Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The faces of the original people who lived and worked in the garden bushes suddenly turned into faces that Lynch was familiar with—each one was his own.

Never thought about it, Lynch didn't think about it at all.

Synthetics are completely different from natural humans. Natural humans develop from embryos, while synthetic humans are born from petri dishes. The birth of each synthetic is accompanied by their own functions, such as housekeeping, combat, and even sex. They are people, rather they are more like intelligent tools.

Born as a tool, he joined the alliance as a matter of course and became a tool man in a small world.

It seems that everything happened naturally, who is pushing him forward like this?Is this the way he should go?

Lynch's hands began to tremble.

Lang Yan clenched his slippery palm tightly, approached and whispered: "What are you afraid of?"

Lynch raised his eyes, and the fear in his pupils was obvious. He has not changed. Although he has experienced a long time in the small world, learned countless skills, and learned how to love, he has not changed from the most fundamental point. A dazed and docile little synthetic who woke up in a dish.

"Stop talking," Lynch said with straight eyes, "Please."

Lang Yan closed his mouth.

He was still too anxious.

They just identified each other's identities, so wait, he needs more patience.

In order to appease the frightened Lynch, Lang Yan took his hand and re-entered the garden. It was easy to find a quiet place in the labyrinth-like garden.

The square tree modules surrounded a small pavilion, and Lynch sat on the cold bench, still shaking, with a sleepwalking look on his face.

He thought that he had grown strong enough, but in fact, no one had touched his true heart yet.

Lang Yan accompanied him silently, his broken hair blocked Lynch's side face, revealing only his gracefully curved pointed chin, Lang Yan raised his hand to lift his short hair.

Lynch was just in a daze indifferently.

He was in a daze for too long, and Lang Yan thought that his soul had gone out of his body and disappeared from this world again, so he shook Lynch in a panic. Looking fixedly at Lang Yan, the two thin lips moved slowly, "Ah?"

Lang Yan heaved a sigh of relief. He almost ran out of this world on impulse just now. Seeing Lynch's greatly stimulated appearance, he once again regretted his inaccurate timing. He pressed his face to his chest and kissed Lin Qi intimately. Touching his short hair, "Don't think about anything when you're tired, close your eyes and rest for a while."

Very tempting offer.

Lin Qi rubbed his cheek against Lang Yan's chest, and suddenly wanted to act like a baby.

Lang Yan just dragged him into his arms just right, hugged him like a big child, his waist, back, and knees were all wrapped in Lang Yan's warm embrace, It was safe and comfortable, Lang Yan lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, his eyes were like the lights in a bedroom when it was raining, dim and gentle, deep, making people want to cry.

Lin Qi put his whole face on Lang Yan's shirt, clutching his collar with both hands, and said in a low voice, "I love you."

Lang Yan stopped touching him, then slowly patted Lynch on the back, closed his eyes and pressed his face against his, the temperature was transmitted naturally, he believed that Lynch heard his silent reply , This is already a silent tacit understanding.

Lynch grabbed his collar hard, raised his blushing face, "Why didn't you answer?"

Lang Yan: "..."

Lang Yan lowered his head and kissed his lips before saying: "Of course I..." He paused for a moment, then solemnly said: "I love you."

Lynch wanted to cry a little.

They are the same, except for the person in front of them, there is no one to love, no relatives, no friends, their love includes everything and weighs so much that even they feel terrified.

Lynch didn't cry. When he was about to cry or not, he controlled his emotions in time and sucked his nose several times.

Lang Yan said, "Have you caught a cold?"

Lynch sniffed again, "Touch your ears."

Lang Yan lowered his head helplessly and connivingly, Lynch rubbed his elastic ears, curled up in his arms full of masculinity and warmth, and said to himself: Lynch, you have a lover, you are not alone, open your mouth He chewed Lang Yan's ears all over his mouth.

Among the original people who were kept in Ling Xuefeng's house, there was a chef with excellent skills. In order to welcome the newcomers, the chef showed his skills and only provided them to Lang Yan and Lin Qi. There were too many people, and he really wanted to hold a big banquet. He was busy alone. However, he came here and praised Lynch, an ancestor who rarely appeared here, "As expected of Mr. Ling's friend, your demeanor is equally charming."

Lynch smiled slightly, "Thank you."

The restaurant is very large, with long tables, full of people like a high-end canteen, servants shuttle through it, each of them is smiling, the dining atmosphere is mixed but not chaotic, and the dining atmosphere is harmonious, with loud whispers accompanied by endless laughter.

Lynch couldn't swallow.

Now when he sees these original people living happily, he thinks of the phrase "looks like" that Lang Yan asked him.

Indeed.

The original people did not shy away from him, not only did they not shy away from it, but also respected him. People kept coming to greet him. They didn't know what Lynch was doing here, but they were very happy that an ancestor came here and regarded Lynch as a condolence commissioner. , told Lynch that they had a good time here, and thanked Ling Xuefeng for taking special care of them.

Lynch had never heard so many good things about Ling Xuefeng in his two lifetimes, and his face was numb.

After the meal was over, Lynch didn't eat much, but he had a lot of things on his mind.

Back in the room assigned to Lang Yan, he fell faster than Lang Yan and lay down on the bed.

The servant probed his head and called in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Ling is ready..."

"Hush," Lang Yan interrupted the servant's entangled questioning, and said to her, "Mr. Lin will sleep here tonight, you don't have to worry about it."

The servant nodded and retreated with a troubled expression.

Lang Yan locked the door, but was startled when he turned around.

Lynch didn't know when he rolled himself into a ball, like a baby in the womb.

Lang Yan walked over, put his hands on his face, and said jokingly: "What are you thinking?"

"Think about life." Lynch said seriously.

Lang Yan also lay down, the chandelier on the roof was as gorgeous as the stars, and he accompanied Lynch to think about life.

It seemed like a long time passed before Lynch pushed him lightly. Lang Yan turned his face away, and Lynch looked at him frankly, "I'm hungry."

The kitchen was quiet and tidy. Lin Qi and Lang Yan were leaning against the wall in well-dressed clothes and eating butter bread. Lynch swallowed a mouthful of cold sweet butter and said to Lang Yan, "It's delicious."

"Not bad." Lang Yan commented objectively.

Lin Qi had a lot of cream on his mouth, and suddenly approached Lang Yan's cheek for a 'pop' kiss, spread all the cream on Lang Yan's face, and grinned, "Do you think this butter bread is real or not?" Fake?"

Lang Yan was stunned.

Lynch took another bite, and the expression on his face became more and more relaxed, "It's true that it fills your stomach and tastes sweet, but you can't be sure," Lynch glanced at the food on his hand. The corners of the mouth seemed to be upturned, "Do these two feelings of hunger and sweetness come from yourself or..." Lynch looked up at Lang Yan, "It was input by the code."

Lang Yan provoked the conversation with the mentality of saving Lynch, and was stunned by Lynch's sudden sharpness, and his expression even showed a little vigilance.

"Or a little deeper, I think this bread is really delicious, is it really delicious, or is there something else that conveyed this message to me and made my brain output the judgment of 'delicious'?" Lynch ate With the last bite of bread, the tip of his tongue slowly licked away the cream remaining in the corner of his mouth, "Do you have an answer?"

Lang Yan has always had 100% confidence in himself - he firmly believes that he is the truth, and under Lynch's gaze, he can't help being shaken.

He is not as firm and powerful as he imagined, and Lynch is not as soft and weak as he looks.

This kind of Lynch made Lang Yan feel trembling. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Lynch, sucking up the sweet cream left in Lynch's mouth. , He has seen the truth of the world before, how could he have no answer, Lang Yan bit the tip of Lynch's tongue hard, his eyes fixed on Lynch's, "What about you?"

"My answer," Lynch cupped his face and smiled, "I'll tell you later."

The aroma of butter bread has been lingering in the mouth for a long time, each other's tongues scraped each other's gums like a small brush, Lin Qi and Lang Yan hugged each other sweetly on the big bed, Lynch rubbed Lang Yan's ears reluctantly afterwards , said intoxicated: "You are sweeter than butter."

Lang Yan got goose bumps all over his body, and shook his ears seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."

Lynch smiled sleepwalkingly, and seemed to be in a good mood, as if he had connected something.

The next day, the servant came to invite Lin Qi, saying that Ling Xuefeng wanted to see him.

Lynch refused.

After a while, Ling Xuefeng came in person.

Lin Qi was playing mahjong with three original people, and Lang Yan stood behind Lin Qi, holding a cup of tea in his hand, just like a servant boy.

"What's the matter, Mr. Ling?" Ling Xuefeng was a little dazed by Lin Qi's appearance as a master, and he moved his lips a few times before slowly saying: "I have something to tell you."

Lynch touched a card without looking back, "Let's talk after playing these two rounds."

The three original people who played mahjong with him greeted Ling Xuefeng and were intoxicated in the game. Ling Xuefeng was an amiable owner, and the original people were not very afraid of him.

Ling Xuefeng suspected that he was still dreaming when he was not awake. He looked around and saw that everyone was doing their own thing. When they met his gaze, they waved happily, happily.

The construction of this place was supervised by Ling Xuefeng himself. He hasn't been here for a long time, and now he almost doesn't know him.

Lang Yan still looked like a silent vixen, without saying hello to Ling Xuefeng, he quietly brought the tea in his hand to Lynch's mouth, Lynch took a sip, focused on the game of cards, Lang Yan looked at him and smiled softly.

Ling Xuefeng was dumbfounded, this had nothing to do with the scene he expected.

What's the matter? !