The God[Quick Transmigration]

In the end, Agency X, just like the zombies they had been underestimating and using at the same time, became a glorious stroke in the honor book of Shen Fan, the chief of the Wings of God.

On the day Shen Fan returned to the alliance, countless people gathered inside and outside the city gate of the alliance to welcome him.

When welcoming the cheers of the people, there was only a man in black standing beside Shen Fan - he did not bring anyone to participate in the mission of destroying the X organization, and he also had no "trophies" other than men when he came back.

Regarding the interview and inquiry of the five alliance leaders who relied on their status and did not condescend to greet them personally, Chief Shen only dropped two sentences——

First, "The wings of the gods do not require captives."

Second, "I'm tired, so I'll talk about it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Shen Fan walked away, leaving behind the five leaders who looked at each other in blank dismay.

As soon as he returned to the private residence assigned to him by the alliance, Shen Fan looked at the dark window leaves at the door, was stunned for a moment, and then opened the door and went in.

It was pitch black.

Shen Fan bent down/was about to untie the straps of his riding boots, but before his fingertips had time to put them on, he was pushed against the wall of the entrance by the black shadow coming from the side.

After getting along for a year, that man has obviously thrown away the original indifference and indifference, just like the last moment when Shen Fanlin hit the wall, the gentle force of the palm behind him supported him——

"...you are not happy, why?"

The man's voice was exceptionally low and pleasant in the darkness.

Shen Fan just responded with silence, quietly leaning on the man's arms, his brown eyes and the emotions inside were covered by his drooping eyelashes, he couldn't see at all the legendary alliance No. 1 shadow.

The man leaned over and kissed his side face lightly, but he was obsessed with the answer——

"why?"

Shen Fan raised his head, his eyes were slightly cold: "Let's make/love."

"..."

The man looked at him steadfastly, a little ripple gradually appeared from the deepest ink in his eyes, and then the ripple turned into fire, igniting that piece of ink.

The man held his waist in his arms and fixed it firmly, and then he wanted to hug him hard and go to the bedroom.

Shen Fan pressed his arm, and could even feel the strength hidden in the touch under his fingertips——

"Right here, ruthlessly...let me enjoy myself."

"..."

The man's movements stopped, and he lowered his head to look at him. There seemed to be stars shining in his pair of deep black eyes.

When Shen Fan almost suspected that everything would stop like this, he was hugged by the man forcefully, "...it will make you uncomfortable here."

Moonlight streamed into the window, spilled on the floor, and on the entwined figure on the bed.

The dark blue sheets set off the slender and white body on it, like a drowning mermaid revealing the most fragile and deceptive beauty under the moonlight.

The high-raised neck outlined an equally plain white arc, so delicate that it seemed as if it could be broken with light force, but at this moment it trembled endlessly with the movement of the man hooking his legs.

Naturally, such a charming picture will not be silent - the young man raised his neck and let out a suppressed intermittent moan/groan, and his beautifully curved calves seemed to sway up and down with the same rhythm, following the man on his body The heavy breathing from time to time composes a magnificent piece of music...

After a long time, with a captivating yelp and accompanying growl, the music reaches its climax but also ends with the coda.

The bedroom in Yu Yunli was peaceful and quiet.

When Shen Fan's consciousness gradually blurred, he heard the man get up and get out of bed, and after a while, he leaned into his ear with a low but pleasant voice——

"...no matter what you do to me, I don't blame you..."

"..."

The footsteps went away.

Then the bedroom fell into silence again.

It was so quiet that it seemed that the only person in the room had fallen asleep.But after a while, there was a whisper——

"...Whoever says that zombies are ruthless, I will kill him..."

Under the moonlight, the corners of the boy's eyes were slightly closed, as if a drop of crystal starlight passed by——

"...you are too smart."

……

The task of "killing zombies and saving the world" has never stopped, and he can feel that it is the meaning of his existence.

In the secret room of the X organization, after opening the smart cabinet, there is the ultimate weapon that the human alliance can control and completely destroy the zombies - the gene of the simulated zombie king.

Agency X is always looking for the real king of zombies. Through the genome analysis and replication of countless zombie experiments, they are even approaching infinitely with manpower.

But compared with the real zombie king, it is still not as good.

As for the most important confidential documents in the smart cabinet, two conjectures with a degree of certainty as high as 90.00% have been made——

First, once the zombie king dies, the disaster of zombies will be solved immediately.

Second, the unrepeatable intrinsic ability of the Zombie King is immortality.

Immortal body, but it is not immortal in the true sense.

For the next month, Shen Fan refused to be interviewed by the leader of the alliance on the grounds of being unwell, and secretly sent someone to send a letter to Yi Tianjiao.

As the sole commander of the God's Wings representing the first line of defense of the Human Alliance, Shen Fan knew from the very beginning that he had no right to make any choice—even leaving aside his father's identity as one of the five leaders , he is the hope dweller of all human beings who have suffered from the plague of zombies. He does not represent the hypocrisy of human nature, but he represents the heavy responsibility——

If you want to add a crown, you must bear its weight.

This sentence could not be more straightforward.

Now that things had happened, he could only bury himself in the darkness of indifference, waiting for the last straw to be crushed, waiting for him to wipe that invincible man from the world with his own hands.

Because that man said, no matter what you do to me, I don't blame you...

No wonder...

Shen Fan laughed as he thought about it, his mouth filled with thick blood, he looked at the young man in the mirror who was thin due to his "merit", and smiled ferociously——

...Shen Fan, you are so fucking shameless and disgusting.

A month later, Shen Fan, who walked into the meeting room of the alliance leaders, was expressionless, like a moving sculpture.

Two months later, the plague of zombies was eliminated.

Three months later, the rebuilding human world was shaken by a piece of news——

The leader of God's Wings who made great achievements, died in his solitary house.

Many years later, some people still say that Mr. Shen was holding an urn when he died.

Said that the urn contained another legend of him.

The author has something to say: It’s too late... The main reason is that the end of this article is a bit tangled. Although it was almost confirmed in ([-]), I still can’t bear to write QAQ

It's the system bed that is acting as a demon, you guys go beat him up QAQ