Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

It was already early the next morning when Hong Mao woke up.

He stopped talking nonsense and asked Wen Lang why he didn't call him. He consciously continued to be the driver and let his brother rest on the road.

He just couldn't control his little eyes and glanced at the co-pilot.

The fourth time just passed by.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Lang said coldly with his eyes closed.

Hong Mao suddenly looked away and laughed twice.

"No, nothing."

But my heart was roaring like crazy: What can I see?

As soon as you wake up, the cat will run into your arms obediently. What can I see?

Of course, it depends on how you conquer the kitten!

No, that’s not right, it should depend on how you were conquered by the kitten!

You are one of the wild ones every day. The more seductive your smile is, the more ferocious your attacks are. You have never known what gentleness, kindness, innocence and simplicity are, and you are born to be insulated from all kinds of pitiful and lovely creatures!

Actually!

For the first time, he hugged a little kitten and slept with it with such a loving expression!

Hongmao pinched his arm.

Is he still dreaming?

Otherwise, why can't I keep up with the rhythm of the man and the cat next to me when I wake up?

Hiss ~ pain.

Not only did it hurt, but I also felt goosebumps all over my hands.

Don't ask, just ask because you were numbed by the man who smelled so good overnight.

Look at those hands that have never been restless along the way!

Look at those corners of the mouth that can't be suppressed no matter what!

It feels so comfortable to pet a cat.

He, a real cat slave, hasn’t been able to get started yet?

Sure enough, he had never seen any creature of the opposite sex that could not fall in love with Brother Lang, not even cats!

But depending on how smart this cat is, maybe it really knows how to hug its thighs. After all, it still relies on Brother Lang for its food rations.

How about giving it another push?With my thighs firmly held, I don’t have to worry about Brother Lang killing him if he gets upset one day.

After all, Brother Lang has a high tolerance for creatures that are included in his territory. At most, he will beat them until they can't get out of bed.

Hong Mao coughed and said tentatively: "Brother, you see this cat likes you quite a bit. How about you give it a name?"

Taking a name, what a sacred thing!

It's like an unbreakable bond, or a mark that can't be removed, tightly linking two people who had nothing to do with each other.

Wen Lang paused while stroking his hand, raised his eyes, looked down at the orange cat in his arms, and thought for three and a half seconds.

Then the corners of his lips curled up and he said in a low voice: "Little Gold."

His voice was rustling, and the upward ending sound was like a small hook. The three words he called out had an inexplicable and confusing flavor.

Seemingly satisfied with the name he chose, he moved the kitten's head, chuckled, and repeated: "Little Gold."

"Why is it gold?" Hong Mao was confused. If he looked at the color of the flower, "Why not call it orange? Orange?"

Wen Lang lazily said: "Didn't it say that cats attract wealth? It's called gold."

Xuan Wei:......

Well, the money-loving character design is still standing.

If she continues like this, she will soon be able to collect gold and silver treasures and become the most famous god in history.

Red Hair: "..."

This explanation seems to be in line with Brother Lang's temperament.

But he always felt like something was wrong?

Wen Lang stopped talking, and the scenery outside the window flew past the man's thick ink eyes, leaving no trace.

The mountains that were full of life before the end of the world now exude an aura of loneliness and danger.

How many things in this world can remain unchanged?

The sea is changing, the stars are changing.

The flesh is perishable and the human heart is subject to rebellion.

Isn’t cold, hard gold bad?

Wen Lang closed his eyes.

well.

Here, Hongmao was still thinking, "Hey, I was thinking that if it was Little Chengzi, wouldn't our Rainbow Gang just get it together?"

Xuan Wei:?

Cai, Rainbow Gang?

Did she think wrongly?

This person is a gun, a knife, and he also takes orders. Why does his name sound like he is engaged in charity?

……

After meeting the so-called Rainbow Gang, Xuan Wei was finally able to conclude that this was indeed not a serious gang.

Have you ever seen any serious gangsters with colorful hair?

The picture is too beautiful.

Her eyes were hit hard.

Something was probably wrong.

So much so that after watching it for a week, she actually felt that it was quite harmonious?

After the end of the world, some people were unable to resist the virus attack and turned into zombies, some people survived and maintained their original appearance, and some people with better physical fitness and luck experienced some kind of evolution.

Those whose speed and strength increase exponentially are called speed mutants and power mutants.Other more advanced superpowers can control one or more of the elements such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and ice.In addition, there are more special abilities such as space system, spiritual system, healing system, etc.

Wen Lang has both metal and space abilities, which Xuan Wei has already roughly seen.

As far as she learned in the past few days, there were seven other supernatural beings in the Rainbow Gang, four men and three women. The oldest was twenty and the youngest was only twelve.

A red-haired boy, codenamed Xiaohong, who has fire powers.

The rest, by analogy, the hair colors of yellow, green, blue, purple and white correspond to the earth, wood, water, wind, thunder and healing systems respectively.

Among them, Xiao Lu also has dual powers, he has space, and I don't know if he is affected by the wood power. His space is quite special, it can preserve freshness, and can also grow living things in it.

It is worth mentioning that only Xiao Lu’s hair is not completely green, but highlighted.

As for the reason... Xuan Wei accidentally heard them mention it.

Xiao Hong: "Xiao Lu, your bangs grow too fast. It's time to dye them after cutting them. I might as well dye them all this time."

The gentle young man wearing a pair of green-rimmed glasses flipped through the book in his hand without raising his head, holding the frame of the glasses with his index finger, and his tone did not fluctuate.

"Not completely dyeing is the last stubbornness of a man."

Xiao Hong: "Tsk, come on, be a man, are you an adult?"

Xiaolu: "There are still three months."

Xiaohong: "That's not it. What are you so stubborn about? Green is so good, it's refreshing and eye-friendly."

Xiao Lu glanced at him sideways, "I like it so much, let's switch?"

Xiao Hong immediately jumped up from the sofa, "How can that be done? Brother Lang can only recognize people by their hair."

"That was when Brother Lang first suffered from prosopagnosia. Now he can tell us apart without looking at our faces or relying on our hair."

"You can tell the difference at home, but what about when you are on a mission outside? If you are thrown into a bunch of black-haired people, why don't you dye this thing green, are you sure he can recognize it at a glance?"

Xiao Lu thought about that scene, sighed, and stopped talking.

He really wasn't sure.

When Xuan Wei, who was curled up on a swivel chair nearby, heard this, he opened his eyes, stretched out, silently jumped to the ground, and walked to the door with elegant cat steps.

The security base in City S has begun to take shape, and the class distinction between ordinary people and people with special abilities has gradually formed in the base, and the treatment can be said to be very different.

Naturally, there are ordinary people in the Rainbow Gang, but the existence of eight superpowers allows them to have a separate villa in the base.

At this moment, Wen Lang was sitting at the marble table in the courtyard of the villa, whittling the wood in his hand with a blade.

Xuan Wei jumped up and landed on the stone bench, then ran to the table lightly, admiring his seemingly casual but precise movements.

Wen Lang raised his eyes to look at her, raised his eyebrows, picked up the small piece of wood that he had whittled into a bullet shape with his fingertips, and blew away the sawdust on it.

The lazy and charming smile appeared on his lips again, with a hint of teasing.

"Xiao Jinzi~ I'll do a magic trick for you."

He held the piece of wood in his hand, blew on it again, and waved it three times in front of her in a mysterious manner.

Then he suddenly froze, with his fist pointing upward and his palm slowly spreading out.

A bullet lay quietly in the rough palm.

Metallic sheen.

The size, shape, and position are all exactly the same as before.

It turns out... In addition to defense, does this person's superpower also have the effect of turning stones into gold?

It seems like an inexplicable fit.

Whether it was the way he held the gun or the way he held the knife, these cold and hard weapons seemed to be integrated with him.

Fascinating and deadly dangerous.

However, most dangerous people crawl out from countless piles of dangers.

Xuan Wei couldn't help but cast his eyes on the deep and shallow scars on his hands.

There probably won’t be any less on the body, right?

And...prosopagnosia.

Before that, she thought that the colorful hair was some kind of weird rule of the gang. The man in front of her was the boss, so he didn't have to follow the rules.

Now I know that they dyed their hair because of this man.

Because the man suffers from prosopagnosia and cannot recognize them.

Acquired prosopagnosia is either a sudden illness or... a serious brain injury.