Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le looked back at the machine, which was round like a flying saucer.

A huge round opening opened in the cold air raging, looking inside, it was dark.

It's the same as the space-time tunnel in "Doraemon" I watched when I was a child.

Before Song Le regained consciousness, he watched the entrance of the flying saucer close, then turned around freely, and got into the tunnel.

"……"etc!What seems wrong?

Song Le, whose left and right cheeks were messed up by the wind and sand, didn't wake up until the time-space tunnel slowly closed in front of her eyes——

hmmmm?

Why did you leave so naturally? !

So what does she do?

There was another gust of cold wind with heavy sand and stones blowing from behind, and Song Le, who suddenly felt desolate: "..."

She was only wearing a hip-wrapping skirt and a white shirt, which was incompatible with the harsh and primitive environment here. While hugging herself tightly, Song Le tried to find a shelter that could shelter her from the wind and rain.

I had to keep shouting in my mind to be a good person, and finally stabilized the signal in a place with less wind and sand.

"Lele?"

"...well, I'm still alive." Song Le's tone was a bit sad.

Be a good man and choked with a smile, then quickly covered his mouth, and said calmly: "It's okay, I'll upload the plot and tasks right away, Lele, you will be fine."

"Okay, then you have to hurry up." Song Le was moved and sad at the same time.

She felt that she was about to be blown stupid by the strong wind...

But fortunately, in this primitive society before BC, even a leaf was about the size of the roof, so he carefully found a place to hide, and Song Le began to accept the plot and tasks.

Her identity in this plane is an intern assistant at the Future Research Institute. Like her, she is also called Song Le.

In 4000 AD, with the rapid development of high technology, human beings can already travel in the universe at will, spanning space and even time.

In other words, a real time machine has been invented.

But the good times didn't last long. Human beings were attacked by a sudden and devastating plague, which was extremely contagious and had no possibility of survival. They were constantly isolated, burned, researched, and sampled... …

However, the speed of salvation is not as fast as the speed of death.

In the end, the terrifying plague spread to the research institute, and everyone was in danger and fell into a great panic, fearing that the person who would be infected and die in the next second would be himself.

The manufacture of vaccines has been put on the most urgent agenda, but nothing can be done, there is nothing that can suppress this menacing plague!

This little assistant was also in a panic. Seeing her infected colleague dragging his half-corrupted horrible body on the ground, she extended a helping hand to her. She was so frightened that she used the time machine in the research institute without authorization.

Decided to flee to any time and space to survive - as long as there is no such terrible and deadly plague!

It just so happened that the little assistant, who didn't know how to use the time machine at all, accidentally pressed the trigger button, and was brought to this wilderness era that was almost primitive society.

Here, she wandered for a day or two before being picked up by a young man.

This boy is the biggest villain in the world.

Moreover, the boy is the big villain who can save the world:

He had antibodies against the plague in his body. After spending a few days with him, the little assistant found out in despair that he was accidentally infected too. Healed well.

The boy picked her up to store food for the winter.

The little assistant Song Le didn't want to be eaten, and after discovering such shocking facts, he tried every means to contact the people of the Future Research Institute and coaxed the boy to go back together.

Then... the boy became an experimental product.

When I woke up, my body was full of tubes, and blood was drawn endlessly. One draw was the limit. I cut the deep skin to take samples, and then used regenerative agents to restore it. I kept cutting and draining.

The boy was tied up, studied, and sampled. He was not regarded as a "person" at all, but as an experimental product, a small white mouse, who lived in the pain of tearing and regeneration all day long.

So, he turned black.