I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

go home! "

"Why are we back all of a sudden?" Chu Xinze casually unbuttoned his shirt, looking at T91 not far away.

T91, which has never bought a skin, is not like other krypton gold systems. It is an ethereal elf, a naive cute thing, and a handsome humanoid form. Its entity is a clumsy robot.

Maybe it’s because it’s just a cheap gift from the show. The lab never thought that there would be a system that would not buy skins, and use them for such a long time, so that if they don’t use them for a period of time, it’s easy to be ineffective. As soon as the power was cut off, it was twisting its bulky body to warm up.

"Received instructions from the higher-ups, and urgently repatriated."

Uncompromising, Chu Xinze withdrew his gaze, took off the sensor suit on his body, and with this action, a sexy and beautiful ketone body was exposed in the air.

His skin is pale, which is different from the paleness that usually does not see the sun, but the unique whitening of jade, which seems to have the luster of the clear jade color leaching from every bone and blood vessel.

There is not half a raised muscle in the whole body, but if you feel it carefully, you will find that in the evenly distributed lean and slender body, there are some explosive power like a cheetah, either hidden or killed in one blow.

In the bathroom, Chu Xinze put herself under the shower head, closed her eyes, and let the warm water lightly sprinkle on her face, slide down her neck, flow through her whole body, and finally flow into the sewer.

This is his little habit.

Although he knew that during the small world shuttle mission, the sensor suit worn on his body would automatically clean the dirt on his body, and this kind of all-round automatic cleaning without dead ends was far more thorough than doing it himself, but every time he returned, he It's still the first time to take a shower.

It was like this that he felt that he was still alive.

After nearly half an hour, the door of the bathroom opened, and he walked out barefoot in a bathrobe casually. With his slightly damp hair dripping with small drops of water from time to time, he picked up a pack of cigarettes and lit them.

In the familiar dense smoke, he seemed to think of something, turned his head, and sure enough, the clumsy robot that was not far away before had disappeared.

Thinking about coming to T91, she must be impatient to buy skins. At this point, Chu Xinze couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

In fact, he prefers the clumsy robot image of T91 compared to other grotesque system images.

This reminded him of the nanny robot at home when he was still alive.

With the passage of time, Chu Xinze has almost forgotten some things before his death, and only two things he remembers most clearly.

One is the nanny robot who has been with him for more than ten years, and the other is...

The smoke from the cigarette between his fingers covered the honey-like color in those charming eyes.

As if thinking of something, those eyes suddenly smiled.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, the optical brain on his wrist turned on, and on the blue screen spread out in mid-air, an email appeared in front of him, and there was only one sentence on it.

—Come to the office.

The person who asked the teacher to ask the crime finally came.

He took a last puff of the cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt out, walked to the closet, took out a set of casual clothes and changed into it.

Looking at the familiar and gentle eyes of the young man in the mirror, he raised his eyebrows, and reached out to stroke all the slightly damp hair on his forehead.

Because of this action, his originally good facial features were all exposed to the air.

It has to be said that what has been hidden under gentleness from the beginning to the end has always been an overly gorgeous face, like a rose hidden with thorns, who knows how to live among thousands of flowers without being eye-catching.

And once he no longer hides, no one dares to compete with him.

Suddenly, the person in the mirror curled his lips into a smile, those peach blossom eyes dyed with honey, at this moment, were as sharp as a sharp knife out of its sheath.

At the same time, in a certain office, a manager in a suit and leather shoes was standing aside. Behind the desk opposite him, a man in a lead gray suit lowered his head, and his big bony hands were slowly flipping through the pages. Start with the data in hand.

On the mahogany desk not far from his hand, there were some documents scattered. Looking from the corner of the document, one can vaguely see the man's gentle eyebrows and eyes.

After a long time, after reading the last word on the document, he put the document in his hand on the table, and organized it together with the document he had read.

And the detailed information with the inch photo is right at the top.

The young man in the photo has mild brows and eyes, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are half-closed behind the broken hair, and the light brown color of the eyes seems to be suffused with the color of caramel, as if taking a deep breath, you can taste a little sweet fragrance.

The young man's lips were slightly raised, and a harmless breath rushed towards his face. The gentle smile seemed to go deep into the bone marrow and planted in the depths of the soul.

However, only a man who knows young people knows what kind of sharp and cold blade is hidden under this gentle face.

Looking at the smile on the lips of the man in the photo, the man was unconsciously dazed. In a trance, he seemed to see a slender young man in a white shirt leaning against the window after work in a hazy night, throwing a strip of paper beside him. The tie was torn off casually, and two shirt buttons were also undone, exposing the slender neck to the air.

He held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, and the rising smoke from the cigarette covered the honey-like color in those charming peach blossom eyes.

As if hearing the sound of the door opening, he tilted his head while smoking a cigarette by the window, his handsome and elegant face was exposed in the bright moonlight amidst the white smoke, but with a different kind of lazy face.

Thinking of this, the man's eyes darkened slightly, and the thumb holding the document unconsciously rubbed against the face of the photo.

There are always many accidents in a person's life, which may be beautiful, dangerous, or unpleasant.

And the acquaintance with the young man, Ye Zeyang thought, this was probably the most beautiful accident in his life.

Many years ago, he was calculated by the hostile forces, and after being sealed with his memory, he was thrown into the small world. In order to kill him with other hands, the opponents gave him the worst identity, the darkest In life, there was no way out for him at all.

At that time, he doubted himself and lost his ability, just like countless outcasts in the world who were digging food in the garbage dump, confused.

The memory in his mind told him that he should believe that he was a poor abandoned child who starved to death on the street at any time, and he even clearly remembered the words his mother said to him with a smile when she threw him down: Be good, stand up! Don't move here, mom will go buy you a cake.

But there always seemed to be a voice in his heart saying that this was not his life.

He shouldn't appear here, he shouldn't be in such a mess, he should be born high, he should have a high point that others can't reach in his life.

However, this is completely opposite to everything in reality.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, and even asks himself nervously every day, who is he?Why……

Day after day, he felt that his illness was getting worse and worse, and when he felt that he would completely become crazy, this person appeared in front of him.

He will never forget that day, the little boy standing at the school gate waiting for the levitation car to pick him up, wearing a neat and clean school uniform, looked at him with mentally retarded eyes and talked to himself for a long time, while licking the cone Cream, said in a crisp voice: You are you, there are so many reasons.

After saying this, he rolled his eyes so much that if he didn't pay attention, the milkshake with a cone on the corner of his mouth was mushy, which instantly added an indelible sweetness to the teachings that seemed to be full of philosophy. Tube smell.

So much so that when Ye Zeyang grew up, he always felt that their first encounter was sweet.

And Ye Zeyang, who was awakened by a single word, seems to be really helpless in the small world, but as Tiandao's "godson", he can walk sideways no matter which world he is in, even if he is the son of luck that Tiandao likes. The main characters have to step aside.

After all, there is a son of luck in every world of heaven, and there is only one godson who goes to heaven and enters the earth.

Ye Zeyang, who has everything since birth, feels that he has tried another brand new life in that small world.

From nothing to everything in my hands.

The process of fighting is beautiful and moving. Of course, the most important thing is because of the person who fights side by side with him.

Lang rode a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed.

He always thought that they might be another form of "childhood sweethearts" in the ancient poetry.

Everything seems to be going well for them.

In the intertwined space, the young man is a young hero who talks, laughs and feasts. In the mall, the young man is an extremely sharp knife. In private, the young man is taking a nap by the window with a cigarette after work, smiling and waiting for him to go home. rice lover.

They will rub their ears together in the dark, clasping their fingers tightly, kissing and panting passionately when they are in love, they always think that they have everything, and they will live a stable and peaceful life like this.

however……

Youth is dead.

Just like that, they were caught off guard, and on their happiest day, they closed their eyes forever.

As if thinking of the blood dripping at the scene, the man's eyes were dark and dark, and his fingers trembling slightly while holding the stack of documents.

On the other hand, the manager who didn't know what was going on, felt the sudden drop in temperature in the office, and couldn't help shaking his heart.

However, he knew that the vicious god in front of him had changed his temperament since he was plotted against by his opponent. Many people in the headquarters still remember that he was holding a sword with a blank face that day. Killed to the top floor.

Anyone who participated in this matter was almost killed by him.

The entire headquarters was almost completely stained red with blood.Later, things got so big that they even alarmed the one at the top.

Of course