My stockpiles found each other's presence

"I cleared the level 20 times, how about you?"

"I've only played a few characters, about a dozen times. Minglai probably has the most clearances. I just glanced at the record and it seems to be more than 30 times."

"Are you going to continue?"

"Stop playing, stop playing, you're so sleepy, don't drink the spirit potion, it's not good for your health if you keep drinking this thing and don't catch up on sleep."

A group of researchers put down the helmets in their hands tiredly, or lay crookedly on chairs, sofas, or the ground. Everyone's face was filled with satisfaction, just like a group of salted fish sharing their experiences here.

Someone looked around and asked strangely, "Where's Minglai?"

Jinping sighed like a dream: "Go back to sleep, I really feel sorry for this game, otherwise I wouldn't have seen such a cute side of Lai Lai!"

"Well, the master has always been so cute, otherwise the annual worker..." Chang Qing casually echoed a sentence when he was sleepy, and suddenly thought of something. Ji Ling sat up, his face pale and panicked: "What time is it? Are we not at work?"

"Going to work?" Researcher A studied the word dully, looked back at the time, and said, "Three past ten in the afternoon, what the hell is afternoon!! How long have we been playing games???"

"I...we...have...work...two...days..."

The researchers in the entire internal testing room were so frightened by this sentence that they all woke up. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and their faces were all the same ugly. Finally, they went to check the time to make sure it was true. After finishing his work, he suddenly fell silent.

3, 2, 1.

What are you waiting for, run away! ! ! !

A group of people swarmed out and rushed towards the research institute. There were several stampede incidents on the way, but both the perpetrator and the victim did not pursue the investigation, because their lives were about to die. ! ! !

Changqing ran at the front and sprinted 800 meters to the laboratory. Standing at the door, his legs flopped and he knelt down. He was quite useless and stammered, "...year, year worker."

Yi Zenian leaned casually on the experimental table, his head was lowered, his indifferent face was filled with indescribable gloom, oppressive like a lingering dark cloud, and an A4 paper tape was held between his slender fingers Let's take a look, the above is the research data of this holographic game, and the messy paper next to it is some messy game strategy and the like.

Changqing recognized it, it was his handwriting, he just threw it in the lab after writing it, and it just happened to be seen by the junior worker, it was his death! ! !

"I can explain it to the annual worker!!" Changqing struggled desperately: "Yes, I played games with the master for your experiment. The master was extremely excited when he was playing the game, far more than when he was attacked halfway. Sometimes the mood swings are much bigger, this is all the information I extracted, you can learn from it!!"

The group of people in the back didn't know what the experiment was, but they immediately agreed after seeing the situation: "That's right, that's right, we were afraid that Changqing would be too busy alone, so we helped him together!"

"I'm willing to go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire for my annual salary. What's the point of playing a game!"

Yi Zenian gave a short laugh, but it was cold and cold, and there was no smile at all. The people who wanted to make jokes just now immediately fell silent, not daring to do it again.

The young man casually let go, and the information on his fingertips hung down and slowly fell to the ground. He casually raised his eyes and glanced at the door. His voice was low and cold like the sound of metal clashing, and said: "Since you are so energetic, Let’s advance the C experiment plan.”

"thump!"

Everyone's legs softened, and then they followed in the footsteps of common sense. They either knelt down or sat down on their buttocks. You looked at me and I looked at you, and tears were shed. At this time, the C experiment is in advance, that is to play to death They ah ah ah! ! !

After the young worker left, someone choked out a sentence: "...the master is really a disaster."

Everyone feels sorry for each other.

……

When the researchers were working overtime to carry out the experiment, the sleepy panda damaged countless brain cells and wished he could knock himself out with his head, the culprit, Ming Xiaoyao, slept the most soundly, and it was already the next morning when he woke up.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling that he could sleep for another 500 years, but he woke up immediately in the next second.

He widened his eyes, wrinkled his nose and carefully sniffed the smell in the room. A carp sat up straight, and saw that the young man was sitting on the sofa beside him, with his head slightly tilted. His face was plated with gold, and he still wore the same sweater, trousers and white coat, but it looked fit and elegant on his body. His slender legs overlapped together, and his knuckle fingers casually flipped through the documents in his hand. He said to the boy without raising his head when he heard the movement: "Change your clothes and go to the pharmacy."

Minglai looked around subconsciously, making sure that this was his own room, he scratched his head, turned over and stood up, slowly opened the closet and casually took out two sets of clothes on his body.

After coming back from Gus City last time, his closet has been filled with all kinds of clothes. Ming Xiaoyao can tell that the style is not normal after seeing the style, so it goes without saying that he knows who is so considerate.

He changed his clothes, combed the chicken coop head casually, but was not in a hurry to leave with Yi Zenian. Instead, he picked up the kettle to wash it, filled it with clean water, and then solemnly watered the red Buddha lotus.

Yi Zenian stood up, and the tall figure enveloped him. The young man looked down at the extraordinarily gorgeous red Buddha lotus blooming on the balcony, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand: "This is the lotus that makes you so precious." ?”

"Don't touch it!" Minglai held the flowerpot in his arms nervously and looked at him vigilantly. Clear my daughter's innocence!"

Yi Zanian's expression was subtle: "Yi Minglai, I underestimated you, you are really crazy, you can even call out the word "girl" to potted flowers."

"What's the matter! Are you racist!" Ming Xiaoyao refused to budge when it came to his own daughter, and yelled at the young man, "This is my daughter, whoever touches her will be at odds with me! "

The young man hugged the flowerpot tightly, and his fierce reaction with a protective attitude was unprecedented. When he was captured by Mu Jiuming, he could pretend to be a fool, when he was intimidated and bullied, he could respond wittyly, and when he encountered an enemy attack, he could calmly face it. Yes, even after the setback in his career, he immediately regained his composure, but now he lost his mind because of a red Buddha lotus.

That is the existence that he cares about the most and that really enters his heart. It is his weakness, and it is the reverse scale that makes him go crazy.

This knowledge caused Yi Zenian to feel a wave of turmoil in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or anger. His calm and self-sufficient eyes had already turned blood red, and there was a storm that was about to get out of control. The human skin mask turned into a mindless beast.

Minglai was flustered when he saw him, and subconsciously wanted to run away with his daughter in his arms, but the next second he was restrained by the man and pressed heavily against the wall. Yi Zenian's breathing was next to his ears, and suddenly Numb and itchy, along with a slight tingling sensation came from the neck, the boy subconsciously "hissed" before realizing that this pervert had actually bit him.

Yi Zenian's sharp teeth pierced the boy's tender skin, and a drop of blood was sucked into his mouth. The sweet smell made him unsatisfied and even wanted more, but the trembling boy in his arms made his reason clear by three points, But only three points.

"Yi Minglai, Yi Minglai, Yi Minglai." He whispered the boy's name, as if he was calling or muttering to himself, with a little nervousness and uncontrollable madness: " As I said, you are mine, your body and your heart belong to me, not to mention a potted flower, or even a grass that occupies your sight, I want him to disappear from this world."

Can a father who can't protect his daughter be called a father?

Ming Xiaoyao was so angry that he provoked him, instead of giving in, he glared at the man, and said forcefully: "Impossible! If you want to move my daughter, step over my corpse first!"

The blood in Yi Zenian's eyes welled up again, his hand was strangling the young man's throat, with a twisted smile on his lips: "You think I'm reluctant to kill you?"

Kill him kill him kill him!

He heard the craziness in his heart, kill this young man who made him lose his temper, only the dead are the most well-behaved and obedient, not only will not betray him, but will stay by his side forever, a human being with thoughts and opinions cannot Those who are controlled, love him, and of course want him to stay forever.

but……

When the boy raised his neck and looked at him fearlessly, Yi Zenian suddenly withdrew his hand. He stared deeply at the boy, took a step back, tore apart the space and walked straight in. Before the crack closed, he lost a word. come out:

"Tomorrow, wait for me in the pharmacy."

Seeing the crisis dissipated, Minglai immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the sofa while hugging his daughter: "Scared me to death, I almost died with him just now, speaking of me, I am such a person who is afraid of death How did you manage to fight him to the end and force him back?"

Ming Xiaoyao pondered for a while and came to a conclusion: "This is the greatness of fatherly love!"

Red Buddha Lotus clasped the tender bud on his wrist, twirled it twice, and then climbed up presumptuously to rub against the boy's cheek, like a human kissing, as if she was acting coquettishly or comforting him.

Ming Xiaoyao was very moved. Grabbing the tender buds was an affair, and when it was over, she had to act cheaply: "Baby, you are not allowed to know others like this in the future, do you know? You are a beautiful girl, you can't let others take advantage of you!"

Red Buddha Lotus controls Nianya to nod, signaling that she understands, then glances quietly at her eyes and is still furious and ready to rush out to die with the big villain, now her face is flushed and she is spinning back and forth in the main body. Ming Baiyi, who kept chanting "Shameless!", shook Nian Ya in confusion.

It's really complicated to understand tens of billions.

……

The manic storm crushed everything around him into powder, and he disappeared into the world without even a sound. If it weren't for the strong defense of this room, his ability would be enough to turn the entire research institute into ruins.

Yi Zenian's eyes were blood red with irrationality, and there were purple thunderbolts hovering in the corner of his head, his whole body was covered by black vortexes, and one hand smashed against the wall without using the supernatural power, which made him The mortal body is dripping with blood, like a demon like a demon.

"...Yi Minglai."

He chanted this name with deep-seated stubbornness, and the image of a young boy holding a flowerpot as his life flashed across his mind, and he was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming anger and jealousy.

Yiminglai Yiminglai Yiminglai!

He remembered the teacher's sigh: "Xiao Nian, one day you will understand human emotions, because you are human, it is inevitable."

He thought, he felt it, the brief sweetness, accompanied by overwhelming pain.

He remembered Mu Jiuming's flaunting: "Little Nian Gao, you will never appreciate my fun. No matter how bad, cunning, and heartless my little thing is, he is so cute that you can't get angry."

He thought, he felt Mu Jiuming's mood, he understood that the taste of that person was only more delicious than imagined, but also more painful than imagined.

Yi Zenian sat on the ground, he closed his eyes slowly, trying to clear everything from his mind, but at this moment he seemed to hear Yi Zecheng's voice, and still sneered with a bit of sarcasm, asking him :

"Yi Zanian, have you felt the pain of not getting what you want?"

...It turns out that this kind of suffering is what you can't ask for.