body.

The freezing cold chest was slightly throbbing.

Gu Gui held his breath as he slowly lifted his arms to wrap around him, and their chests were so close together as if their hearts were also thumping against each other.

Lu Chiqiu hugged him back, his cheek pressed against his cool neck.

The feeling of his heart filled with warmth was so good to resist the urge to smile at the other man, to hold him properly, to pour out his heart, to respond, to convey all the emotions that he was unable to express with words.

The plot has been changed, and to be more precise, Lu Deng and the system had made countless projections on the possible next plot.

According to the statistics of big data, Gu Gui may have doubts about his identity and tried to excuse him, or he may have temporarily handed him over under the threat that his identity cannot be revealed, and then find a way to secretly rescue and sneak him out.

He was ready to use the vines to scare the interrogator into tears and sneaked back to find the other party.

But Gu Gui could always make a decision that was not the result of countless deductions.

The bottomless protection could create more uncontrollable variables for the subsequent plot, but the burning of the heart at that moment made it all worthwhile.

Although he didn’t know why his wife suddenly became so happy, Gu Gui pulled him back into his arms and held him steadily, raising his hand to brush away the soft hair on his forehead as his eyes fell down inquiringly.

However, Lu Chiqiu had already curved his eyebrows and kissed him again like a small pecker.

Gu Gui: …

Oops.

The little wife must have thought he was in heat.

But, regarding that box the emperor personally gave, the first army commander, who was actively trying to turn a new leaf, had not returned it to Gu Gui yet.

And, the Marshal would rather die than admit that he had failed physiology class.

The Marshal, who had only been able to kiss up till now, felt flustered.

Lu Deng didn’t know such thoughts were swirling around in other’s mind.

His entire being focused on that happiness pouring out of his heart, instinctively wanting to be closer to the man in front of him.

He wants to be closer to him, wants to hug him, wants to be held up high and spun around by him.

The soft and delicate young omega’s eyes curved into tiny crescents as he rubbed happily against the majestic, cold marshal, his soft kisses pouring down in a straightforward, uncontrolled manner without a stop.

Gu Gui inhaled deeply and gathered the warm, soft body in his arms to keep him from falling, before unobtrusively opening the special communication that he would only use in the most urgent situations, sending a brief message to His Majesty the Emperor asking for help.

He then turned off the message alert at the sound of the emperor’s unbridled laughter, and as soon as a new set of complete hentai was sent over, he unhesitatingly dragged the emperor’s golden account into the blacklist.

The Imperial Marshal had always acted resolutely, and it only took less than a minute to complete this process.

With confidence in his heart, Gu Gui immediately returned to his senses, the corners of his lips curving up, and raised his hand to hold his little wife’s cheek gently.

Lu Chiqiu blinked, his dark eyes gleaming with unguarded intimacy, and looked up at him with his eyebrows curled up.

…must go back to school.

Gu Gui took a deep breath and made up his mind, putting the last of his worries behind him.

His dark pupils were reflecting the warm shadow of his lover in his arms.

His unwavering brows slowly dipped into a boundless warmth, and he bowed his head to smile at him.

His rough palm from all those years of military practice approached very slowly.

At that moment, Lu Chiqiu took the initiative to press his palm against his, startling him for a moment before he dismissed that feeling.

The sensation on his palm was so real and wonderful.

He then leaned down and kissed him deeply[mfn]MG: Gu Gui goes; eyes well up in tears Gasp!

Sniffle!

Lu Chuqiu is urging him on!

He can’t treat him like a fragile child anymore!

DUN DUN DUN[/mfn].

Lu Chiqiu tilted his face up in response to his force and closed his eyes.

The dim winter sunlight poured in through the window, and the frost was separated.

Instead, it seemed extraordinarily pure, stirring quietly between their fingers, covering the faint warmth on their interlocked bodies.

The two of them were comparable in physical strength.

They kissed for an unknown length of time before Gu Gui straightened up at the beep of the patrol boat reaching its destination.

Looking at his young wife, who was also smiling, he couldn’t help but smile and nibble at the corner of his lips in a semi-punitive manner, “Last time, you pretended to gasp for air?” The time before that too.

Lu Chiqiu’s face warmed up.

He meekly lowered his gaze, leaned in to press against his neck, and pulled his hand to admit his fault.

Gu Gui originally had no intention to be angry at him.

With a flip of his palm, he wrapped that hand in his palm.

Smiling, he bent down to tease him when his eyes fell on the slightly red earlobe exposed between his short, soft hair, and his heart skipped a beat, his strength easing.

–He seemed to smell something.

It was so warm and faint that it could be overlooked if you were not paying attention, but then you would notice it at some point when you were not looking.

The smell of sweet milk.

The kind that he would make in his apron in the kitchen every day, with two spoons full of sugar, hot and sweet.

That would make his little wife come out from under the covers in his pajamas and wait around behind him, hugging him as soon as he turned around and asking for a kiss on the cheek.

That sweet milk.

…forgot to buy Starlight Forest Cake.

He had been thinking about it for so many days even when he almost died among the ice-armored beasts.

It happened so that the lung capacity of the two of them was too great.

Even after kissing for so long, none of them breathed heavily.

They were automatically discerned by the suspension car as “passengers not required to disembark for the time being”, and they accidentally missed the place.

If there is milk, there should be cake.

The Imperial Marshal, who has to do as he says, was full of guilt.

He hugged his little wife and kissed him.

He then got out of the car, wrapping him in his arms.

“Sleep for a while, I’ll go buy you a cake and be back soon, okay?” The two of them hadn’t slept all day and night.

Even he could hardly contain himself from feeling tired.

Even though he knew by now that Lu Chiqiu’s strength was by no means limited to the level of an ordinary omega, he was still in distress.

Lu Chuqiu happened to have something to do so he obediently nodded and took off his clothes, shoes, and socks and then went under the quilt.

The little wife lay obediently on the bed, the soft quilt covering his jaw, his hair scattered around his ears, and the tip of his high eyebrows looked soft amidst the shadows of the dim bedroom light.

Gu Gui lifted his hand to cover his eyes, the brush-like long eyelashes swept lightly against his palm.

The tickling touch made him hold his breath slightly, but his heart was quietly filled with warmth.

He wasn’t able to come back for just four or five days.

If you counted, they had only lived here for two short weeks.

He was alone in the universe, his cold mecha floating in silence, surrounded by a tide of beasts fierce enough to tear him apart.

He dared not close his eyes, nor could he relax, and when his mental faculties were exhausted to the limit, his mind would conjure up this one small bedroom.

The comfortable sofa at the corner that would sink into a puddle if he sat on it, the plush, padded carpet, the warm light, the verdant plants in the corner, and the body-fitting smart bed with intelligent thermoregulating function and memory material from which he didn’t want to get up when he lay down on it.

And the person in the bedroom.

He imagined, over and over again, what Lu Chiqiu would be doing when he was alone in his bedroom, whether he would be lying on his back looking out of the window at the road, whether he would be tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, and waiting for him to return.

These memories and imaginations supported him so that he didn’t topple over nor he could not collapse.

He came close to losing consciousness countless times, then forced himself to stand up, then lost consciousness again, then stood up again.

Then afterward, his little wife had actually come to pick him up.

When the first army commander drove the mecha, he felt it was too flashy and had admonished his subordinate for not spending the money on modifications in the proper places.

But when Lu Chiqiu drove it, he thought it looked good everywhere.

The silver mecha came soaring through the air, reflecting the light of the stars like crystals and diamonds.

They had been through a lot together, and then they came back here again.

Gu Gui half-kneeled at the edge of the bed.

The eyes covered by his palm were serenely closed.

Lu Chiqiu lay quietly on the bed, his chest rising and falling evenly with his breathing.

He leaned over to hold his little wife, lowering his head to put a light touch on his lips.

Then, he got up and stepped quietly on the carpet to leave.

It turned out that there were so many kinds of cakes.

Never having eaten sweets, he asked the robot lieutenant to help him order them every time.

The first time Gu Gui went to buy one in person, he realized that there was more than just the Starlight Forest type of cake.

The counter was full of samples, each of which looked delicious, and there were even ice cream cakes.

With the home’s thermoregulation system, which made it too warm that they constantly wore cotton pajamas, his little wife would love to eat this kind of cake.

The cake shop would deliver one type of cake every day, just enough for the full 55 days.

Feeling as if he had accomplished something big, the rich Marshal Gu took away his share of cake for the day and left the cake shop satisfied, boarding the hovercar in the cold wind and hurrying home.

The cake shop was filled with a refreshingly sweet aroma that could easily whet one’s appetite.

Lu Chiqiu hadn’t eaten much either, so he must be hungry when he woke up.

It would be a good idea to go back and eat together.

It’s strange to say that he hadn’t been able to appreciate the cuteness of these things until he met Lu Chiqiu.

Marshal Gu had a rare moment of leisure and happily watched those materials all the way.

He was about to arrive at his doorstep when an abrupt thought suddenly popped into his head.

At that time – how could there be a milk scent?

Thoughts that had always been confined suddenly got unfolded, and his heart beat faster, pounding in his chest.

Perhaps…he was really mutating into an alpha.

Recalling the experience shared by the first army commander, Gu Gui held his breath and his body stiffened.

His Adam’s apple moved with much difficulty and he pulled out his portable light brain and tapped down word by word, “What if the omega partner in great health suddenly becomes sweet-smelling.” The light brain was connected in megaseconds, and almost as soon as the confirmation was pressed, a sea of search results appeared on the display.

Marshal Gu, who had taken fifty-five days of leave: …

Gu Gui, who had just finished reading the results, felt pressured and took the emperor out of the blacklist.

The Emperor was very idle and immediately replied, “Speak!” Gu Gui stopped his hovercraft and stood at the entrance, looking at the house which seemed to have changed drastically, and fell into deep thought.

Without replying to the message, the Imperial Marshal used his prideful physical prowess to sneak into the cordon, bypassing the bloodthirsty vines that danced around hideously and nearly surrounded the entire warm and wonderful residence.

Sure enough, he saw the little gardener who was diligently sowing seeds everywhere.

Lu Chiqiu squatted at the edge of the garden, planting seriously.

The usual tight clothing was two buttons undone, cuffs pulled up to the elbows, revealing the small arms lined with smooth and beautiful muscles.

He raised his arm to wipe the thin sweat on his head, before continuing to work full of energy.

Gu Gui was silent for a moment and connected the conversation, “Fifty-five days, will it kill him?” “Huh?” I can’t believe that he only started thinking about this issue.

The Emperor was stunned for a moment and thought carefully before replying, “No way?

Your little omega is rather special, one that can shatter tables with his hand and drive mechas like racing boats, it should be fine for fifty-five days–” “I know.” Watching his little wife easily pull off an arm-thick dead branch with his bare hand, Gu Gui took a deep breath, his mood growing more and more complicated.

He added with difficulty, “…What about me?[mfn]Jue: Don’t be afraid…your little wife will take care of you carefully *evil smile*[/mfn]”