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

Deng Shentong returned to the bedroom again. The black-haired young man on the bed was still sleeping, smacking his lips from time to time and making indistinct mumbling in his sleep.

Yesterday's suit was already wrinkled beyond recognition and thrown carelessly on the sofa. Deng Shentong shook his head slightly, walked to the closet, opened the door, and took out a set of formal clothes that he usually wore.

He slowly walked to the bed and sat down, holding the shirt in his hand, and put it on slowly, buttoning each button carefully, as if he was completing a ritual.

As he adjusted his collar, the body covered with ambiguous traces was gradually hidden and disappeared under the white shirt.

When the last button was fastened, Deng Shentong returned to his cold and ascetic appearance.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if all his emotions were buried deep in his heart, leaving only an outward appearance of indifference and alienation.

Deng Shentong turned his head and stared quietly at Zhang Yi's peaceful sleeping face. The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, revealing a bright smile.

Then he bent down, lifted the long silver hair by the ear with one hand, and gave the young man a light kiss on the cheek.

It was like a feather falling on the snow, leaving no trace, only a glimpse of tenderness.

"Sweet dreams, Chaos."

Deng Shentong lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Then he stood up from the bed, grabbed the windbreaker from the hanger and put it on, then walked out the door without looking back.

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While sleeping, Zhang Yi felt a dazzling light penetrating his eyelids. He couldn't help but frown and tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but this action made him realize that his hands were tied.

He struggled to break free, but found that his body was unusually heavy, as if being suppressed by an invisible force.

Finally, he forced his eyes open, and everything in front of him was blurry.

After a while, the vision gradually became clear, and what came into view was a cold laboratory. The walls and ceiling all exuded a cold and hard metallic luster, and the floor was covered with gray tiles.

Various experimental instruments of strange shapes and unknown functions were neatly placed around, some flashing faint lights, and some emitting low humming sounds.

Zhang Yi blinked, finding it a little unbelievable.

He clearly remembered that he should be on the soft and comfortable big bed in Deng Shentong's room, holding the person of his dreams in his arms.

But now, he was in an unfamiliar environment, tied to a cold operating table, with many testing tubes connected to his body.

Zhang Yi felt a dull pain in his head and his memory became confused.

He didn't know why he was here, nor did he know where this place was.

Was everything that happened last night just a dream? How is that possible?

At this moment, the door of the laboratory suddenly made a "beep" sound, and then slowly opened to both sides. Zhang Yi looked up and saw two people slowly walking in.

He looked closely and was shocked: it was Deng Yuanbo! Following closely behind Deng Yuanbo was the professor from Deng's Technology - Deng Mao.

Deng Mao was seen holding a thick document in his hand, flipping through it while talking to Deng Yuanbo.

The two of them seemed to be completely unaware of Zhang Yi's existence and walked into the laboratory one after the other.

"Didn't my experiment succeed? What does this mean?"

Zhang Yi quickly struggled to his feet and asked the two of them loudly.

Hearing Zhang Yi's voice, Deng Yuanbo and Deng Mao stopped at the same time and turned to look at him.

A hint of surprise appeared on Deng Yuanbo's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so soon." Deng Yuanbo said lightly.

"What exactly do you want to do? Why are you tying me up here?" Zhang Yi asked with a hint of strong vigilance.

Just now he tried to use his supernatural powers, but found that he seemed to have been injected with drugs such as Compound No. 3. How could this be a good thing?

Deng Mao smiled slightly, walked closer to Zhang Yi, and looked down at him.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to conduct some more in-depth research. You are the key to our experiment, so we must ensure your safety." Deng Mao said.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened. "Your so-called research is to tie me up? I'm going to tell Deng Shentong!"

Deng Mao smiled and said, "Tell me, young master? This is my laboratory, no one will hear your shouting. Besides, do you think you are really free? From the moment you entered the Deng family, your fate has been determined."

Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean? If Deng Shentong knew you did this, he would never let you go!"

Deng Yuanbo shook his head at this time and interrupted their conversation: "Deng Mao, don't keep him in suspense. Tell him and let him die with a clear conscience."

Deng Mao's smile faded, and he looked at Zhang Yi expressionlessly, "You are just the fertilizer that the young master uses to break through his supernatural powers. Otherwise, how do you think you can easily enter the Deng family with your identity? How can you get the young master's favor?"

Zhang Yi's face turned pale. He couldn't believe what he heard. His eyes widened, full of shock and confusion.

"No... Impossible! Deng Shentong... What on earth are you talking about? What supernatural power? I don't understand!"

"It's a pity, but this is the truth." Deng Mao's tone was cold and ruthless. "You are very talented, more talented than any previous test subject. You will become Ipsilon once you wake up."

"And the young master only needs the origins of two Ipsilons to successfully break through! Therefore, you are just a tool to the young master."

Zhang Yi's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, and he felt like his world was collapsing in an instant.

How is this possible?

How could Deng Shentong harm him? How could the person who saved him from dire straits time and time again, the person who worried about him all night, the person who took the initiative to kiss him last night, harm him?

Didn't he love him the most?

Some fragments of memories that he had subconsciously ignored flooded into Zhang Yi's mind.

Every time he was in danger, Deng Shentong was sent away from Blizzard City, but it was just a coincidence that Deng Shentong always arrived at the scene in the first time.

How could such a coincidence happen in this world? Unless he had anticipated Zhu Zheng's plan in advance.

Although he had anticipated it, he did not intervene at the first moment, but waited until Zhang Yi could no longer hold on before rushing to the rescue.

There is only one possibility, this is not love at all, but a long-planned plan.

Zhang Yi or Zhu Yunque are both pawns in this huge plan. Perhaps since the first time he saw Zhu Yunque arguing with her, someone has been pushing all this behind the scenes.

The awakening of superpowers requires a person's inner will. The stronger the will, the stronger the awakened superpower will be.

For Zhang Yi, who lives in regret for the past all the time, guilt is the best way to motivate him.

Deng Shentong was obviously very clear about this and had mastered it.

Zhang Yi suddenly felt like a dog, being fooled by this clever man.

It turned out that all this was fake. Deng Shentong's gentleness and care for him were just to use him and absorb his origin to break through.

"No, I don't believe it! It's not true..."

Zhang Yi's body trembled violently, his lips trembled slightly, but he could not utter a word.

His heart was filled with pain and despair. He could never imagine that he was just a tool, a poor guy being used by others!

"Even now, you still have illusions about him." Deng Yuanbo's voice was like a cold wind in winter, blowing through Zhang Yi's heart and making him feel a biting cold.

"If you were not still useful, you would have been disposed of like those failed products."

"Impossible, impossible!"

Zhang Yi suddenly became agitated. He struggled frantically, his eyes were bloodshot and veins bulged on his forehead.

He was like a wounded beast, with a cruel and painful light flashing in his dark pupils. He said viciously: "All this is caused by you! Deng Shentong can't possibly harm me!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, even choking a little, with a bloody smell in his throat, as if he was trying in vain to prove something.

"He loves me, he obviously loves me!"