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

Zhang Yi passed through the space gate and landed silently in Deng Shentong's courtyard in Deng Garden like a ghost.

At this time, the night was as dark as ink, deep and quiet. The entire Deng Mansion was immersed in tranquility. The servants had already fallen asleep and knew nothing about the thrilling incident that happened in the laboratory.

Even if there were any rumors, they would only hear that the servant named Zhang Yi had left the Deng family, but they would have no way of knowing the specific circumstances.

Zhang Yi came to the outside of Deng Shentong's bedroom with ease. He held his breath and quietly observed the movements in the room.

The curtains were drawn, but bright light could be seen in the room, obviously Deng Shentong had not fallen asleep.

Zhang Yi listened attentively, and after confirming that there were no unusual sounds inside, he carefully pushed open the door, and flashed into the room like a ghost.

There was a faint fragrance in the room. Deng Shentong was sitting at the desk, holding a document and reading it attentively.

Zhang Yi approached Deng Shentong quietly, greedily absorbing the fragrance from his body, and his restless mood gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Deng Shentong seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head and met Zhang Yi's eyes.

Those light-colored eyes originally held a trace of confusion, but the moment they saw Zhang Yi clearly, they became extremely cold.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, and with a flash of silver-white light in his hand, a lightsaber condensed from supernatural power was already on Zhang Yi's neck, pressing against his throat.

A cold voice without any emotion rang out: "You dare to come back?"

Zhang Yi showed no fear. His eyes were firm and persistent as he stared straight at Deng Shentong. He spoke slowly, "Why shouldn't I come back? Aren't you still here?"

Deng Shentong snorted coldly, and the lightsaber in his hand moved a little closer. There was already a faint trace of blood oozing from Zhang Yi's neck. "It was my negligence to let you escape. Now you dare to fall into my trap. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Zhang Yi looked at him with a trembling gaze, then smiled faintly and said softly, "I'm not afraid. Deng Shentong, you don't have to pretend anymore."

Deng Shentong was slightly startled, and the lightsaber in his hand loosened a little, but his eyes were still cold, "Why are you pretending? I don't understand what you mean. I just took the wrong potion and accidentally let you go."

"Even now, you still like to be stubborn."

Zhang Yi sighed, "That bottle is not a lethal potion at all, but the antidote for compound number three. You didn't intend to kill me at all, but just wanted to use this to completely extricate me from the Deng family's plan."

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "It's a pity that you planned everything but you didn't expect that I, who have always been afraid of death, would come back to find you."

"I said, I don't understand you."

Deng Shentong's expression remained calm, but the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"Since you have successfully escaped, with your strength, you can go anywhere instead of coming back to die."

Zhang Yi gently pushed away the lightsaber at his neck, took a step forward, and closed the distance between him and Deng Shentong. Their breathing intertwined.

"Because I found that what I want more than freedom or life is you." Zhang Yi whispered, his eyes full of sincerity.

Deng Shentong's body trembled slightly, and the hand holding the lightsaber shook even more violently, making it almost impossible for him to hold the hilt.

He gritted his teeth and turned his head to the side, avoiding Zhang Yi's gaze. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not talking nonsense." Zhang Yi's tone was still calm, but with a little more persistence. "Every word I said was from the heart."

Zhang Yi raised his hand and gently held Deng Shentong's cheek, forcing him to turn his head and look directly into his eyes.

His eyes were filled with affection and longing that was impossible to escape.

"Are you so impatient to get rid of me? Do you know how much effort I have put in and how long I have waited in order to stay with you?"

Deng Shentong felt the warmth from Zhang Yi's palm and felt a little flustered.

He tilted his head in disgust, trying to break free from Zhang Yi's hand, "That's your business. I didn't force you to do those things."

Zhang Yi looked at his empty hand and was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, "Aren't you curious about my answer to that question at all?"

Deng Shentong remained silent, his eyes as cold as ice.

Zhang Yi stared at him with determination and affection in her eyes: "I don't want to leave you, even if you don't love me anymore, even if you want to take my life."

When Zhang Yi saw Deng Shentong's eyes suddenly become sharp, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner waves: "In fact, later I gradually understood everything you said."

"I know that I have always been self-righteous, including letting you be reborn twice, which was also because of my own obsession."

"I never asked for your opinion on these things, but I unconsciously thought that as long as I gave, I would get your emotional return."

Zhang Yi lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his voice trembled slightly: "This is inherently unfair. Everyone has their own life trajectory. But I am unwilling to accept this. I long to break into your world and hope that you can respond to me as I love you."

"I know that I have committed a heinous crime. Even if you kill me with one sword, I will not be wronged."

"If you really want to kill me, then do it." He closed his eyes and waited for the final judgment.

However, the expected stinging pain did not come. Zhang Yi opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Deng Shentong's eyes flashing with complex emotions, and the lightsaber in his hand was trembling slightly.

"You...you are really a lunatic." Deng Shentong's voice was filled with helplessness.

Zhang Yi smiled, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Maybe, but I just can't control my feelings for you. If this is madness, then I'd rather stay mad."

Deng Shentong stared at Zhang Yi for a long time, and after that, he slowly put down the lightsaber in his hand.

"What exactly do you want?" Deng Shentong's tone was filled with a hint of fatigue.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"I want to stay by your side and not go anywhere. I won't mention my past identity anymore. It doesn't matter if you don't love me."

"From now on, there will be no Chaos, only Zhang Yi. No matter what decision you make, I will stand by your side."

There was a long silence, as if time had frozen and the air had become heavy. It was so long that Zhang Yi's intense heartbeat could be heard as clearly as a drumbeat.

Finally, the god Deng Tong broke the suffocating silence. He said calmly, "Go back."

After saying that, he turned and walked to the window, with his back to Zhang Yi, leaving Zhang Yi with a cold back.

Zhang Yi felt bitter in his heart. He would rather Deng Shentong kill him with a sword than to chase him away. After all, dying at the hands of Deng Shentong was not scary for him. What was scary was being abandoned by the person he loved the most.

However, at this point, he could no longer do anything that went against Deng Shentong's wishes. Although his heart was filled with pain and reluctance, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

This simple word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He slowly stood up and walked towards the door with heavy steps. Every step he took was like a heavy burden pressing on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

When he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop and look back at Deng Shentong's back. The figure who once gave him warmth and strength has now become so strange and distant.

Tears blurred his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying not to let the tears flow down. Then, he left the room silently and walked out of the yard.

"Wait, the room is over there, don't you know the way?"

Deng Shentong's cold and arrogant voice sounded behind him, with a hint of impatience.

Zhang Yi paused, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. He turned around and looked at Deng Shentong with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You...do you agree that I should stay?" Zhang Yi's voice trembled slightly.

Deng Shentong crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Why, do you want me to invite you back personally?"

Zhang Yi immediately ran back to the room, pounced on Deng Shentong and hugged him in his arms, holding him tightly with his arms as if he was afraid that Deng Shentong would change his mind.

"Owner!"

He seemed to have gotten used to calling her by this name.

Deng Shentong was hugged tightly by Zhang Yi and was caught off guard for a moment.

The young man's strong and powerful arms made him breathless like a giant python, and the heartbeat like a drum in his hot chest was sticking to his back, bringing a strange resonance.

It seemed as if his heartbeat also became more intense at this moment.

"Let go, you're too strong." Deng Shentong complained softly, but his tone was no longer as cold as before.

Zhang Yi hugged Deng Shentong tightly, as if to release all the thoughts and pain he had been feeling for this period of time. He whispered in Deng Shentong's ear: "I will never let you out of my sight again."

Deng Shentong patted Zhang Yi's back gently, signaling him to relax. "I can't breathe if you do this."

Zhang Yi then realized that his behavior was a bit too much. He let go of Deng Shentong, but still held his hand tightly, unwilling to let go. "I'm sorry, I'm just too happy."

Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi, with a complex emotion in his eyes. "Are you really willing to give up everything in the past just to stay by my side?"

Zhang Yi nodded firmly. "Yes, I do. No matter what happens, I will never leave you."

Deng Shentong was silent for a moment, then he sighed softly. "Well, since you insist, then stay. But from now on, your identity will not change."

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with joy, and he nodded vigorously. "I promise you, I'm not a woman, I don't ask for any status. You can do your own thing without worry, I can help you now."

Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi and sighed. He gently patted Zhang Yi's shoulder, indicating that he could let go.

"Okay, now, go take a shower and change into clean clothes. I don't like you looking so dirty." Deng Shentong's tone was teasing.

Zhang Yi smiled sheepishly, knowing that he must be in a state of disarray. "Yes, Master.

Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi's back as he hurriedly ran away, feeling mixed emotions.

"Alas, this guy, there's actually nothing I can do about him..." He sighed softly, with a hint of doting in his eyes.