The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

There is a gardener in charge of taking care of the flower garden. Zhang Yi doesn't actually need to do too much hard work. He just comes to inspect the work after finishing training every day.

Late at night, Zhang Yi walked along the corridor to the flower bed, preparing to water the flowers again before going to bed.

As soon as he picked up the kettle, for some reason, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was being spied on by some mysterious power.

Standing alone in this dark flower garden, the inexplicable uneasiness became stronger and stronger, making him feel cold and creepy.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but turn his body, trying to find the source of the gaze, but every time he turned around, he only saw an endless sea of ​​white roses, quiet and beautiful, without any abnormality.

But the more he did this, the more fear grew in his heart, as if the threat hidden in the dark could pounce on him at any time.

His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his breathing was becoming more rapid.

At this moment, the silence around him made him feel particularly depressed, as if the whole world was left with only him and this sea of ​​flowers.

Zhang Yiben was a person with a strong sense of crisis. He began to regret not bringing weapons with him when he came here and wanted to escape from this strange place as soon as possible.

However, just as he was about to leave, a breeze blew through the sea of ​​flowers, bringing with it a faint fragrance. This fragrance calmed his mood a little, and at the same time aroused his curiosity.

He decided to stay for a while and explore this mysterious flower garden. After all, Deng Shentong attached so much importance to this place, maybe there was some special secret buried in it.

He approached the white roses carefully, observing every detail of them. The flowers were as white as snow, and the petals were as delicate as silk, emitting a charming glow. He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch one of them, feeling its softness and smoothness.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a slight sigh, the sound seemed to come from the depths of the sea of ​​flowers. He looked around in astonishment, but still could not see anyone.

Was there really someone here just now? Or was it just his illusion? Countless doubts surged in his mind, making him more and more entangled.

Should I choose to stay here and find out what's going on, or should I quickly escape from this place full of mysteries?

Just as he was hesitating, a man's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "It's so late, what are you still doing here?"

Zhang Yi was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see Deng Shentong holding a lamp, standing quietly at the entrance of the flower garden, staring at him deeply.

The dim light reflected on Deng Shentong's beautiful face, as if covering it with a hazy and mysterious veil.

However, maybe it was because the strange feeling from before was too frightening, although Deng Shentong still had a gentle smile on his face at this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly felt that the other's eyes, which were originally as bright as stars, seemed to reveal a hint of indescribable indifference.

Zhang Yi calmed himself down, and when he looked over again, the strange feeling disappeared without a trace.

Deng Shentong's smile was still so calm and gentle. Maybe he was overthinking it.

He tried to keep his voice from trembling. "I...I came to see these flowers." He pointed to the kettle in his hand.

Deng Shentong smiled slightly and walked slowly towards Zhang Yi with elegant steps. His voice was gentle and kind, making people feel as if they were in the clouds: "You have worked so hard during this period, but you should rest early at night."

Zhang Yi nodded, "Okay, I'll be back soon." He secretly glanced at Deng Shentong, who was looking at the flowers intently.

"Do you like these flowers very much?" Deng Shentong asked suddenly.

"It's okay, I just think it's beautiful." Zhang Yi was a little nervous.

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, "I planted these flowers myself." He reached out his hand and gently touched a rose, "They are like my children."

Zhang Yi looked at him in surprise, "I didn't expect you would do these things yourself."

He originally thought that gardening by a nobleman like Deng Shentong was nothing more than watering the plants occasionally, but he never expected that the other party would actually do these trivial tasks himself.

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, as if he saw through his thoughts, and explained softly: "I like tranquility, fiddling with flowers and plants can make me feel peaceful."

As he spoke, he gently picked up a rose petal in his hand and stared at it intently, as if the petal contained endless mysteries.

Then, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "You know, after the apocalypse, the land has become extremely barren. If you want these flowers to bloom in their most beautiful posture, you must use a lot of high-quality fertilizers..."

Zhang Yi listened to his words and felt that there was something else behind them. In addition, at night, the chill wind that blew in from the entrance of the flower garden made the whole atmosphere inexplicably eerie.

Faced with such a situation, Zhang Yi didn't know how to respond for a moment. The two of them fell into a brief silence, and the air was filled with an indescribable awkward atmosphere.

"Um... Master, I'll go back first." Zhang Yi put the kettle back in its place and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Deng Shentong stopped him, "What's wrong with you today? You seem to be worried."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head, "Nothing, just a little tired."

Deng Shentong looked at him, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, "If there is anything, you can tell me."

Zhang Yi's heart suddenly rippled. He stared at Deng Shentong with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. However, after some inner struggle, he finally chose to remain silent and just said softly: "Thank you, I'll leave first."

Looking at Zhang Yi's figure gradually walking away, Deng Shentong picked up the kettle that Zhang Yi had placed earlier from the shelf thoughtfully, and then began to water the flowers on his own.

At this moment, the flower garden is still quiet and silent. A silver-haired man in white clothes is strolling leisurely in the sea of ​​white flowers, as if he is one with them naturally.

If it were daytime, the scene would be extremely beautiful, like elves dancing among the flowers, or an angel born into the world.

However, at this moment, the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, silence, and dim light.

As he moved among them, he seemed more like a beautiful and charming ghost, emitting a mysterious and dangerous aura.