Lord

Zhui Yeliang ran at full speed looking for the footprints of the reindeer. He knew the snow in Xianbelia. Soon, the traces of the reindeer would be buried. From the depth of the hoof prints, he could judge the approximate distance. With his speed , It takes an hour to catch up with this mysterious tribe.

The actual situation was faster than he expected, because Nuomin had set up camp, on the blue-purple horizon, more than two dozen rugs were scattered in a row, the herd of deer formed a circle outside, and dogs, far away, rushed into the night Cool barking.

Some of them came out, all of them were middle-aged men, holding steel spears. There were many reflective spots in the herd, which should be metal arrows. Zhui Yeliang was surprised that they were equipped with metal weapons.

He raised his hands and approached slowly. As the distance shortened, he recognized that the weapons, including the frame of the dog sledge, and the beam bones of the felt pack, were all skeletal remains.

Such a primitive tribe has the ability to kill fighting bones.

The other party shouted in the native language, and Zhu Yeliang answered a few words. They put down their spears and opened a road for him, leading to the largest one in the rug, the residence of the headman.

"Yezi, what's the situation?" Cen Zhuo asked nervously.

Zhui Yeliang controlled the sound channel and said to the controller cabin: "Prepare for negotiation, get things ready."

Cen Zhuo touched the pocket of the winter jacket: "Is it really okay to have such a little thing?"

"Trust me," the curtain of the felt bag was pulled up in front of him, and Zhu Yeliang quickly glanced around, "At the same time, prepare for battle, this group of people can solve the high-level bones."

Cen Zhuo was shocked, his palms were slightly sweaty.

A fire was lit in the felt bag, and a woman with two long braids sat behind the firepit. She guarded the stove and was the leader.

Zhuyeliang saluted politely and sat down by the firepit.

She is very dignified, with high cheekbones, slender eyes, black hair smeared with animal fat, shiny, broad shoulders, and a long necklace full of wolf teeth on her chest.

Zhuyeliang explained to her why she came, but there was no expression on her flat face, until Zhuyeliang opened the driver's cabin a little, and took what Cen Zhuo handed over, which was only a part, a dozen castor seeds.

The woman's expression changed, and something intense flashed in her eyes, ecstasy.

They started negotiating in a language that Cen Zhuo couldn't understand, it was very intense, at least for half an hour, Zhu Yeliang knocked on the cabin, and asked Cen Zhuo to take out all the things.

The woman took a bag of three hundred castor seeds, stood up, and led them out of the yurt.

"How?" Cen Zhuo asked.

"The data analysis is correct, 'I' is indeed here," Zhu Yeliang walked into Fengxue, "She agreed to exchange the castor seeds for the body."

"You are too cheap," Cen Zhuo teased, "is it worth three hundred seeds?"

"Castor seeds are a natural neurotoxin," said Zhu Yeliang as he walked and looked around, his weapon ready to be unsheathed at any time, "burning with fire has hallucinogenic effects. Planting something to summon souls, one castor bean seed can endow the headman with supreme godhead, three hundred castor bean seeds, what do you think it means?"

Cen Zhuo was dumbfounded: "Then she really... made a lot of money."

They came to the core of the tribal camp, an open space surrounded by torches, where a white reindeer lay lying down. It was pulling a birch cart. constant temperature cabin.

The constant temperature cabin is a type of biochemical cabin, similar to a life-saving cabin. It is the size of an adult male. After it is activated, it enters a low-temperature freezing state to help various organs of the human body to sleep safely. It is said that the effective period can reach 80 years.

Bai Ruoer put Zhu Yeliang's body into a constant temperature cabin and threw it far into the barbaric Xianbelia, letting nomadic tribes drag it on a reindeer cart, traveling around with the migration, Cen Zhuo had to be amazed at his ingenuity and intentions.

Zhu Yeliang walked up, put his big palm on the frosted glass cabin cover, turned on the heating system, and the frost melted, revealing a young face, in his 20s, with sword-like eyebrows, eye sockets, nose bridge, and corners of lips , every place is vivid and just right, sleeping, waiting for people to wake up.

It was me, who was stunned every night, the long-lost, the self in memory, who had finally regained after so many years.

With a bang, a torch hit the back armor, he turned around, and saw the female head woman avoiding the distance, and many longbows protruded from the felt bag around her, dozens of arrows left the string at the same time, and shot at him. On the scarlet armor, metal arrows deformed and bounced off, falling one after another on the snow.

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo exclaimed.

Zhu Yeliang's two knives were out of their sheaths. Although they were not lion's tooth knives, they were specially strengthened by the Skeleton Research Center, and the brand new blades cut iron like mud.Suddenly, drums sounded from the felt bag, the drum beat was very strange, fast and slow, very irregular, faint, and there was the sound of hitting metal pieces, which was familiar to Zhu Yeliang, it was a chord.

"Leaf?" Cen Zhuo noticed that the indicator light of his right CPU was flashing abnormally.

Zhuyeliang wanted to draw a knife, but found that the bone function was sluggish, and he couldn't move for a while.

The person playing the strings appeared, wearing a tall antler hat, carrying a metal mirror made of bone armor, and wearing colored silk like pheasant feathers, swaying from side to side with the weird drumbeat.

It is the dancing god.

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo was astonished, Zhuyeliang's right CPU was running in sync with the drumbeat.

"This Tiaoshen," Zhu Yeliang's left CPU was not affected, "the frequency of the metal string interferes with the computing function of the bones, no wonder they have so many bone remains."

Cen Zhuo couldn't believe it, half of Zhuyeliang was human consciousness, if it was an ordinary skeleton, wouldn't he be slaughtered by them?

The chord sound became more and more urgent, a noose was put around Zhu Yeliang's neck from behind, tied and pulled back, the huge three-meter-high machine suddenly collapsed.

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo shouted.

Zhui Yeliang forced himself to swing the knife, but he missed it, and the knife was thrown out, but it didn't go into the snow.

He struggled to get up, and the second mouthstring suddenly appeared, also Tiaoshen, with the same antler hat and pheasant cape, and then the third, fourth, and fifth, the raging billows overlapped and chased each other, Cen Zhuo watched Zhuyeliang's right CPU indicator light flashing rapidly, then turned off suddenly at the extreme point.

The lasso hit again, locking Zhu Yeliang's limbs, and the female headwoman reappeared in his vision, with high cheekbones, narrow and long eyes, condescending, and said something plainly.

Zhui Yeliang understood, she said: Kill the emperor.

Someone came to open the royal cabin, and Cen Zhuo heard the sound of the cabin door being pulled from the outside. He couldn't sit still, so he pulled out the pistol and dagger under the winter clothes anxiously, opened his posture and turned his head. connector.

Except for Zhuyeliang himself, no one has ever used it, the connector of Peony Lion.

Cen Zhuo thought about it, if he could connect to the peony lion... But a driver can only control one skeleton in his life.

But Yao Huangyun had access to two pieces, the mother-of-pearl Maitreya that turned into ashes and the life-swallowing knife left by Ma Shuangcheng.

Cen Zhuo held the connector, "What are you doing?" Zhuo Yeliang visibly flicked.

"Tiaoshen can affect the skeletal system." Cen Zhuo pointed the connector at his temple, "If another consciousness is connected, the two of us may be able to regain the right to control the bones."

What he said made sense, but the connector is the most sensitive part of a bone, and it was held by Cen Zhuo at this moment, about to be inserted into his neurons, Zhu Yeliang couldn't help but shudder.If doing AI is an exploration of the body, connecting can directly reach each other's souls, which is the deepest harmony of the spirit.

Cen Zhuo inserted slowly, the hard metal pierced into the warm body, trembling on the icy snow every night, the overflowing infrared radiation melted the ice and snow around the torso, and the white deer dragging the constant temperature cabin flapped its ears uneasily .

"Hmm..." Zhui Yeliang couldn't help moaning.

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo arched his body, clinging to his hot bulkhead.

Two independent consciousnesses are competing, two strong emotions are merging into one, countless pictures fly past each other, a sparse peach tree in the Pingqiong neighborhood, a girl who is broken in the middle of a chair, and a girl who has rolled her eyes with a smile Bai Ruer, the starry night sky, blood, engine oil, endless skeletal corpses...Suddenly, there is a photo of a person with a red face, touching his hair and laughing wildly.

Cen Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened, it was him, hiding in the corner of Zhuyeliang's CPU, he was trembling all over, every inch of his skin was burning up, as if it was about to melt, neurons and electromagnetic signals fought repeatedly, embracing in the struggle, They were throbbing with each other, dripping with sweat, as if they had experienced a dizzying orgasm.

Then there is their common memory, Shenyang, Beifu, Taitu, Wulanqia, hand in hand all the way, Lancheng, Xingdu, Jianghan, Yinghai, love and hate are endlessly entangled——

"We are birds and fish, we will never reach each other's shore!"

"I love you with all my energy, my whole life, every piece of steel in me!"

"This time, my Rider's Cabin is only open for you!"

"Ding dong!"

Cen Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, the snowy sky, the clear vision he had never seen before, three sets of detailed calibration parameters, and the sound of the beating heart in his ears, Ye Zi?He didn't even need to open his mouth, Zhu Yeliang answered in his heart: I am here.

The indicator light of the right CPU lights up instantly, the feeling of suffocation is transmitted through the neurons, and there is also pain like broken limbs, Cen Zhuo tried to squeeze his hand, it was not his hand alone - he was in the body that was cold night by night. In his soul, in his soul, there is me in you, and you in me. Through a bone, the spirit and the flesh are one.

The peony lion broke the rope brazenly, turned over and jumped up.

The Nuomin screamed in their native language, and through Zhu Yeliang's consciousness, Cen Zhuo understood that they wanted to run away.

Is it possible for two people to manipulate a skeleton at the same time?This question is fleeting, the peony lion swings a single knife, accompanied by anxious drumbeats, and the devil is invincible like a gust of wind. They are one person, have the same goal, have the same will, and share the same goal. a soul.

The hot blood was sprinkled on the snow, and the temperature was quickly taken away by the north wind. The proud headwoman lay down, and her proud Tiaoshen and archer, the castor seeds in her pockets rolled out, blown away by the wind. Buried by snow.

The peony lion took the blood-stained white reindeer and dragged his body, which had been sleeping for nearly ten years, out of this mysterious tribe and slowly walked away towards the apricot-yellow horizon in the south.

The supersonic shuttle cabin has been waiting by the Solaren River. The green bodhisattva who lost mobility was recovered and fixed in the cabin. The shuttle cabin returned at full speed and rushed back to the Jianghan headquarters of Jialantang before nightfall.

All the staff of the Neuron Research Institute were on standby. As soon as the constant temperature cabin arrived, No. 1 operating room was immediately opened. After disinfection, Zhu Yeliang pushed the constant temperature cabin in, but Cen Zhuo called him: "Yezi..."

He hesitated to speak, because he was afraid that what this operation wanted to capture was nothing but a fleeting consciousness, what if he couldn't catch it?If the transplant fails, this moment is their farewell.

Zhuye flickered the eyepiece light: "Wait for me."

"I don't care if you have a body or not," Cen Zhuo wanted to grab his hand, "I figured it out, a skeleton is enough, as long as it's you, I can do anything."

"But I care," Zhu Yeliang took a step back, "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will turn back into a human for you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the operating room. Cen Zhuo stared at the flaming figure and secretly clenched his fists.

Division 07 is gone, and the Lion Hall no longer exists. Regarding the consciousness transplant technology, there are only two volumes of materials preserved in the archives of the dyeing society. No one knows the good or bad of this operation.

For 34 hours and 28 minutes, Cen Zhuo waited outside the operating room for a day and two nights. When the door opened at sunrise, he stared at his darkened eyes, anxiously waiting for the verdict of fate.

Zhuo Yeliang was pushed out, and the real him, wearing a breathing mask on his young face, exhaled misty breath, Cen Zhuo felt relieved.

"How?" he asked.

"It was very successful," the technician in charge of the transplant reported briefly. "When the consciousness moved out of the body, preparations were made for the back-transplantation, so the whole process went very smoothly, and all the time was spent on memory synchronization."

"Then," Cen Zhuo held Zhuiye's cool and warm hand, "When will he wake up?"

"It's hard to say, maybe a day, maybe a year."

Maybe a lifetime?Cen Zhuo felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and suddenly, like nothing, Zhu Yeliang shook him back, making him tremble.

"President?"

"He..." Cen Zhuo lowered his head to look at that face, it was strong and clear, just like what Zhui Yeliang said, he could compete with Dai Chong, "Just gave me a handshake."

"Maybe it's an unconscious muscle twitch," the technician said honestly, "In the past few years in the constant temperature cabin, the muscle tissue has been well preserved, but if you can't wake up for a long time, muscle atrophy will occur. Let the medical center send a few people. Get as many massages as you can every day."

Cen Zhuo nodded, and personally pushed Zhu Yeliang to the observation room that had been prepared a long time ago. The spacious river view room was furnished as warmly as home, with flowers, paintings, and a big soft bed.

The little brothers carried Zhu Yeliang to the bed, and then left. There were only the two of them left in the huge room. Cen Zhuo changed the smart floor-to-ceiling windows to night mode, and the whole room was darkened, only a little lavender light.

He took off his coat, shirt and shoes and socks, revealing a scarred body like a dedicated virgin, and slipped naked into Zhu Yeliang's arms.

Both of them were naked, skin to skin, their body temperature was normal, but it made people feel hot. Cen Zhuo leaned on Zhu Yeliang's shoulder and closed his eyes tiredly.

He dreamed of kisses and other unspeakable intimacy, joy beyond imagination, woke up in a tide of numbness and throbbing, his waist was hugged, the corner of his mouth was wet and sticky, and one hand was at the corner of his jaw. Touch slowly.

Cen Zhuo was stunned, in front of him was a pair of deep eyes, sharp, focused, and hot that was different from others, Cen Zhuo hid back and didn't speak in a daze.

"What?" Zhui Yeliang frowned.

It was his voice, low and domineering, a little more sexy on the bed, and the hairs on Cen Zhuo's arms stood up.

"What, when did you wake up?" He turned over and wanted to get out of bed.

Zhuiyeliang hugged him, and the transplant staff was right, his muscles still had strength: "I woke up for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you in my arms."

Cen Zhuo didn't turn around, he was awkward, hugging the pillow face down.

"Excuse me?" Zhu Ye sneered, "You are such a shameless person, what are you doing?"

"Get lost..." Cen Zhuo scolded without confidence.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yeliang imitated his posture, hugged the pillow side by side with him, and pushed his shoulder against him.On one side is a gorgeous peony tattoo, and on the other side is a golden lion's mane tattoo, which is a perfect match.

"Damn it..." Cen Zhuo hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Your face," he glanced at Zhu Yeliang from the corner of his eyes, "it seems that you are with someone you don't know... Guilt."

Zhuyeliang laughed loudly, pressed on his back, Cen Zhuo quit, kicked him hard, this guy was so big and heavy that he couldn't roll over: "You, how tall are you?"

"Yijiuyi," Zhui Yeliang held his shoulders and kissed the back of his neck, "The body is only 24, and it can still grow."

"Fuck you 24!" Cen Zhuo felt it was unfair, "You're already in your thirties, why are you pretending to be young!"

"What's the matter, do you like Uncle?" Zhuiyeliang squeezed his wrist with absolute strength.

Cen Zhuo couldn't move, and stared back at that face, he was so handsome, so handsome, but no matter how he looked, he was a stranger: "I tell you Zhu Yeliang, what I like is your skeleton, you... If you want to get along with me, you have to go after me all over again!"

"Why are you so superficial, huh?" Zhuye sneered, rubbing the tip of his nose against his face, "Is appearance important? Shouldn't you look at your heart?"

"I don't care," Cen Zhuo tried his best to fight him, "I won't!"

Zhuo Yeliang suddenly relaxed, lay back, pulled Cen Zhuo into his arms, tilted his head and kissed his hair: "Cen Zhuo, do you know what the word 'controller' means before the war years?"

Cen Zhuo pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, shook his head.

"The driver is the person who drives the carriage," Zhuyeliang said. "A horse that runs wild is like a person's desire, free and unfettered, and the cart it pulls is life. If a person's life is driven by desire , What a terrible thing, right, that's why you need a controller."

Cen Zhuo looked up at him.

"The controller is a person's rationality," Zhu Yeliang stared at his wet lips, "thinking, ideals and conscience."

Cen Zhuo moved closer to him.

"Division 07, Lion Hall, and Ranshe, they are all rampant wild horses, dragging the world crazily, only you," Zhu Yeliang pinched his chin, "pull the bridle of desire, and let people live."

Gently, he pecked Cen Zhuo's mouth.

"Cen Zhuo, I love you," he said solemnly, "From now on, Zhuyeliang will be the ruler of the peony lion, and you will be the ruler of Zhuyeliang."

Cen Zhuo was about to speak, but Zhu Yeliang sealed it with a kiss. He made up his mind that starting tomorrow, he would chase this kid all over again.

Catch it and be your eternal lover.