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

When Deng Yuanbo heard Deng Shentong's words, his whole body trembled violently and he subconsciously took a step back.

His pupils contracted and he looked at Deng Shentong with disbelief, feeling as if he didn't recognize this always well-behaved and docile junior at this moment.

"you……"

Deng Yuanbo opened his mouth, but found his throat so dry that he could hardly make a sound.

He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes, let alone accept this reality.

Once upon a time, Deng Shentong was the pride of the family and a person with high hopes.

But now, he has become so strange and indifferent.

Absolute power can change everything, and Deng Shentong is no exception.

He is now a powerful Ipsilon-class Inhuman, possessing the power to overturn the world.

This power freed him from the constraints of his family and made him the object of the family's flattery.

Deng Yuanbo suddenly realized that he had always underestimated Deng Shentong's strength and ambition.

He originally thought that Deng Shentong had always had strong self-control and would not easily betray his family.

But now it seems that this is only because he does not have enough strength to challenge the authority of the family.

Deng Shentong stood there quietly, looking at Deng Yuanbo with cold eyes.

He knew that from this moment on, the relationship between him and his family would change completely.

He is no longer the person who needs to rely on his family, but an independent and strong individual.

He had his own goals and plans. As for the interests of the family, they were not within his scope of concern before he officially took over the position of head of the family.

At this moment, Deng Yuanbo finally understood that Deng Shentong was no longer someone they could control.

Deng Shentong stopped beating Deng Yuanbo and quickly put away his aggressive demeanor. His eyes softened and he said respectfully, "Uncle, please go out. I will take care of it."

Deng Yuanbo knew that he had no choice now. He sighed and stared at Deng Shentong's handsome face. Finally, he reluctantly warned him, "Don't let me down, Shentong."

The lightsaber hanging at Deng Mao's throat suddenly disappeared. He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. After giving Zhang Yi a fierce look on the iron bed, he followed Deng Yuanbo out of the laboratory.

The door of the laboratory slowly closed behind Deng Shentong, making a slight "click" sound, like a seal that isolated them from the outside world.

In the silent enclosed space, only he and Zhang Yi were left. The air seemed to be frozen, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Zhang Yi's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight into Deng Shentong's eyes, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his heart through his eyes.

Deng Shentong just looked back at him quietly, showing no emotion.

Zhang Yi's mouth curled into a somewhat crazy smile, with a hint of madness and despair.

After removing those disguises, they are no longer close friends or lovers, nor are they master and servant or sworn enemies.

Remove all these layers of identities and entanglements, and there are only him and him, two people left.

It has been three lifetimes in total.

Across the long river of time, they looked at each other again and realized that the passage of time did not erase the grudges and hatreds between them, but made these emotions even deeper.

But now their positions have been reversed.

"...Deng Shentong, can I hear the truth? What do you think of me?"

Zhang Yi lay expressionless on the cold iron bed, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. Suddenly, he sneered, his laughter was full of self-mockery and despair.

"In your eyes, everything I do is ridiculous, right? You clearly hate me to the core, but I still firmly believe that you love me. Is it so satisfying to play with people's hearts?!"

Deng Shentong stood quietly beside the bed. Hearing Zhang Yi's question, he shook his head gently, his voice low and gentle.

"I never hated you, Chaos."

Zhang Yi seemed to be instantly ignited by these words. He pulled the chains wrapped around his body violently, making a loud noise.

His body was shaking with anger, and his eyes were flashing with a mixture of pain and anger.

"Then why did you lie to me?! Why did you pretend that you loved me? Why did you expose it all when I was the happiest and tell me it was all fake?!"

His voice was tearful and he roared like a wounded beast.

Deng Shentong looked at him silently, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and he did not choose to answer this question.

Silence filled the air, and time seemed to stand still. Only Zhang Yi's roar echoed in the room, hitting the wall, as if to release all the pain.

Tears fell from the corners of Zhang Yi's eyes. He cried, and cried a mess. At this moment, he really felt that he had lost, and lost completely.

"Can you give me a reason... What did I do wrong? Why do you still look down on me even though I've already given everything?!"

Zhang Yi choked up and murmured, "You weren't like this before... Even if I didn't need to do anything, you would still stand by my side."

"Deng Shentong, you have changed." Zhang Yi said with a wry smile.

Deng Shentong narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he smiled: "So, you like me who obeys you in everything?"

Zhang Yi was suddenly stunned. He didn't understand what Deng Shentong meant by this.

Deng Shentong slowly walked towards the cold iron bed.

He stood beside the bed, looking down at Zhang Yi who was tied to the bed with a condescending attitude, with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes revealed a chilling indifference.

"It's not that I have changed, but that you have never really seen through me." Deng Shentong's tone was flat, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"I used to always obey you, pamper you, and be kind to you, but that was not the real me. In fact, I didn't love you at all, and I even wanted to kill you from the beginning..." Deng Shentong's words were like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing Zhang Yi's heart.

After saying this, Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at Zhang Yi with eyes as sharp as swords, "So now, Zhang Yi, will you still love me as before?"

Zhang Yi's eyes widened as he stared at the familiar yet strange man in front of him in disbelief. His heart was like a turmoil, with all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined.

"I don't know what you're talking about...Anyway, you are you, what difference does it make."

Deng Shentong chuckled, then slowly leaned over, put his face close to Zhang Yi's ear, and whispered, "It's okay, you can think about it slowly on your way to the underworld after you die, Zhang Yi... I hope that by then you can figure out who you really love."

As the last word fell, Deng Shentong stood up straight, walked to the laboratory table, picked up another tube of medicine, and injected it into the syringe.

Deng Shentong walked to Zhang Yi with an expressionless face, holding the syringe in his hand high, the needle tip flashing sharply under the light.

Zhang Yi's face turned pale as paper. His face was already covered with tears. He looked as miserable as a stray dog. He smiled bitterly and said, "You finally have the heart to kill me."

Deng Shentong looked at him quietly, without a trace of pity on his face.

"I said I don't hate you, I'm just doing what I should do."