Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

He was looking at the windmill, and Fang Rong just looked at him, watching him walk step by step, growing slowly, from the first fall, to being beaten for the first time, to grabbing food from others for the first time, and finally eating His parents siblings.

It was the same dull weather as usual, Fang Rong's phone rang suddenly, it was a female who called him, saying that he wanted to have a meal with him, females are a rare thing in modern times, he was somewhat excited, and immediately agreed.

Make an appointment to meet, pay for the wine, who knows that the female also brought a bottle of oil, and the meaning is clear, at the dinner table, she kept pouring bitter water on him, saying how difficult she was, Fang Rong already realized that she was deceived, But a table of dishes is also worth a lot, and you still have to finish it.

After he finished eating, the female was still rambling, saying that he and his younger brother were at the end of their ropes, otherwise they would not have sought help from strangers.

Fang Rong kept his composure, wiped his mouth and lied to go to the toilet, but actually slipped through the back door. Just as he reached the back door to the toilet, a few hooligans rushed out and punched and kicked him. He knows martial arts, but he has never practiced self-defense. The only thing he can do is to protect his head and prevent concussion.

The female just kicked him in the waist and said with disdain, "Poor, dare to come here without money." He flipped through and took away all the valuables on Fang Rong before leading the others away.

Fang Rong fell to the ground, his body was completely paralyzed and stiff, and he felt nothing at all. After a while, he slowly got up and went to the doctor.

Fortunately, he still has an optical brain. The money in the optical brain needs to be authenticated to be withdrawn. He insisted on not saying anything, and those people did not dare to do anything to him. After all, the security of modern society is still good.

At most a few more hits, and it won't kill anyone, but his body is painted, the corners of his mouth are blue, and his eyes are swollen. will understand.

He thought about calling another breeder for a while, explaining the situation at that time, and asked him to replace him for a few days. The colleague was very straightforward and agreed, but he called to say something happened soon after.

Fang Rong didn't care about being hospitalized, so he quickly got dressed and came back, and the breeder was with him.

"Since you left, he hasn't eaten. Every time the food is brought in and brought back, I thought it was okay at first. The orc couldn't starve to death for two days. I just wanted to wait for you to recover from your injury. Let's deal with it again, who knows him, he actually..."

Having eaten his siblings, none of the five siblings survived.

Fang Rong was so timid that he even dared to eat his own brothers. He was really no different from the orcs before, and they all became renounced in the end.

When he went, Fang Hua still maintained a harmless appearance, squatting behind the bulletproof glass, surrounded by a mess, with blood and white hairs on the ground.

With blood still in his fingers, he used that hand to turn the stopped windmill.

call!call!call!

The windmill turned slowly, making the sound of the paper being overwhelmed. He seemed to hear the footsteps, and looked back slowly. The moment he saw Fang Rong, he showed a flattering expression. Unfortunately, his mouth was full of blood, and the bright red traces were still smooth. The corners of the mouth flowed down.

Fang Rong couldn't accept it. He always thought that Fang Hua was the most obedient and special, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to get rid of the fate of the beastman.

Fang Hua's arms were bulging, he stretched out his hand cautiously, and took out a pair of blood-stained wings from inside, the edges could be seen torn off from animals, "I left you a pair of wings, You like to touch it the most, and I will give it to you."

Wow!

Fang Rong finally couldn't help but vomited out, that scene was really disgusting, he could still see the ridges of the muscles that had been torn off, it was particularly terrifying.

For the next few days, he was in the shadow of Fang Hua, and he didn't dare to go there. Every time he fed, he hid far away, put the food in through a small invisible door, and took it out again.

He originally thought that this would be all right, but if he couldn't see it, he would still think of the situation that day, repeating it in front of his eyes over and over again.

He still remembers Fang Hua squatting on the ground, stretching out his blood-stained hand, and gently turning the windmill. His expression was innocent, like a child who had done something wrong, looking at him fawningly.

Fang Rong just looked at it like that, and didn't move forward. The child finally couldn't wait any longer. He left the windmill and crawled over. He took his slender hand and slowly landed on his head, just like an adult. Like stroking a child, go down one by one.

Fang Rong's fingertips were trembling, and he didn't dare to touch the soft hair. In fact, he still had some resistance in his heart, or rather fear.

Fang Hua lowered his head, his silver-white hair was curled up, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a silver butterfly lying naughty on his eyes. He was extraordinarily beautiful, more like an angel than an angel, with a pair of White wings with a flawless aura.

He looked very cute and harmless, just like when he was a child, Fang Rong finally couldn't help it, and put his hand on his soft hair and rubbed it gently. It felt so good that he couldn't bear to leave.

Fang Hua suddenly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes curled up, his light-colored pupils flashed fiercely, revealing his dark white teeth, and he bit his neck. The bright red blood flowed down his neck, his clothes were soaked, and the pain was in his hands. In an instant, he only had time to scream.

"what--"

The automatic light was turned on, and the surrounding environment was familiar. Fang Rong finally realized where this was. It was not a prison where beasts were locked up, but his home. He had just had a nightmare, and now he was sweating profusely, and the pain in his neck seemed to be still there. Same, the hallucination is really too real, just like in front of your eyes.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep, and he was drowsy again. He could only force himself to wake up, watch TV for a while, and finally fell asleep when he couldn't stand it anymore. Fortunately, he never dreamed again.

He got up early the next morning to prepare food for the other mutants, and walked past Fang Hua's prison without daring to stop.

After walking over, I only looked back, because after that incident, Fang Hua completely attracted the attention of the upper echelons, and every now and then, a few scientists in white coats would stand in front of the bulletproof glass and point at him, or take Throw some gibberish in there and see how he reacts.

Obviously they were going to be disappointed. Fang Hua was not affected by external factors at all. He liked to sit on a chair and shrink himself up, only showing a tail. Whenever someone came over, he would put his tail away and turn the chair. , watching the windmill whirring in the hand.

His world is very simple, there is no black, no white, only Fang Rong, and everything Fang Rong gives him is treasure, even if it is a stone, it must be hidden and not let others touch it.

Several scientists pointed to the messy prison and said to the new breeder, "wash him, it stinks to death."

Because of the increased attention, a new breeder was specially arranged to come over, but this breeder is different, he doesn't need to do anything, just write down Fang Hua's activity signs every day, and he seems to know a little bit about medicine , I also know mutants very well, and he has to check the food Fang Rong sends in every time.

The breeder nodded, and sent the scientists away in a fawning manner. He pulled the water pipe by himself and rushed towards the cage.

This cage has three layers, one is bulletproof glass, the other is an iron cage made of special materials, and the other is like a wall, firmly enclosing him inside.

The force of the water pipe is very strong, and it rushes down from the surrounding walls layer by layer, and the corners are not spared. Because the water pipe is a bit heavy, the work is a bit tiring.

Fang Rong declined for a while but didn't, so he walked over with the water pipe in his arms. The cage was very simple, without even a bed, only a chair that he put in by himself, which became all Fang Hua's entertainment, and huddled in the chair every day. Here, guarding his windmill, and now is no exception.

Because the water in the water pipe was too strong, it rushed on the armchair he was sitting on and turned the chair around. Fang Rong could easily see him opening his clothes and stuffing the fragile windmill into his chest. The arms are carefully guarded.

But the water is pervasive, no matter how tightly he protects, it is still a mess, the silver-white hair sticks to his face, and the white chin is still dripping, Fang Hua looks very sad, he seems very sad.

Strange, how could he understand the emotion of being sad?