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

Deng Shentong walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hair. Zhang Yi was just opening the door from outside and the two men met face to face.

Deng Shentong keenly noticed that Zhang Yi's face was not very good, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and he regained his usual calmness. He smiled and said, "Nothing."

He picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table and changed the subject: "Come, I'll help you."

Deng Shentong sat down without hesitation, as he was used to it.

He felt that there seemed to be some conflicts between Zhang Yi and the people in the shelter, and felt a little strange.

Logically speaking, those people should not have done anything to let him down in this life.

Is it the butterfly effect?

Deng Shentong shook his head and stopped thinking about it. After all, it was someone else's private matter.

……

Zhang Yi came out in a bathrobe and took a look. The person on the bed was already asleep.

Deng Shentong's long silver hair spread out on the bed sheets like a waterfall. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto his peaceful face, reflecting a kind of quiet beauty.

The man closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he was immersed in a distant and peaceful dream.

His sleeping posture was elegant and relaxed, his silver hair swaying gently with his breathing.

A black cat ran into the room at some point. It lay quietly in Deng Shentong's arms, squinting its eyes, seeming to be enjoying it.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but slow down his pace.

The fat and strong black cat pressed on Deng Shentong's chest. The weight made Deng Shentong a little breathless and he frowned slightly in his sleep.

Zhang Yi walked over, picked up the black cat and put it on the ground, and whispered to it, "Go away, Huahua, you are too fat."

Huahua called out reluctantly.

It looked at the warm and fragrant embrace reluctantly until it was kicked on the butt by Zhang Yi and then it ran away.

Zhang Yi climbed onto the bed on tiptoe, fearing to wake up the people around him.

After finally lying down in the bed, Zhang Yi opened his eyes but couldn't fall asleep.

This is his home, his bedroom.

The bed sheets had a familiar smell that he hadn't smelled for a long time. Logically, he should have slept quite peacefully.

Deng Shentong’s silver hair was very long, and several strands even crossed the line and spread on Zhang Yi’s pillow.

The unique rose scent that belonged to him penetrated into Zhang Yi's nostrils in waves.

The smell of the sheets mixed with the fragrance of the flowers, and Zhang Yi felt a little dizzy for some reason:

There were people who had slept in this bed before, such as Zhou Keer and Yang Siya, they had both slept in the same bed with Zhang Yi.

That's his woman.

Deng Shentong turned over gently in his dream and faced Zhang Yi. His gentle breath was like a cat's scratch, scratching the side of Zhang Yi's face again and again.

Zhang Yi felt his whole body stiffen instantly, and he couldn't help but turn around to look at that face.

An unguarded, peaceful sleeping face.

Zhang Yi took a breath, his chest heaving slightly, and he felt an indescribable depression.

After a moment, he turned over and got out of bed.

He walked to the window, stood quietly, and stared at the outside world through the glass.

It was pitch black outside the glass, and the night was like a huge curtain, covering everything.

Within a few miles, the former prosperity and bustle have long disappeared, replaced by dead silence.

Where there were once brightly lit homes and sounds of joy and laughter, now there are only empty streets and abandoned buildings.

The post-apocalyptic scene made the city desolate and unfamiliar, no longer the grand scene of thousands of households with bright lights before the apocalypse.

The cold scene before him slightly calmed the restlessness in his heart.

Zhang Yi sat down on the sofa. He knew that there was no way he could go back to bed to sleep tonight.

He held his forehead with both hands, his fingertips deeply embedded in his hair, and let out a long sigh.

An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself that he was really crazy.

After a night of rest, Deng Shentong and his companions took Li Zongyu on the journey back to the Jiangnan region.

Meanwhile, other refugees were left in Tianhai City, where they would serve as laborers.

They have to pedal the generator every day to maintain basic survival needs.

Although such a life was full of hardships and fatigue, at least they no longer had to worry about dying of hunger and cold on the island, or killing each other in despair.

Although this kind of life is difficult, it gives them a glimmer of hope.

Upon arriving in the Gangnam region, Lee Jong-yu immediately fulfilled his promise and revealed to Zhu Zheng the exact location of the God's Source.

After Zhu Zheng learned the news, he seemed extremely excited and took it seriously.

The discovery of the Source of God is of great significance to the Jiangnan region.

Zhu Zheng knew that the discovery of the Source of God meant that the Jiangnan region could potentially have its own Ipsilon, which was the key to improving the region’s strength and status.

Without Ipsilon, the Jiangnan region was always at a disadvantage in the eyes of other regions. This not only affected the overall strength of the region, but also directly affected Zhu Zheng's personal prestige and status.

Zhu Zheng waved his hand gently, indicating that Deng Shentong and his companions could leave first and have a good rest.

Deng Shentong understood in his heart how much Zhu Zheng valued the Source of God and the urgency of this matter.

He knew Zhu Zheng wouldn't let them rest for too long.

Zhu Zheng will definitely send them to the Fog Valley again in a short time to continue to explore and search for the source of God.

This task not only concerns the future of the region, but also his personal destiny.

Deng Shentong's desire for the source of God is deeply rooted in his bones. This is the goal he has pursued all his life.

He longs to break through the existing limits, reach a whole new realm, and become a true Ipsilon, rather than always being regarded as an artificial alien created by technology and hard work.

Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, Deng Shentong decided to use this short rest time to adjust his condition and prepare for the upcoming mission.

After a long six months, Deng Shentong returned to Deng Garden again.

Everything is the same as before, not much has changed.

Deng Shentong walked towards the flower garden involuntarily.

He carefully observed each white rose. These flowers had bloomed and withered several times over the past few months, but they still maintained their vitality.

Deng Shentong stood among the flowers and took a deep breath of the fragrance. The fresh breath seemed to wash away his fatigue and bring his mind a moment of peace and relaxation.

In this sea of ​​flowers, he seemed to have found the long-lost peace, and all his worries and fatigue drifted away with the fragrance of the flowers.

Deng Shentong walked towards the bench that belonged to him alone and slowly lay down along the curve of the bench.

He closed his eyes, ready to take a nap in this quiet afternoon.

The fragrance of flowers and the breeze around him gently brushed across his face, bringing a hint of coolness and tranquility. Deng Shentong's breathing gradually became smoother, and his thoughts began to drift away, as if all his worries and pressures were slowly dissipating with his breathing.