mayfly era

No amount of snow can hide the cold metallic luster of Central City.

But the snow was really heavy, and the traffic was paralyzed several times. The pedestrians on the street had long since disappeared, and only the robot employees were still working hard.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and it was much brighter than usual because of the reflection of the snow.

Beside the crimson runway in front of the gate of the second round, a huge blower was rumbling, shaking the blower fan to blow away the snow and keep the runway clear.

At the gate of the second game, someone stood motionless. The snow on his head was blown away by the blower, and soon a thick layer was accumulated.Snow and silver hair have been frozen together, regardless of each other.

His whole body was covered with hoarfrost from head to toe, like a tall snowman.

In the second game, the heavy metal door made a slow and piercing rubbing sound, the bong immediately raised his head, and a cloud of snow fell into his collar, but he didn't feel the slightest chill.

He looked at the door with eager eyes, but also with a little timidity, and his blue lips trembled from the cold.

After all the metal doors were lifted, a thin figure appeared inside the translucent electromagnetic door, standing a little tilted, with one hand low against the door frame, but still standing.

The electromagnetic door disappeared, and people were exposed to the bright white snow light.

When Chen Li stepped out of the gate of the second game, he squinted his eyes because the snow was too bright. The heavy snow showed a strange brilliance in his dark eyes, and also exposed the scars on his face.

Smoker felt that his eyes were almost burning to ashes, and his whole body was frozen stiff. The joy and anger now collided with the worry and tension before, which made him not even walk as fast as Chen Yue.

Chen Li stretched out his hand and patted the snow on Smoker's shoulder, his voice was soft but steady, "Old Yan, go home."

Smoker's eyes were red, and he nodded vigorously.

However, Chen Li's hand slowly slipped down from his shoulder—then his whole body collapsed in an instant, and he fell forward, and the smoking gun quickly reached out to hug him.

Chen Li's scorching skin and the wet blood under his single clothes drained his strength all of a sudden, his legs went limp, and he fell into the snow while holding Chen Li.

The intense pain completely annihilated his rationality, he hugged Chen Li tightly, and all the barriers in his heart collapsed into ruins and dust in an instant.

The snowflakes pierced into the eyes and turned into hot and bitter tears, which wetted and melted the blood-stained black hair.He choked up and grabbed Chen Li tightly, completely forgetting what he was going to do and what to say, he just wanted to vent his pain, he just wanted to cry.

His reason was shattered into countless pieces in the white wind and snow, his voice was choked and stinging, stuck on the tip of his tongue.

"You bring him back quickly!"

"Stupid? Really stupid? Did you hear me!"

"Wake up! What are you going to do if you fucking consume him to death?"

In the headset, Kujira scolded sharply, and the last sentence suddenly woke up the bong.

"Can you drive? No—"

"Yes." The smoking gun interrupted Kujira, and carried Chen Li into the car. The car was driven by heavy snow before, and he still had burns on his hands, but now he can't feel anything, and his five senses are numb.

"How is he? How bad is it?" Kujira babbled on the other end of the channel.

"I don't know... a lot of blood."

"If you don't know, bring it back quickly!" Kujira became irritable again on the other end of the channel.

"Receive..." The stiff tongue stumbled in his mouth, the bong settled down again, and he started the electromagnetic car and started on the road, "Got it."

He calmed down, wanting to scold himself just now.

"Don't be crazy, look at the amount of bleeding." Kujira warned again.

"clear."

15 minutes to Snow Palm.Kujira stood at the door holding a black umbrella.

Seeing the car, Kujira immediately threw the umbrella, and her petite body quickly plunged into the car. After seeing Chen Li's state, she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I thought it was missing arms and legs. Woolen cloth."

Seeing that the smoking gun was still looking at him in a daze, Kujira burst out laughing, and gave him a hard hammer, "You fucking know how I feel at that time, right?"

"That's right," said Smoking Gun in a low voice.

On the way to the treatment room, Chen Yue woke up once, and asked Kujira to take a Ferlotogram for himself.

"Ferlotu? That thing will be metabolized in an hour." Kujira frowned.

After hearing this information, Chen Li passed out boldly and confidently.

"What do you mean?" Smoker was puzzled.

Kujira rolled his eyes neatly, "It's all metabolized, so there's nothing to test."

After entering the treatment room, Kujira dragged out a huge plastic bucket from nowhere.She commanded the bong to fill a platform with deep grooves with a dark blue nutrient solution, and carried Chen Quer into it to soak.

During the period, the black soul came once, and was scolded by Kujira, and he faltered and just opened his mouth to defend himself before he was sent away by Kujira.

This soak lasted for four hours, and the skin around the wound was soaked white, curled up like a wet tissue to cover the exposed pink-white muscle.

"How much longer?" Smoker asked Kujira in a low voice.

Kujira was huddling in her small heart-shaped sofa, writing medical records on thin yellow paper, and looked up at the timer floating in the air, "Four more hours."

The blue nutrient solution has been oxidized to green, like a sparkling green lake, Chen Li is lying quietly in the water, his face is covered with humiliation and swollen marks, but his expression is cold and solemn.

Smoker rubbed his eyes, he felt as if there were a few thin red needles pricking his eyeballs from time to time.

Kujira put down the pen and paper and walked over, with an extra syringe in his hand at some point, "Raise your arm."

Smoker reached out to lift Chen Li's arm.

"Don't touch him!" Kujira roared angrily.

Smoker was taken aback, and quickly raised his hands to signal that he knew his mistakes and could correct them.

"Your ones, hurry up, one is hotter than the other, and the central city will be heated by the two of you in winter." Kujira complained.

Smoker gave a dry laugh when he saw the needles plunge into his arm like diving, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Kujira, you don't have such an injection..."

Kujira pulled out the needle with a blank expression and threw it into the disposal bucket, "I'm leaving and I'll be back in four hours. If he wakes up early, call me."

Smoker nodded.

"Old Yan, you..." Kujira pursed his red lips, "You have a button on hand, you can cover him, just expose your head and breathe."

Smoker looked bewildered.

"Forget it." Kujira raised his hand and left his prosthetic laboratory without looking back.

Smoker dragged the suspension chair closer to Chen Li, put his elbows on his thighs, covered his face and sighed, then rubbed his stiff face vigorously for a while.

This wave of crisis is over, but he still can't relax.

Suddenly he felt something strange, and looked down at his... He understood what Kujira meant.

"Fuck, am I so perverted..." Smoker murmured to himself in a low voice.

Suddenly there was a clear sound of water breaking, and the smoking gun quickly raised its head.

It was Chen Yue who sat up from the nutrient solution, his eyes were still tightly closed, with such a huge and terrible wound on his stomach, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, and his expression was so calm that it was cold.

In such a state, Yan Qiang couldn't help but think of the God of Creation who ruled everything in the God's scriptures. When he was born, the five senses had already been abandoned, so he was not sad or afraid.

In the end there is no life or death.

He looked at Chen Li, and a word suddenly popped up in his mind - "New God born".

"You...uh..." Yan Qiang felt his voice suddenly locked by the cold lips, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

He wanted to see clearly what kind of posture his god used to kiss him.

At this moment, he wanted to worship, but also wanted to blaspheme impulsively and madly. The two extremely opposing thoughts almost tore his soul apart, making him tremble all over.

When the newborn god kissed him, his eyes were closed and his face was expressionless.

He thought again, are all the kisses of gods so cold?

He didn't dare to move, and let Chen Li kiss his lips, teeth, tongue... and soul in such a strange but divine state.

Chen Li never opened his eyes, but he seemed to know everything about him. He raised his hand to rub his eyelids that he wanted to close, and stroked his trembling back. His movements were slow and precise, making his soul tremble even more lonely.

Suddenly, Chen Li opened his eyes, and his slack eyes were like a puddle of stagnant water.

Smoker's heart tightened, and he reached out to touch those suddenly blind eyes, but his wrist was held.

"Don't be afraid... I'm looking for the way..." Chen Li's voice was very soft, not weak, but more like he was afraid of scaring the smoking gun.

"Uh-huh."

"I'll find it." After saying that, Chen Li held the back of the bong's head, pecked greedily a few more times, and then fell back on the platform bed by himself.

His movements seemed to be dragged back by something, splashing a splash of water, and quickly fell into a coma before the splash subsided.

Smoker was stunned for a while, he lowered his head and touched his wet lips, and after confirming that everything was not a dream, he smiled happily.

Four hours later, Kujira came back and saw the mess everywhere, with wonderful expressions on his face.

"He's awake?" Kujira asked.

"It's been two minutes since I woke up." Smoker replied.

"What did he say? What did he do?"

"...We kissed for a while." Smoker hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully.

Kujira raised her eyebrows in an instant, she turned her head and scolded Chen Li first, "I can pretend to be sick by kissing, get out of here!"

Of course Chen Li couldn't hear it.

Pointing at the nose of the pipe, she cursed again, "You, take him home and make out with him... Wipe the floor for my old lady before you leave!"

Yan Qiang had a thick skin and pretended not to hear it, so he acted like a baby with a playful smile, "Don't miss Ku, his stomach is still open, I'll hug him back after you sew it up."

"You also know that it's still open, so you can talk about it?"

Yan Qiang smiled apologetically, "Isn't it because of you, sister Ku, who we saved lives and healed the wounded."

"At this time, I remembered to wear a high hat for me." Kujira said angrily.

Although her mouth was fierce, Kujira had a typical cold and kind heart. She bent down and unscrewed the water valve to leak part of the nutrient solution, and let the bong push the instrument over.

She wiped off the remaining nutrient solution on Chen Quer's skin, and stuffed some solid-liquid mixed medicine sacs into his abdominal cavity-this kind of medicine sacs can be completely absorbed by the body, and then she was ready to sew.

Smoker muttered softly, "That...he kissed me."

"you shut up!"

Kujira raised his pointed heel and stomped on the bong. However, the boot last of this retro culture enthusiast's boots was embedded with iron sheets. Kujira was even more angry when he failed and almost broke his high heels.

"Sister Ku, if you are so eager for love, go after her. I remember correctly that the crow will be back tomorrow."

"Shut up...shut up shut up."

Seeing that Kujira started to sew Chen Li's belly, the pipe stopped making any sound.

She pushed the medical instrument like a sewing machine, and carefully sewed up the wound layer by layer. The wound was too large and broken, and it took more than a dozen stitches in all directions to barely mend Chen Yue.

"When will he wake up..." Smoker asked with great heartache.

Kujira gave him a blank look, "Didn't you wake up?"

Smoker sighed, besides serious injuries, Chen Li's condition has more things that he must not talk about with the outside world - he feels very disturbed, because the scriptures say that disasters will follow the new gods.

"By the way, the boss said..." Kujira paused, "He said to let you have a good rest during this period, and next month will be very busy."

"This old guy is playing tricks again." Smoker was dissatisfied.

"Isn't it good to take a break?" Kujira said, "I haven't taken a vacation in years."

Smoker laughed, "When you catch the crow, the boss will definitely give you a love leave."

Kuji stretched out a slender finger, and pointed at the forehead of the pipe with feigned anger, "Bah, I want you to criticize my way of love!"

At this time, a vague cough sounded, and the two immediately turned their attention to the person on the platform bed.

Chen Li slowly opened his eyes, and the smoker immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

——His eyes were dark and clear, not the laxity of a blind man before.

"Daxue is dead." Chen Li's hoarse voice conveyed the sad news.

"How do you know?" Kujira exclaimed.

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This article talks about some sweet love (push the plot by the way)