Why aren't people raising me

The real man could not understand his transformation.

The child in front of him put on a piece of clothing by himself. The adult's coat is too big and heavy, but it can keep warm enough.Masaharu frowned and looked at it in the dark underground, his eyes filled with undisguised annoyance.

No fear at all.

The real man watched his emotions.

It was strange, he had only been out for an hour, how could this guy transform into an appearance with an independent personality, not only his language became fluent, but even his demeanor was free from the dullness and dullness of a puppet.

"Has your brain been modified by me?" It can only think of this explanation, so it stepped forward with a tentative excitement, "I remember, human beings like to make some fantasy movies, which impressed me the most. The most famous is the protagonist whose brain has been developed to the extreme. She can read an entire book in ten seconds and remember every detail firmly. She can operate five or six computers at the same time to learn all human knowledge and civilization, and invent There are electro-mechanical levels that cannot be reached by technology, and in the end, she has weathered because of too fast evolution."

If compared with that IQ speed, Yazhi's state can be explained.

"Let me check it out."

It touched the boy's head with its hand, but it didn't find anything from the depths of the soul for a moment.

Masaji dodged it again after ten seconds, almost rejecting his Creator, the savior of rebirth.

"Examination? It's been a long time, and no abnormalities have been detected. If this is the case, I will be very disappointed in your ability." Yazhi said coldly, "What's your name?"

strange tone.

The real person frowned,

Is it because he still doesn't know what death is?

"Real man, my name." The mantra showed a hypocritical and gentle expression, and within two seconds he was disgusted by himself, with evil thoughts, and a bewitching tone, he said, "It's your 'father'. "

He probably didn't know what his father was either.

Real people don't care what they think,

However, Masaharu raised half of his eyebrows, not in doubt, but in disgust, "Father? You?"

"You think I'm an idiot?"

Human beings who have no fear, who do not know etiquette and humility, who may not even be able to tell the difference between good and bad moods, mocked in a sarcasm,

"You don't even have the ability to reproduce, and you don't know if it's a human or a ghost. Who are you trying to deceive?"

Reality: "..."

ha? ? !

The real person looked down along his line of sight, and found Yazhi's contemptuous glance just now, and his eyes landed three inches below his navel.

Real person:? ? !

"You even know this?!"

It looked back at the scattered books on its hammock, as well as the various stained study templates spread out on the ground, and for the first time felt regretful about what it had missed.

"You read them all?!"

The books used by real people to learn human civilization include history, physiology, miscellaneous production techniques, and so-called masterpieces that represent the thoughts of everyone.

"In such a short period of time? When did you learn the language... Hey, did I add some amazing talents when I repaired it for you?"

Let him be proficient in writing naturally, let him have an amazing learning ability.

"The talent you added to me?" Yazhi dug out a carton of milk from the plastic bag, and glanced at the real person casually, or mockingly, "Why can you give me a talent you don't even have?"

"The guys on the ground are very miserable, aren't you afraid that you will become like that?"

"Is this a threat?"

"It's the consequences you have to bear. After all, people are responsible for their own words and deeds."

"This kind of talk is just the content of the book, who stipulated it? Oh, it doesn't matter, anyway, it is the twists and turns made by the weak to protect themselves. The essence is just an excuse for punishment." Masaharu lowered his eyelids halfway, lips The corners curled into a slight arc. I have to say that the real person likes his expression, a little bit of disdain, a little bit of sarcasm, "Everything you do to me is because I didn't resist."

It doesn't matter whether you don't want to resist, or you don't have the ability to resist, the end result is the same.

The real person looked at him.

It is trying to figure out Yazhi's thoughts.

From Masaharu's tone, he doesn't regard himself as a human being at all, and he has no sense of belonging to human beings. Of course, he grows at an astonishing speed, and has never come into contact with other human beings in such a short period of time.

It doesn't seem appropriate either.

Masaharu is just pure and doesn't think about those things outside of him.

"So now, do you know what you are, Masaharu." Masato bent down, with a weird, twisted smile on his face, "Guys who are still wasting air here, especially the woman in the corner, don't you Don't you feel anything?"

"Whose IQ are you trying to insult? Ah, after all, he is extremely arrogant." Masaharu narrowed his eyes, "I have been conscious since the moment I was cut out by you, idiot."

idiot……

idiot? ?

The real man gritted his teeth.

If it is said that the real person was surprised when facing a human being with such a character at the beginning, that surprise made him temporarily ignore the unbearable offense, but if he was constantly stimulated, the real person felt that he did not have such a good temper.

Its hand reached out to Yazhi again, casting a dark shadow on the child's forehead and cheek.

But Yazhi just raised his eyes, stared at it impartially and emotionally stable.

He didn't even raise his neck, didn't tremble his pupils, the hand was pressed towards him, but his eyes kept falling on the blue pupils with the magic color.

"Ah."

The real man let out a soft laugh from the tip of his nose.

"Looking at your appearance, I'm afraid you won't regret being killed like this. After all, you still don't know anything... You don't look like a human at all."

Without pursuit, without faith, without companions, he is a monster that was born less than a day ago.

"I'm not interested in killing you at all." The real person summed up his feelings, "In comparison, I'm more looking forward to what you will become."

Throw him into human society, will he be influenced?

He is still an out-and-out bad species, relying on his soft appearance to do things that make even murderers tremble.

Leave him in the group of curse spirits, and he will fully integrate into it.

After all, he is a guy who has no empathy for his kind.

"I don't like yin and yang talking." Yazhi raised his eyelids, "I'm hungry, and I don't have time to talk to you now."

He unwrapped the milk package, he didn't look very skilled, and he scratched his fingers.

The real person straightened his waist, from his perspective, Masaji was very short, with flaws all over his body.

"Want to go out and have a look? Yazhi." Zhenren suddenly said, "Didn't you say that you hate such a dark and dirty environment, I can take you out. You should have high standards for your own residence... Well, it seems that it is still Gotta find that guy."

Half an hour later, Yazhi appeared in the street full of people, fully dressed.

Traffic, noise, light.

Everything here is very strange, Yazhi stopped and observed for a long time.

"Come here, here." The real person patiently gave him half a minute to digest, and reminded him aloud, "We are going to meet our companions."

"companion?"

"My kind."

"A guy like you?"

"Hmm... Masaharu, you don't know what I am, do you?"

"It's not human."

"Similarly, you haven't seen what ordinary curse spirits look like." The real man walked obliquely in front of Yazhi with one hand in his pocket, "My appearance is very similar to that of a human, so you think it is very harmonious."

Yazhi followed it, and turned his eyes when he heard this.

"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, I can get used to it. I don't care about beauty and ugliness, so you don't need to feel inferior if you are ugly."

Reality: "..."

Real person: "If I can't control your mouth anymore, I will pull out your tongue."

Yaji was silent.

The real person has a sense of victory to win a round, "Why, are you afraid?"

"I was just thinking, what a loser you are."

Reality: "..."

Masaharu: "Only people who are strong outsiders and capable in the middle are like to use threats. If you don't like me, I will do whatever you want. I just want to say the warning. Isn't this giving the prey a chance and giving him a way to survive?"

The real person opened his eyes slightly.

Magic.

The child seemed to have no human attributes.

He dismissed the meanness and hypocrisy of human beings.

They came to the chaotic crossroads, Yazhi's young image and his alone situation made the pedestrians around couldn't help but strike up a conversation,

"Kid, are you alone?"

"Where are your parents? Why did you run out alone? What will you do if you get hit by a car later?"

"This side of the road is too dangerous, come, let's go to M Ji over there with my sister, and my sister will buy you a children's meal!"

Yazhi shook his head away from these people, and was grabbed by the hand,

"No! You can't run around, you can't cross the road, right? Did you run away from home?"

The kind-hearted high school student realized that his tone was a little tough, and immediately squatted down and said softly, "I'm sorry, sister is not mean to you, where are you going? Let me guide you, please?"

She tilted her head and looked at Yaji's face under the hood with a good-natured smile.

But unexpectedly, he met a pair of pink pupils that shone with a cold luster under the shadows.

Sullenness, impatience, and disgust, these uncomfortable emotions rushed straight to the high school student, making the girl tremble at a loss, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back, always feeling that she had messed with something dirty.

Her expression was a little out of control, and she stammered, "For example, if you don't need help, then, just be careful."

The girl turned around and walked a few steps quickly, and turned her head frequently, each time meeting Masaharu's devil-like eyes.

demon.

The girl bit the word.

How could a child have that kind of look!There must be something wrong with this kid!

Behind her, the real person withdrew his hand regretfully, "I originally wanted her to lose an arm, after all, it's disgusting to strike up a conversation without giving up."

Screaming in public, dragging his ugly limbs, facing all kinds of sharp eyes from outsiders, he spent the rest of his life suffering.

Yazhi turned his head and stepped onto the sidewalk under the green light, "Let's go, she didn't delay us now."