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

At night, the temperature on the coastline dropped suddenly, and the air was filled with a biting chill.

On the beach, a thin layer of mist began to rise slowly, like a veil, covering the sand.

This layer of cold fog made the already cold night even colder, as if even time had frozen in the fog.

The bonfire was dancing tenaciously in the mist, its flames looking hazy and weak in the humid air.

A few tents were looming in the mist.

There was a rustling sound from one of the tents, and then a blurry figure walked out.

The bright moonlight fell on his silver hair, and that man was Deng Shentong.

He looked around, then turned and walked into the dense forest.

The dense forest was filled with poisonous miasma and the air was filled with a suffocating stench.

The branches and leaves of the trees appeared twisted and eerie in the dim light, as if every leaf was telling an unknown secret.

The ground was covered with thick fallen leaves and dead branches, which concealed potential dangers.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it waves of disgusting miasma, making the atmosphere of the entire forest even more depressing and terrifying.

Deng Shentong's figure seemed out of place with the surrounding scene.

He was calm and graceful, as if he was taking a spontaneous walk in the woods.

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, a dead branch on the ground was stepped on and broke with a crisp sound, and Deng Shentong also stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the darkness behind him, a sharp flash in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Mr. John, come out after following me for so long."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out in the silent forest, and a tall and burly man gradually walked out from the darkness.

The person who came was John.

I don’t know if it’s because of the thick fog and the terrifying atmosphere in the jungle, but John’s originally handsome and cheerful face became a little gloomy.

"Mr. Deng is smarter and more interesting than I thought. Really interesting."

John approached Deng Shentong step by step.

His eyes flashed with undisguised, beast-like greed, and he said with a strange smile: "I like smart people the most, especially beautiful smart people."

Deng Shentong took a step back. His expression remained unchanged, but his hand was on the silver gun at his waist and he subconsciously pulled the trigger.

John stopped opposite Deng Shentong. His tall figure was like an unshakable mountain, giving people a pressure that could not be ignored.

Deng Shentong stood in the shadow he cast, his beautiful eyes looking particularly clear.

He said coldly, "What are you doing following me here so late at night, Mr. John?"

"I want to ask you something."

John raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled maliciously: "What are you doing in this poisonous fog forest in the middle of the night? Is there something shameful..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and lift up the silver hair on the side of Deng Shentong's face.

The moment his fingers touched the shiny hair, John's whole body froze!

There was a sudden cold metallic touch on the back of my head!

John turned his head stiffly, only to see a young man in black clothes appear behind him in the darkness, holding a silver-gray spear against the back of his head.

After arriving at Sing Tao Island, Zhang Yi didn't say much. He was like an invisible marginal figure, and John couldn't help but ignore him.

However, now this black-haired young man was looking at him with an indifferent gaze as if he were looking at a dead person, and the strong murderous intent emanating from him made people dare not underestimate him.

John was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "Mr. Deng, what does your men mean by this?"

Zhang Yi continued to hold the muzzle of the gun against his head, the murderous intent in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

"I'll count to three,"

He said mercilessly: "Take your hands away."

John stared at Zhang Yi in silence. There seemed to be undercurrents in his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"three,"

"two,"

Before Zhang Yi finished counting, John suddenly let go of his hand.

He seemed to have suddenly become a different person. A cynical smile was put on his face again, and he said in a lighthearted and cheerful tone: "Oh, why are you so serious? It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"I was just playing a little joke on Mr. Deng~" John stretched out the last syllable, made a little gesture, and smiled in a way that made him look like he deserved a beating.

Deng Shentong turned his gaze to Zhang Yi and nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhang Yi slowly put down the gun.

He tilted his head, his long silver hair falling down the side of his face, and smiled slightly, "I'm afraid Mr. John has misunderstood something. I just got up to go to the bathroom."

"LOL, really?"

John scratched his head, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "All your men came with you when you got up at night. You two have a really good relationship."

He turned around and prepared to leave, but turned back and added with a hint of meaning: "You should pray that he can protect you at all times."

Zhang Yi's eyes darkened and he was about to lose his temper, but Deng Shentong held his hand and shook his head.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong, his expression gradually softened, and he asked softly, "Are you okay, Captain?"

"I am fine."

Deng Shentong looked at the direction John left and said thoughtfully.

Although there was a minor incident, the second half of the night passed peacefully.

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn again, and everyone came out of their tents one after another and started to move around.

As agreed upon during the invitation, Kulim took out a stack of picture albums from his bag.

When they saw the silver-white cover, Obengqius and Deng Shentong both looked nostalgic and touched.

This was an album of paintings by Obernius. Without even opening it, both of them knew that it was filled with white, all kinds of white.

Cool, holy, gorgeous, and so on. Every page is a different yet identical white.

There are paintings of Deng Shentong all over it.

"Ah... I really didn't expect that it could be preserved until now."

Obengius smiled bitterly and said with a hint of sadness: "Thank you for keeping it all the time, Kulim."

He is the most talented art student in the Academy of Fine Arts and is passionate about depicting holy gods.

Those portraits of people with different expressions and shapes were once the most satisfying works of his artistic career and were praised by countless famous artists.

However, after he graduated, due to family pressure, he had to put down his painting brush and enter the officialdom.

On the day he decided to get married, he personally threw the album, on which he had poured countless efforts, into the trash can.

But no one expected that many years later, at the end of the world, Kulim would be able to preserve it intact until now.