Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

After a long time, Song Wenyao let go of the bionic man Twelve in his arms, pulled out the long blade on his chest, closed his eyes for him, and then shifted his gaze to the bionic boy with the number eleven beside him.

Because the core is always in an uncontrollable closed state rather than a dormant state that can be activated at any time, the four-dimensional creature X seems to ignore this bionic person directly.

Song Wenyao slowly straightened the overturned console from the ground like a rusty robot, then picked up the bionic man eleven horizontally, and laid it flat on it.

The blood on his clothes has dried up, but new blood still drips along the trousers and between his fingers, back and forth on the ground, connecting dots into lines, and connecting them into random and abstract traces.

After finishing all this, he leaned on the long blade, stood in front of the console, stretched out five fingers, and slowly pressed his palm on the number 11 on the chest of the bionic boy.

A bright and dazzling blue light gradually overflowed from his fingers.

It is clearly a common sight.

Only this time, it seemed extremely extraordinary, and it could even be said to have some sacred meaning. It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

The white uniform on the boy's body was also stained with blood spots, but the slightly baby-fat face was still as pure and beautiful as an angel's. The crimson lips did not lose their blood color because they stopped working, and their curves were slightly raised, as if they were smiling. , if you don't deliberately study his breathing and heartbeat, it looks like he is asleep, and he is intoxicated in a beautiful dreamland alone.

At the next moment, his thin and light eyelashes like butterfly wings moved slightly, and then slowly opened, revealing those obsidian eyes.

Bionic Man Eleven stared forward without blinking.

Song Wenyao held his breath, his palm slipped from the boy's chest, leaving five moist bloodstains.

wrong……

This is a sign that the android automatically enters standby mode when it does not receive instructions.

No, not him...

it's just...

It's just a machine!

"Could it be..."

Song Wenyao lowered his head, the blue light with "11" reflected in his eyes, then flickered.

His injured right hand was propped on the edge of the operating table, and with the force of the tiger's mouth, it tightly pinched the metal railing, and the scarlet viscous liquid gurgled from the ruptured wound.

From the man's throat came a desperate and broken moan like a trapped animal.

……

The blood that was about to dry up on the android boy's chest was once again blurred by the transparent liquid falling from above.

But he just lay there unconscious.

He is just a machine, without the order of the master, his world has no light and dark, no heat and cold, no pain, no smell, no...

Pointless.

Just, just a dead thing.

However, in this piece of ignorance where everything is unenlightened.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.

It was as if the liquid didn't land on his chest, but seeped into his icy blue core wrapped in bright red blood.

pat!

A flower bloomed in his heart.

What is this...bitter taste?

He blinked.

The camera deep in the pupils focused quickly, and the blood-stained handsome face under the fluorescent lamp came into view.

The glacier in those blue eyes collapsed.

somewhat familiar...

It's a little strange...

It's all flowing out, melted snow water.

No, it shouldn't be like this...

What should I do.

[Consciousness detected. 】

[Consciousness body version is too high and incompatible, trying to re-match...]

[Matching failed, the consciousness body is damaged, and it is being repaired urgently. 】

[Backup data detected, data enabled, retrying...]

[The match is successful, the consciousness body is starting, and the system hosting status is about to end. 】

[3...2...1]

"Hey."

A hoarse and green voice sounded.

Ah, stop, the avalanche is over.

"There is no tacit understanding at all, so why talk about love?"

The boy stretched out his hand and wiped away the wet marks on the man's face.

He put his finger to his lips and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

There is no smell yet.

"Ah! I forgot again."

"..."

Song Wenyao tilted his head, threw away the long sword he was leaning on in his left hand, and silently pulled the man into his neck.

Zhang Liangshao knew that he couldn't speak until his voice recovered from that weird cry, so he patted his head considerately.

"I'm fine, fool."

It's all hinted so clearly, of course I won't die so easily.

a few minutes ago:

"Go ahead."

Zhang Liangshao held the tip of the sword under the pretense of adjusting his posture, but actually quietly stretched out his other hand, and pressed it on the body of the bionic Eleven, who was lying on the ground without any sense of existence.

[Detected bionic number: 11, the data interface has been opened, whether to transfer the consciousness body? 】

【Yes. 】

"I let you do it!"

……

Therefore, when Bionic Twelve was pierced through the heart with a sword, Zhang Liangshao's consciousness had already transferred to Eleven, and the only thing left in Bionic Twelve was the four-dimensional creature X who was confused by blindfolded eyes.

[Congratulations to the two who escaped from death, and the mission progress has reached 99% in one go. ]

The system patiently gave them a warming time of 1 minute, and then interrupted the beautiful warming time of the young couple.

[Why? 99%! ] Zhang Liangshao paused after Shun Mao's movements, [I almost woke up, why? ]

[This is about reflecting on yourself. ]7474741 criticized, [The master's consciousness is almost fully awakened now, but he just hasn't woken up from hibernation. This kind of "lucid dream" phenomenon is very rare, and only when the person who is extremely firm "want to continue dreaming" It can only be achieved with perseverance. ]

[I reflect? ]

Zhang Liangshao said that I will not take the blame.

He patted someone on the back.

"Hey, I have taken such a big risk for you, you should wake up, what's not satisfied?"

"..."

Song Wenyao looked at him and said nothing.

Zhang Liangshao insisted on reading the taste of "desire" from his eyes with facial paralysis level [-].

……

ha?