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

The fifteenth of every month is the day for the Deng family to clean the courtyard.

The Deng family is wealthy and powerful, and Deng Garden has been passed down for many years. Many of the buildings are quite old, and some can even be traced back to a long time ago.

Therefore, although these buildings look quaint and unique, the snow on the roofs makes daily cleaning inconvenience.

If the snow is not cleaned for a long time, it may cause damage to the building. Therefore, the Deng family can only choose to clean it once a month, which will not affect the appearance and ensure safety.

Since Deng Garden covers a very large area, it is obviously impossible for the Deng family's servants alone to clear all the snow that has accumulated over the past month in one day.

To this end, the Deng family had to invite some professionals from Blizzard City to help. Most of these people are experienced snow craftsmen and cleaners who have professional tools and skills to remove snow more efficiently.

At the same time, the Deng family also needs to prepare a large amount of hot water and food to ensure that these workers can maintain their physical strength and work efficiency in the severe cold.

There is a huge detector at the entrance of Deng Garden. All craftsmen coming and going must line up here to pass through. Only when the machine "beeps" and the green light turns on, proving that they are not carrying any dangerous items and do not have special abilities, will they be allowed to enter Deng Garden.

Such strict inspections are also intended to prevent people with ulterior motives from sneaking into Deng Garden and creating chaos. All those living here are direct relatives of the Deng family. If anything goes wrong, no one can afford the responsibility.

Naturally, Zhang Yi had nothing to do with cleaning the courtyard.

In fact, even though the entire Deng Garden was busy, Deng Shentong's courtyard was still deserted.

This was the rule of Ypsilon—no one was allowed to enter his yard without special permission.

Although Zhu Yunque was Deng Shentong's wife, she did not dare to go against his wishes.

Zhang Yi knew that Zhu Yunque had always disliked him, so he didn't want to look at her arrogant face, and was even more lazy to get close to her.

At this moment, the huge flower garden seemed to have become a natural barrier, isolating Zhang Yi from the outside world. There was no noise from the city, no cold weather, only the faint fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

This made Zhang Yi feel extremely relaxed. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel the breath of nature.

This is good too. He can hide under the protection of Deng Shentong and enjoy a moment of leisure.

After the end of the world, whether it was him, the majestic Lord Chaos, or the deputy captain beside Deng Shentong, it seemed that as long as they had superpowers, they would be constantly involved in the vortex of various wars.

But at first, he was just a person who wanted to stay safely in the shelter away from danger.

Zhang Yi stretched lazily. He sat among the flowers bored, looking at the snow-covered roof not far away, feeling peaceful in his heart.

Snow flakes fell one after another, bringing a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere to the whole world. He closed his eyes, listened to the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the ground, and felt the cold of winter.

Through the transparent glass wall, he could see many workers climbing up the stairs to the roof and clearing the snow with brooms and tools.

Their figures seem particularly small against the backdrop of the white snow, but they work with great energy.

Their efforts reminded Zhang Yi of the days when he was still in Yuelu Community. At that time, the end of the world had just arrived, and people still had hope that the world would return to normal order, so they also worked hard to clear the snow.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but smile.

Although Doomsday has not been in this world for long, he has experienced many things after several rebirths.

Being an ordinary person doesn't seem to be too bad. At least Deng Shentong will protect him, and he can live a peaceful and stable life with peace of mind.

Just then, a cold wind blew, making Zhang Yi shiver. He opened his eyes, looked at the snow scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a little bored. So he decided to get up and move his body.

He stretched himself and then took a stroll in the garden, admiring the surrounding scenery as he walked, and his mood gradually became cheerful.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yi walked to a corner of the garden. There was a white rose planted in a flowerpot. It seemed different from other varieties, with its petals being particularly white.

Zhang Yi stopped and quietly admired the beautiful scene. He couldn't help but think of Deng Shentong's beautiful face, soft silver hair, and fair and tight body...

Zhang Yi couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to touch the white rose. However, when his fingers were about to touch the petals, he suddenly stopped.

He realized what he was doing and couldn't help but laugh at himself. Now Deng Shentong was no longer the prisoner who could be manipulated by him. He also deeply despised his once cruel and greedy self.

But at certain moments, whenever he thought of Deng Shentong, he couldn't control those beautiful or crazy thoughts in his mind, but only when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, would he dare to recall and express his feelings.

He sighed softly, his heart full of helplessness and self-blame. Although he has changed a lot, the shadow of the past still hangs over him.

Zhang Yi cursed himself in a low voice. He knew that if it weren't for his brutality, Deng Shentong might not have suffered so much. And now, he could only use this way to make up for his mistakes.

Just as Zhang Yi was immersed in his chaotic thoughts, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly reached his ears. He turned his head sharply and saw several workers holding various tools standing at the entrance of the flower garden.

Zhang Yi was shocked. He immediately stood up straight with an awkward smile on his face.

"What's wrong with you...?"

One of the workers came forward and said politely:

"According to Mr. Deng's instructions, we need to enter the flower garden to clean up. Is that okay?"

Zhang Yi hesitated. He looked at the white rose and then at the workers. They seemed to be fine, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but be gentle and don't damage the master's flower."

The workers walked into the flower garden carrying tools of all sizes. Zhang Yi stood aside and watched them work, but he couldn't calm down. He always felt a strange feeling.

It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him in the dark. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise.

It looked like someone stepped on a branch and broke it. He looked around cautiously, but found nothing. Am I too suspicious? Zhang Yi thought to himself.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the white rose again.

I saw its petals trembling slightly, as if conveying some message to him.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown. There was no wind in the flower bed, so why would this white rose be like this?

He slowly approached the white rose and carefully observed each of its petals and leaves.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt his heartbeat speed up, as if it was about to jump out of his chest! Years of combat experience told him that this was a sign of impending danger.

Without any hesitation, he quickly dodged to the side.

Almost instantly, a sharp sound of breaking air was heard behind Zhang Yi, and a heavy iron pestle passed across his cheek like lightning and stabbed fiercely into the soil under his feet.

If he hadn't dodged in time, his forehead would have been smashed and a bloody hole would have been left on it!

Zhang Yi was shocked, he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. When he turned around, he saw that the workers who seemed to be ordinary at first now had fierce eyes and gathered around him.

And what they held in their hands were not tools for cleaning the flowerbed, but carefully modified deadly weapons! These people were obviously well prepared, and their purpose was clear - to kill him!