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

Is he really going to die here?

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's heartless back with empty eyes, as if the whole world was reduced to a barren snowfield, without any life or hope.

The tenderness and the lingering past of last night now seemed like just an illusory dream. It turned out that everything was fake, and Deng Shentong had never truly forgiven him!

Zhang Yi didn't understand why Deng Shentong treated him like this. Was it because his faults were too serious that Deng Shentong was so resolute?

Or perhaps, all this was just Deng Shentong's punishment, and he was just an insignificant role in this plan.

Tears flowed down Zhang Yi's eyes, blurring the slender figure of the silver-haired man in front of him. His heart was in pain as if it was torn apart, but he was powerless to change it.

He once tried to understand Deng Shentong, but now he found that no matter what he did, he could not get into the heart of this beautiful but extremely cold man.

He will always be an insignificant dog, and no matter how much he gives, he will not get the slightest response.

If Deng Shentong had resisted him from the beginning, retaliated against him, driven him out of Blizzard City or even killed him directly, perhaps Zhang Yi would not have felt as painful as he does now.

But now, he has fallen deeply in love with Deng Shentong, and this love has become his greatest torture.

Why deceive him and deal him a fatal blow at his most hopeful moment!

The needle of the syringe flashed with a sharp cold light and gradually approached the skin of Zhang Yi's neck. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

He can't just die like this!

Suddenly, Zhang Yi shouted at Deng Shentong's back with all his might: "Deng Shentong, you can't just ignore me!"

Deng Shentong paused, turned around and looked at him coldly.

Deng Mao was afraid that Deng Shentong would be persuaded, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Sir, don't pay attention to him. You are about to become a superhuman at the level of Dian Hei Chariot. You can't be soft-hearted just because of a servant!"

Deng Yuanbo also looked at this outstanding heir quietly. Although he was a little worried, he did not intend to intervene at this moment.

He believed that Deng Shentong would make the right choice. After all, he was the one who proposed the plan in the first place.

"Deng Shentong...let them all go out! Even if I die, I want you to kill me with your own hands."

Zhang Yi's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Deng Shentong's face, which was calm and somewhat scary, with uncontrollable pain and despair in his eyes.

His voice was trembling and he couldn't hide his sobs, as if he would collapse completely in the next second.

"I beg you……"

Deng Shentong narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood there quietly, without saying a word, as if he was thinking about some important issue, or as if he was making a difficult decision.

The laboratory was dead silent. Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound for fear of breaking the eerie silence.

I don’t know how long it was before a heavy sigh suddenly sounded, breaking the deathly silence.

Deng Shentong's thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, like the fluttering of butterfly wings, and then slowly fell, covering the complex emotions in his deep eyes.

"Uncle, Deng Mao, you two go out first." He said softly, his tone so calm that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

When Zhang Yi heard this, his body suddenly stiffened and his struggling movements stopped instantly. His eyes were fixed on Deng Shentong and could not move away even a little bit.

Deng Yuanbo frowned, feeling an uneasy premonition in his heart. He vaguely felt that things seemed to be out of his control again.

“Magic power.”

He spoke softly, with a hint of warning in his tone: "Don't forget how much effort and hard work our Deng family has put in for this day!"

Deng Shentong took a deep breath.

At this moment, the whole room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Everyone's heartbeat seemed to be magnified countless times, echoing clearly in the air.

Deng Mao tightly gripped the syringe in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly; Zhang Yi's eyes gradually turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to fall at any time; while Deng Shentong clenched his palms tightly, veins bulging under his pale skin, revealing his inner struggle.

Everyone looked at him nervously, waiting quietly for him to make the final decision.

Finally, Deng Shentong slowly loosened his clenched fists, as if he had lost all his strength.

He shook his head gently and said calmly: "You guys go out."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. Zhang Yi was so excited that he could not control himself. He tightly grasped the chain, his body shaking with excitement, and even the metal bed board made loud noises.

"Deng Shentong!"

He called out the name hoarsely once again, as if crying blood.

Zhang Yi laughed sadly, his eyes revealing a kind of almost crazy determination. He stared at Deng Shentong closely, tears flashing in his eyes, like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood, desperately grasping at this glimmer of hope:

"Hahahaha... I knew you still love me, right?!"

"you!"

Deng Yuanbo suddenly looked at Deng Shentong, a trace of disbelief revealed on his old face. He didn't understand why the usually shrewd Deng Shentong would give in again and again for this guy Zhang Yi.

Deng Mao's eyes rolled. He was holding the syringe, less than half an inch away from Zhang Yi's neck blood vessel.

This is a major event that concerns the future of the Deng family. Since the young master has been deceived by me and is confused for a moment, make the choice for him!

Thinking of this, Deng Mao's eyes became firm. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, raised his hand suddenly, and stabbed Zhang Yi who was tightly bound without hesitation!

Zhang Yi's face turned pale as paper in an instant. He could feel the shadow of death gradually looming over him. The blood in his body seemed to freeze into ice at this moment, and a chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

He opened his eyes wide, his dark pupils suddenly contracted, fear and despair intertwined.

At this critical moment, Deng Mao suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and his whole body stiffened as he looked down.

A lightsaber condensed from supernatural power was suspended in mid-air above his neck, the sharp blade flashing with cold light.

The threat of death made him dare not move an inch. He could only move his eyes and hold his breath to look in the direction of Deng Shentong: "Young Master...?"

Deng Shentong adjusted his cuffs slowly and said calmly, "I don't really like people disobeying my orders..."

He suddenly raised his eyelids, and his eyes pierced Deng Mao like a sharp sword.

"Take it upon yourself."

As Deng Shentong's cold voice fell, Deng Mao trembled all over, and the lethal agent in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Anger gradually welled up in Deng Yuanbo's eyes. He could no longer maintain his composure. The beads in his hand broke with a "snap", and the precious jade fell to the ground with a clang.

"Deng Shentong! What on earth do you want to do?! Are you really going to let him go at this time?"

However, facing this chaotic scene, Deng Shentong's expression remained calm. He just glanced at Deng Yuanbo coldly and said, "Uncle, I told you not to interfere in my affairs."

He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a beautiful but chilling smile:

"Unless, you have had enough of the position of the head of the family."