My card is refined [unlimited]

Su Mingxuan curled up, and he covered his neck with trembling hands. The injury there was almost healed, but the feeling of being almost torn apart still remained there, more profound than anything else.

He took a few breaths and wiped the cold sweat off his face with his palm. After the pain passed, he was overwhelmed by great fatigue. He closed and opened his eyes, and he couldn't care whether the god was going or not, let alone the situation he was in now. place, his head fainted, and he fell asleep.

What appeared in the dream was a scene that had never appeared in his memory.

No - there is now.

Familiar palaces, familiar corridors, and he was standing in front of a heavy door, raising his hand to knock on the door, before his hand touched it, the door opened automatically.

"Your Majesty!" He saw himself jumping in.

That voice was so immature that Su Mingxuan had never imagined, full of youthful vigor and sweetness, and when the scene in the dream changed, Su Mingxuan saw himself.

—is that him?

The young man in his teens, with pure eyes like a child, has never been influenced by the outside world, and has always lived in an ivory tower, innocent and pitiful.

He was wearing a beautiful dress, the fabric was exquisite, and the black pattern on it was embroidered with gold trim. It seemed that it was embroidered bit by bit by hand, and it took a lot of manpower and material resources.

The young man smiled crisply, took two steps and one step at a time, and quickly came to the high platform.

"Your Majesty!" He threw himself into the arms of the god.

The god sitting on the high platform still couldn't see clearly in his dream. He raised his hand to caress the boy's head, watching him squint his eyes and rub against his palm.

"Today is a good day!" The young man held the waist of the god with both hands, looking at the god with a look of dependence, "Your Majesty can..."

He blinked, with anticipation in his brows and eyes, "Can you give me a name?"

Su Mingxuan was in a trance for a moment - he didn't know if this dream was real, this memory had never appeared in his mind, maybe it was another evil intention of the gods, or maybe it was just an ordinary dream without any meaning .

How could this be me?

He thought slowly.

Even if this boy looks exactly the same as before, it doesn't mean that this is him.

God knows if the gods made something out of it, or...Su Mingxuan's own appearance was made by the gods according to this person.

Su Mingxuan thought this way, and suddenly felt that this idea was outrageous. Obviously, this young man could not be some other god. With the ability of a god, there is no need to pinch another one that is exactly the same. If he dies, he can just be resurrected directly.

So what the hell is going on here?

He saw the god lovingly stroking the boy's hair, and heard him respond to the boy's words.

"That's right..." the god said, "It's time to give you a name."

Under the suddenly lit eyes of the young man, the god smiled lightly and said.

That sentence - it was exactly the words that Su Mingxuan's mind was in a mess just now, and his memory was turned over and over again.

"From then on... your name will be Su Mingxuan."

……

……

Su Mingxuan opened his eyes.

His body still had no strength, his bones and muscles were extremely soft, as if he could break and cramp with a slight movement.

Sitting up from the ground with his head supported, he was surprised to find that he was still in the room just now. He was startled, and looked to the other side, and found that the gods had disappeared. ], also disappeared.

Did he take those things?

The young man patted his drowsy head vigorously, and after a long delay, he felt a little more awake.

When he slowed down, he clearly felt that there was something different about his body. After the mark that was squeezed into the same body with the soul was completely integrated with the soul, the incoordination between the soul and the body was obvious. Disappeared, but now there is a little more strange feeling, why...

Why does it seem like someone is staring at him all the time?

Although he knew before that the gods could see him and hear what he said in his heart, in fact he couldn't perceive when the gods were looking at him or listening to his inner voice.

But now Su Mingxuan could feel it.

Quite obviously, as if an eye was buried in his body.

And what's more, Su Mingxuan can feel that the eye is closed now - when it opens, is it when the god is looking at him?Su Mingxuan thought.

I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

If it is a good thing, he is still watched by the gods; if it is a bad thing, he can know when the gods are looking at him, even if he knows, he can't do anything about it.

Su Mingxuan's expression was a little weird.

Why is there... a feeling that a girlfriend needs to talk to her boyfriend before checking in.

The boyfriend knows that he can't stop the target from checking the post, but with the notification, he can pretend in advance and make himself look more presentable.

Even though this "girlfriend" hadn't been notified before.

He let out a long breath, and touched the bitten place on the back of his neck. Now there is no wound left there, and it seems that there is no scar left after touching it. It is as perfect as if it never happened.

Su Mingxuan stood up unsteadily, bent down and picked up the puppet that fell on the ground, he patted the puppeteer and woke her up.

"Hmm... Boss?" The puppet moved, and a confused female voice came out from inside, "Why am I here... Oh no, why are you here, Boss?"

"I feel like I'm dizzy right now—did I forget something again?"

Su Mingxuan thought for a while and said, "It's not like you forgot anything, you just fainted."

"Dizzy?" The puppet sat up on the young man's hand, "Why did he faint so easily..."

She thought of something, paused, "Boss, is that god coming again?"

The puppeteer stood up, hurriedly put two paws on Su Mingxuan's face, looked left and right, "Boss, are you not injured?"

"Did something happen, Boss, did He bully you again? Did he force you to do something you didn't want?"

"Boss, boss, talk!"

God knows what messed things are going on in the puppet's mind at this moment.

"...You're overthinking." Su Mingxuan said casually, "There's nothing wrong."

"Really?" The puppeteer was suspicious, looking up and down, "Boss, you must have lied to me, you have such a bad face—tell me, tell me the truth, what did that bastard god do to Boss?"

"..." Su Mingxuan looked away.

"Boss, you are guilty!"

The puppeteer jumped on Su Mingxuan's hand a few times, grabbed the young man's hair with his claws, and pulled hard, "Say it!"

She has been with the boss for several years, how can she not know this person's character, but if the other party is bullied or suffers, he will definitely not take the initiative to tell her, but he wants to resist alone, and she has to ask every time, Only then he hesitated to speak out.

It's just that this time Su Mingxuan made up his mind not to tell the puppeteer.

He turned his head and changed the subject directly, "Didn't you say you remembered that you died in a research institute? Let's go out and see if it was the Central Research Institute."

The puppeteer was naturally dissatisfied with Su Mingxuan but she also concealed it. She pulled Su Mingxuan's hair and said angrily, "Boss, don't move..."

--topic.

She suddenly saw something, and her words stopped in the middle.

Although Su Mingxuan's neck seemed to have never been injured, but when Laclei opened his mouth, the blood actually flowed out from the wound and stained the young man's skirt.

But now, Su Mingxuan's collar had a little blood on it.

From the looks of it, it's just been touched.

The puppeteer stopped talking, the puppet moved, loosened Su Mingxuan's hair, and then took the other party's topic dully, "Then let's go out and have a look."

Su Mingxuan followed the puppeteer's gaze to look at himself, raised his hand and folded the blood-stained cloth inside, "...um."

He led the puppeteer out of the room.

Oncoming is a machine clan, the other party is wearing clothes, but all the machines are exposed, which shocked the puppeteer.

"Boss, hide quickly, you will be discovered!"

Su Mingxuan didn't respond.

It wasn't until the Tool Clan turned a blind eye to Su Mingxuan, strayed directly with him, and walked in another direction that the puppeteer realized that he seemed to be making a fuss.

"Boss, what's going on here."

"In the eyes of the Tool Clan, we are actually no different from the experimental products, so in their eyes, it is probably because they don't know who put the experimental products everywhere, and put them at the door of this room." Su Mingxuan walked out.

When I came in, I was taken all the way to the room where [soil] was placed. I didn't have time to observe this place carefully, but now I can take a good look.

"Think about it carefully, is it this place?"

The puppeteer pondered for a moment, and didn't ask in detail why the Tool Race ignored them. She rested her cheeks on her paws and turned her head around.

"Boss, look over there." She patted Su Mingxuan on the shoulder and pointed in a direction.

Su Mingxuan walked on the road, and he didn't look at those busy Mech Clans along the way. He occasionally glanced at the things on the display screen of their machines, and said he couldn't understand them at all.

And now 0132 has no power and turned off the machine, otherwise it can let it translate, what do these mean.

"Go over there." The puppeteer kept pointing the way, speaking more and more smoothly. It was obvious that his memory was slowly recovering, remembering what happened to him in this research institute.

"I remember going this way."

This research institute is surprisingly large, and the passages are full of twists and turns. In order to find clues as soon as possible, Su Mingxuan went straight to the direction the puppeteer said, and did not look at the rooms along the way, no matter those rooms were locked. It's still wide open.

"right here!"

When Su Mingxuan walked to a room, the puppeteer shouted excitedly.

"I was brought to this place."

She jumped off the young man and came to the door.

"Although I still can't remember how I entered this institute, I do remember what happened there."

Su Mingxuan looked at the door in front of him, raised his hand to press it, and to his surprise, the room was just opened by him.

"I died here at that time." The puppeteer stood on the ground, watching the door open little by little, revealing the scene inside.

Her body was placed on top of a table, and dried blood was all over the floor.

"I remember they said they were going to give me wings," she said.