The villain he is too charming

In the living room, Xu Rongjuan curled up on the sofa, leaning sideways, listening to Fu Xin explaining the key points of survival and the recently discovered types of evolved zombies.

He speaks neither fast nor slow, with clear logic and a cool tone, which makes people unconsciously concentrate.

Fang Hai slowly swallowed the compressed biscuits in his mouth. The onion-flavored biscuits were rough, but filled his stomach with a sense of fullness.He listened while eating, and he was fascinated by it. When he heard Fu Xin talking about those evolved zombies, he couldn't help asking: "Professor Fu, I want to ask, are those evolved zombies conscious?"

Fang Hai saw the crowd suddenly stopped, and his voice was a little bit lowered, with a bit of astringency: "Will the evolved zombies have human consciousness and memory?"

Fang Hai thought about this question too many times, and it even drove him crazy.He will never forget that when he went to chase away from him to find his father's mother who was infected, he searched for a long time, and finally found two zombies wandering hand in hand on a certain street.

He hid in the alley at the entrance of the alley, looking at the familiar clothes and back from a distance, tears streaming down his face.

"meeting."

Fang Hai was stunned, but the cold voice shattered his luck, "But this is only a minority of the minority. After most humans are infected, the virus has already broken through the body's defense system, and they are already dead. Those wandering zombies It is just supported by some kind of virus, and it is constantly looking for food according to instinct."

"As for the mutated zombies, they are brand new individuals."

Fu Xin took out the bloody crystal nucleus in his hand, and said indifferently: "They rely on the energy provided by the crystal nucleus to survive, and have the remaining memories of their bodies, but they are not human beings."

"They are a brand-new species, using human bodies as fertilizer, growing and evolving continuously."

Xu Rong tapped his index finger on the armrest of the sofa, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"However, there is another possibility. Some people will be between the two forms."

Fu Xin tilted his head, and his indifferent face inexplicably brought a bit of compassion, "If someone awakens during the infection."

"And then?" a girl asked.

Fu Xin closed her eyes, paused for a few seconds, and said softly, "I don't know."

Xu Rong lowered his eyes slightly, looking extraordinarily quiet, losing the wantonness he deliberately kept in his daily life.He thought lightly in his heart, it turns out that you can also deceive people.

"Life is not defined by the carrier." Fu Xin said suddenly, with unexpected warmth in his words.

"What do you mean?" a boy asked curiously.

Fu Xin: "If, you become a dog. Do you think you are a dog or a human being."

The boy stammered and asked: "The question is, how did I become a dog."

"Not necessarily." Fu Xin said calmly, "If you put your consciousness into the body of a dog, how would you define yourself."

"Do you think you're a human? Or a dog?"

The boy frowned, thought for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "I think, even if others think I'm a dog, I still think I'm a human."

Fu Xin: "Don't simply define life by form."

"Professor Fu, will any awakened person transform into other forms, such as animals, plants, or even metal?" Fang Haifa asked.

Fang Xiu opened her eyes wide, filled with admiration.Great-grandfather's mind-changing was really fast, and he thought of this so quickly.The abilities of the Awakened are varied and strange, each with its own special function.

Being weak is not useless, and being strong is not necessarily useless.Everything depends on the usage environment and purpose.

"existing."

"The military has already appeared, the awakened ones who can turn into metal."

A boy exclaimed: "The body turns into a flying sword."

A girl complained: "A flying sword, there is no one on it. I wanted to be a sword fairy, but ended up becoming a sword stepped on by a sword fairy."

Fang Xiu was amused. A certain awakened person she knew was really turned into a weapon, and she often complained that she couldn't be more handsome.When others were fighting duels, they looked like humans using supernatural powers, and a group of fans yelled at each other; while he turned into a flying knife, desolate and desolate, no one cared about him.

Fu Xin was silent for a moment, then said aloud, "Define yourself. Only you can define yourself."

Xu Rong was stunned, his eyes fixed on that familiar handsome face.Looking carefully, his pupils faintly flashed a little silvery white, not that kind of pure black.

Strictly speaking, his facial features are sharp and deep, that kind of pure perfection, too much like a well-polished humanoid machine.When you first see it, it is easy to feel a little bit stunned. Is this still a human being?If it is too sharp, it will hurt you if you touch it.

Xu Rong saw the corners of his lips move slightly, and saw his unspoken words.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

Xu Rong thought of the long past.

At that time, he was sitting on the laboratory bench, looking at the person in the white lab coat boringly conducting the experiment, and then asked a boring question: "Are you afraid of death?"

"afraid."

"I thought, aren't you afraid?"

"died."

"What I want to protect, I can't protect anymore."

"Human?"

Xu Rong remembered that he glanced at it indifferently, his inorganic eyes flickered slightly, filled with incomprehensible eyes and emotions.

After a long silence, Xu Rong looked at his tall figure quietly, until the energy supporting his body gradually disappeared, and the body in front of him became taller and taller, like a giant.

"I'm hungry." He closed his eyes, his voice extremely weak.

Xu Rong thought at the time, can he hear it?He lay on the cold experimental table, letting his thoughts scatter, indulging in the confusion and fragility of losing his senses.

He panted lowly, suddenly thought a lot, the suppressed emotions in his chest were growing crazily, that special, indistinguishable, various emotions, he had read too many people's memories, felt There are too many emotions, and the brain is running at high speed, processing those emotions that obviously do not belong to him.

He thought sadly, in this world, if he is too immersed, can he still distinguish himself?Suddenly, he touched the warm skin and smelled sweet blood.

He was held up by his hands, and he heard his low and cold voice.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

Xu Rong was a little lost in thought, his gaze flicked over the crowd.

The same words now sound like a world away.

Fu Xin didn't stop, but went on to talk about the military's actions.That night, he seemed to be an eloquent teacher on campus, telling everyone about the seriousness of the situation and the difficult situation facing mankind.

When Yan Guining returned to the living room, he saw Xu Rongwei's ecstatic eyes. He was curled up on the sofa, peaceful and quiet, just like a lazy white cat.The slender fingertips clasped on the knees, tapping lightly, most of the face was covered by the scattered black hair, leaving only the pursed lips, which were faint and somewhat cool.

Yan Guining knew clearly that his eyes were not on Fu Xin, but the light tapping of his fingertips unconsciously proved that he was listening, extremely serious.

At this moment, Yan Guining suddenly realized: After waking up, what is that unknown emotion that I feel from time to time?It was jealousy, a surge of jealousy that almost melted him, and he seemed to be trying to break free from his gentle face, trying to turn into a ferocious beast that devoured people.

There is only contention and possession in the eyes.

Almost out of control, he struggled, lost, and even had a dull pain, unable to escape.But when it was about to explode, the young man looked over at the moment when he broke free from the cage.

In the darkness, cold white light scattered in this small area.

He smiled slightly, the softness in his eyes, like the floating light in the years, was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to touch it.

Yan Guining's pupils shrank slightly, his heart softened suddenly, his eyes showed tenderness like water, he walked over slowly, handed over the porcelain bowl in his hand, restrained the greed in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "Eat some."

His heart was trembling, and for some reason, he was a little excited when he touched the young man's skin.

Xu Rong took it, and the thin porcelain bowl seemed to be soaked in cold water, making it warm rather than scalding.He picked up the round white porcelain spoon, looked at the bright yellow custard in the porcelain bowl, and sighed, "I'm not a child anymore."

He lightly spooned it, but didn't put it in his mouth. Instead, he looked at the girl beside Fang Hai who was peeking over. After thinking about it, he waved, "Come here."

The girl was wearing a small floral dress, her face was white and tender, her eyes were sparkling brightly, she hid shyly and pulled Fang Hai's arm beside her.

Yan Guining: "Come here."

Fang Hai heard this, and said in a low voice: "Go, big brother is waiting for you."

Xu Rong lowered his head slightly and looked at the girl walking towards him. Her black hair was disheveled, her clever eyes blinked, and there was still a bit of innocence on her face, looking at herself pitifully.

"Thank you, brother."

"Eat."

Xu Rong was rarely calm. He watched the girl sitting beside her, holding a spoon in her hand, leaning against the small tea table, eating this rare fresh custard.Looking at the girl's black hair, he carefully stretched out his hand, bent over, and gently smoothed it out for her.

He thought for a while, looking for a small comb.Just when he raised his head, a pair of hands beside him handed it over.

Yan Guining: "Use it, it's clean."

Xu Rong nodded slightly, and took over the white comb and the small black rubber band.He combed the girl's hair that hadn't been done for a long time, his movements were gentle and delicate, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." The girl replied immediately without any hesitation.

Lin Zihan sat in the corner, watching the scene in front of him, inexplicably remembered a thank you post he had seen on Rong's user forum. Rong's low-key is buried in his bones. The product release is low-key, and the public welfare is also low-key.If it wasn't for that post, Lin Zihan would never have known that Rong had been providing help to children who lost their parents and couldn't live alone many years ago.

Later, society progressed, and children were able to grow up under the blessing of the government. Rong turned to develop a number of intelligent robots that protect and accompany children. Everything Rong has done has never been publicized, but he has been doing it silently for decades.

He likes children, Lin Zihan thought to himself.

Xu Rong looked at the girl, smiled and said, "That's okay, thank you to the person next to me..."

"Uncle is very good at craftsmanship." The girl's voice was soft, childish and cute.

Everyone present looked at Yan Guining, who had a slightly dark complexion, and laughed in their stomachs.

Fang Hai coughed, "Wenwen, this big brother is still very young."

"Mom said that a brother who can cook should be called an uncle." The girl retorted seriously, "Every time my mother takes me to the house of a beautiful big sister, there will always be an uncle who cooks delicious food."

Xu Rong was slightly stunned, without saying a word, slowly tied up the girl's hair and braided two simple braids.

Fang Xiu turned on the game screen recording, watching this scene, her heart flew away.She thought of the historical museums that housed the historical records that survived the dark ages, and the gossip that was talked about on the virtual network.

Marshal Yan has never married. His relationship history has always been the focus of speculation, and various gossip emerges endlessly.Many scholars have studied it, but most of the academic circles believe that there are not many obvious signs that he had a good impression of anyone.Those companions and friends, regardless of men and women, mostly treat them equally and have never been special.

People often say on the virtual network that Marshal Yan has no such thing as love in his mind.However, Fang Xiu couldn't forget Professor Jiang Zhiying's remarks that caused an uproar.It's not that Marshal Yan never loved someone, it's just that this person died too early and was unknown.

Fang Xiu couldn't help wondering whether the official game "Doomsday Comes" revealed more truth.She stared blankly at the sofa, bent slightly, and stared at the girl's youth. She was not as alienated and indifferent as before. On the contrary, he lightly stroked the girl's fingertips, which were full of tenderness.

That tenderness, not obvious, but eye-catching.If such a person, it should be.

Xu Rong looked at the empty porcelain bowl the girl ate, and murmured, "It's delicious."

He has long since lost the taste of such food, and it would be a waste to eat it.Xu Rong got up, sat on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, looked at Yan Guining, and smiled slightly, "It's really delicious."

Yan Guining only felt that at this moment, his heart seemed to be melted into this smile.Those wandering, lost, all fled to other places.

"En." He sat at the foot of the sofa, lowered his head, leaned against the young man's legs, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xu Rong took a corn-flavored ham sausage, gently cut it open, and handed it to his mouth, "You're hungry."

"Fortunately."

"Eat first, then sleep."

"Ah."

Xu Rong took out a wet tissue and wiped his face lightly, then gently ruffled his hair, sighing softly.

"Go to sleep."

"Tomorrow, we still have to hurry."

This voice is so gentle that it makes one's heart tremble, and the tiny shimmer of light floats on that unpaintable face, eloquently sketching out an incomparably moving picture scroll.

Fu Xin lowered his eyes and said nothing.He quietly looked at the crystal nucleus in his hand, clenched it tightly, squeezed it, and repeated it over and over until his skin was stabbed.The pain that came from the invasion flooded into my mind that was running fast.

It seems like this is the only way to stop... the impulse in my heart.He really wanted to hold the young man in his palm as he did in the past, hold him in his arms, and let him control him.

Fu Xin will never forget that he walked into the burnt ruins of the temple alone, looked around the church with sharp eyes, never letting go of any corners, and finally found the silver-white life curled up in the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood.

The body condensed purely by energy is small and extremely fragile, as if it will turn into a vanishing cloud at any time.

He knelt down on the ground, regardless of the mess, cut his wrist, and let the blood flow, soaking that illusory body.It wasn't until the body absorbed enough blood that it gradually solidified, and the violently beating heart calmed down a little.

He carefully picked up this silver-white life, put it in his arms, and left in a hurry.He didn't even have time to think too much, the only thing left in his mind was: he was still alive.

He is still alive.

very nice.

He placed him in a private laboratory and fed him blood regularly and on time every day.He completely forgot about the time and focused on waiting for his awakening.The days of waiting are too tormented.He didn't dare to think about the possibility that he wouldn't wake up.

Until that day, he finally woke up.

"you're awake."

Fu Xin knew that when he woke up, he would never know how restrained he was to say those words pretending to be calm.

They are enemies.

Even if there is cooperation between them, it is only for their own interests.

They have no future.

At that time, Fu Xin didn't have time to think about it, and quietly looked at him who woke up, showing a piercing smile.That smile, so sad, soaked up too much grief.

He closed his eyes and curled up there, his eyelashes slightly moist.

Fu Xin didn't make a sound, he was used to silence, just took out the blade, and slashed across his fingertips, letting the blood drip down, falling into his mouth drop by drop with precision.

His lips sucked the wound on his fingertips, and the blood gradually drained, followed by what he had never comprehended... coming out.

Fu Xin was indulging in this rare experience, stroking the small body wrapped around her index finger with her spare fingertips, and felt an inexplicable sense of joy in her heart.

his teenager.

Only belong to him.