Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Being stared at his vitals by the cold knife point, Xia Yang remained motionless as if nothing had happened, even the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Why don't you continue? Baby?"

At this time, Xia Ran has put on that cold expression like a robot again, without a trace of warmth, and the fragility and temptation that just passed away seem to be just an illusion.

"You should know that the aggressive method is useless to me." Xia Lang's fingers slightly exerted force, and the silver dagger penetrated Xia Yang's body from the back, and also penetrated his heart.

For the first time today, Xia Yang didn't wear the Tang suit he usually wears, but a snow-white shirt like Xia Ran's. The blood stained his shirt and the bed sheets under him red, but Xia Yang almost didn't Unaware, there seemed to be a little satisfied expression on his face, as if he was enjoying the beauty of his blood flowing from his body.

"I thought you'd be a little bit reluctant to part with me." For the first time, Xia Yang put away all the expressions of indifference or carelessness, and raised his eyelids to look at Xia Lang with his last strength, with imperceptible seriousness in his eyes : "I'm really bad to you."

He chuckled lightly, his slender fingers were stained with his own blood, and wiped it on Xia Ran's face, and even applied it on Xia Ran's lips mischievously.

[Ding, the favorability of the current target Xia Yang is increased by two, and the target favorability is 95]

Xia Lang still maintained the posture just now, holding the dagger tightly with one hand, and his mouth was tightly squeezed, but the other hand began to be squeezed slowly unconsciously. He did not answer Xia Yang's question.

Xia Yang's blood dripped onto his body drop by drop, it was warm, like tears.

"I really treat you badly," Xia Lang didn't answer, Xia Yang asked himself and answered: "I've imprisoned you for so many years, used you, raped you, hurt you, it's normal that you don't like it. "

He didn't seem to care at all about the fact that he was going to die soon, with a seductive smile on his face, which was prettier than women, and his voice was sweet and seductive: "But, is it possible for you to like me a little bit?"

Xia Lang's hands suddenly began to tremble slightly, but his expression was still as indifferent as ever: "Xia Yang, if you want to hear a real answer, you shouldn't use Ling Ling on me.'

Xia Yang's voice just now seemed to capture his body and mind, with a hint of temptation.

"Baby, you are wrong," Xia Yang smiled like a child who was victorious: "Did you forget that I once swore that I would never use words to you again?"

[Ding, the current target Xia Yang's favorability is increased by three, and the target favorability is 98]

Xia Lang's originally plain pupils suddenly shrank, which was completely captured by Xia Yang.

"The spiritual master's oath is also valid for me, so I have no way to influence your inner thoughts. Tell me, what did you think of just now?"

As if struck by lightning, Xia Lang froze in place for a moment.

There is still a silver dagger stuck in Xia Yang's chest, the weapon he gave to Xia Lang to assassinate Chris, but it was dropped by Xia Ran without anyone knowing it, and now it stabs into his chest chest.

This is definitely not an ordinary dagger. It contains the latest biological toxin of the empire, which is effective even for a reformed person like Chris, let alone an ordinary person like Xia Yang.

Xia Lang's eyes were flustered, and he unconsciously let go of the dagger, but Xia Yang suddenly lost his strength and fell on him.

"Hmm." The two groaned at the same time.

It turned out that he had long since lost the strength to support himself, relying on the chest pierced by the dagger to support himself.

But even so, Xia Yang covered his wound with his hand the moment he fell down, and the sharp knife tip cut through his palm, but thus did not hurt the people below him.

"I'm sorry..." He said slowly, enduring the pain.

Sharon's fingers hanging on one side trembled slightly, and some disbelief flashed in his eyes.

sorry?

Xia Yang would actually say sorry to him?

What is he sorry for?

He opened his mouth to ask, but didn't know how to speak.

Xia Yang covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and tried his best to support the side of the bed with the other, so that his body could be slightly separated from Xia Lang's body, so that he could look at him completely.

His blood fell on Xia Ran's tattoo, mixed together, and finally flowed out along Xia Ran's beautiful waistline, spreading to the ground...

Such a coquettish beauty.

Xia Yang took one last look at the tattoo on Xia Lang's body, which he had tattooed on the person in front of him.

The last light kiss fell on Xia Ran's waist, and Xia Lang suddenly felt that his waist was burned by fire.

"Baby, I'm waiting for you in hell."

Xia Lang watched helplessly as Xia Yang finished the last sentence with a smile that seemed to be a farewell and a curse, then leaned his head gently on his shoulder, and closed his eyes forever.

He put his hand gently next to his neck, and found that Xia Yang had really stopped breathing.

He paused for a while, then gently put Xia Yang beside him, hugging his knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

[Ding, the current target Xia Yang's favorability is increased by two, the target's favorability is one hundred, and the strategy is complete] The system reported the data in a business-like manner, and then couldn't help asking a gossip [Host, what are you thinking? 】

The host obviously has other things to do now, why is he in a daze here?

[I'm thinking, I seem to have judged something wrong] Sharon said.

【What's up? 】

[I won't tell you] Xia Lang suddenly smiled, leaned over and touched the red tattoo on his body [However, should we take the counterattack route next? 】

After six years of confinement, he almost forgot what the sunshine outside was like.

【Host……】

【What's wrong? 】

【Do you like Xia Yang? 】

[How could I fall in love with a character in a game] Xia Lang calmly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood on his body, while answering.

[In case he doesn't...] Before the system finished speaking, it was covered by the splashing sound of Xia Lang turning on the faucet.

【kindness?what did you just say? 】

[No, nothing] The system hesitated to speak.

Xia Lang didn't seem to care too much, and continued to wipe the blood on his body carefully.

When he finally wiped off all the blood on his body, and then put on a brand new imperial uniform, he said something casually like a murmur, like an answer, or talking to himself.

"Anyway, it's impossible for me to fall in love with a psychopath."

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Chris followed Xiu Er down from the roof, and followed Xiu Er's footsteps to a secluded room. Xiu Er said that it was his bedroom.

He found the medicine and bandages from the room, sat Chris on the bed, and bent over to bandage him.

"Wait a minute!" Chris didn't know why, when Xiu Er was trying to untie his already ugly clothes, he suddenly tensed his body, and slapped Xiu Er's hand that fell down.

"What's the matter, General?" Xiu Er was holding the potion in one hand, and the other hand was suddenly knocked off by Chris, but he was not angry, but immediately became nervous: "Is anyone passing by outside?"

Chris was sharper than him, maybe he heard footsteps outside.

"No, it's nothing." Chris was stunned, looked at the ordinary-looking teenager in front of him, took a deep breath to relax himself: "...I'm just not used to being touched by others."

"But your wound must be cleaned, and it may be difficult for you," Xiu Er said, "If the general really doesn't like my touch, I can find a way to borrow a medical robot."

Medical robots are currently the most popular battlefield logistics robots. They can treat most wounds, but they are expensive. It is impossible for low-level soldiers like Xiuer to have their own medical robots. It is likely that the entire team will share one. , and if Xiuer goes out to borrow at this time, he will be in danger of being discovered.

"Forget it." Chris sighed: "You should do it."

He was just not used to it, when Xiu Er approached him with the medicine just now, Xiu Er's head was just under his chin, and his body could even feel the warm breath sprayed by Xiu Er when he breathed, from him From an angle, you can just see the slender and curly eyelashes on Xiuer's drooping eyelids - obviously it's just a very ordinary appearance, but Chris doesn't know why, and thinks Xiuer is a bit attractive.

He must have thought too much today to have such a thought, Chris thought.

In order to divert the messy thoughts in his mind, Chris took the initiative to provoke the topic: "How did you come to the empire as an undercover agent?"

While carefully washing Chris' wound with warm water, Xiu Er replied respectfully: "Report to the general, I came here with His Royal Highness Sharan."

"Sharan?" Chris was caught off guard when he heard the name again, and his face was a little uncomfortable, but fortunately Xiuer kept looking down at the wound on his chest, and did not raise his head: "Why did he bring you here? He knew Are you an undercover agent?"

"I probably don't know," Xiu Er replied, "At that time, the president asked me to follow His Royal Highness Sharan to the empire in the name of a friendly farewell."

"How many people are there like you?"

"I don't know, we have always been in one-way communication," Xiuer carefully took out a small bottle, poured a little potion from it, and poured it on Chris's chest.

The sudden sharp pain hit Chris, and Chris was shocked by the pain, and took a breath: "Hiss - what kind of potion is this, why is it so painful?"

He is not a squeamish person, and the body of the transformed person is also stronger than ordinary people. If he can feel pain, it must be severe pain.

"This is the potion for removing the neurotoxin in the dagger," Xiu Er became anxious all of a sudden, and pulled Chris regardless of the difference between up and down: "This is the antidote sent to us by the empire to prevent us from accidentally being recruited. There's only one vial each, and I haven't used it, I don't know how painful it is, sorry, General."

"It's okay," Chris quickly regained his composure, and managed to squeeze out a gentle smile: "Go ahead."

He is so fragile, it is a shame to cry out for such a little injury.

"This neurotoxin is a secret weapon developed by the empire. It is effective for everyone, including modified people. If you are infected with this toxin, you will continue to bleed and cannot stop," Xiuer explained: "Your injury should be We only knew about the first actual combat use of this neurotoxin, because I might be exposed to the battlefield, so the superior gave each of us a small bottle of antidote."

But the antidote is really very few. It was originally prepared for the imperial soldiers who were accidentally contaminated with a little bit, but now it is a bit reluctant to detoxify Chris.

Xiuer used most of the whole bottle of antidote, although he was very economical, but half of Chris's wounds were still bleeding profusely.

"It doesn't matter," Chris said, looking at Xiu Er's worried look, "Just solve as much as you can."

He laughed at himself: "Anyway, I can't die now."

"No, General," Xiuer pondered for a long time, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, there is another way."

"any solution?"

"Directly dig out your infected part," Xiuer said, "and then use the remaining antidote to cure it."

"Okay, come on." Chris said calmly.

But it was Xiu Er who hesitated: "But the part you injured is the heart muscle. I haven't studied medical courses."

Although the recovery ability of the reformed person is very strong, it does not mean that he will not die. The injured part of Chris is the heart. If Xiuer's hand shakes, then Chris, the life that he managed to recover with great difficulty, will be completely goodbye.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Chris smiled openly: "Come on, young man, I believe in you!"

Although he is not very big, but looking at Xiuer's still a little green face, he feels that he may still be bigger than him.

When Xiuer heard Chris calling him a young man, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.

"Then please lie down, general, I... have a try."

Chris lay down as he said. He was tall, lying on this kind of camp cot, half of his calf was outside, which looked a little funny.

Xiu Er suddenly chuckled, seeing Chris's eyes looking over, he quickly suppressed his smile, and returned to that serious boy again.

"What's wrong?" Chris was a little depressed, was he laughing at himself?

"Absolutely not, it's just that the general's current appearance reminds me of a magic trick I saw when I was young," Xiu Er half-kneeled on the ground, holding a flashlight in one hand to shine on Chris's chest, and holding a handful in the other. Xiaodao: "So I suddenly laughed out loud, sorry, General."

Chris asked, "What magic?"

"It's a very simple magic trick," Xiu Er said as he gently moved the tip of the knife on Chris's body. After the pain from the antidote just passed, the pain caused by the tip of the knife was already nothing to Chris. Not to mention what, he even listened to Xiuer's speech with great interest: "A magician invited his assistant to lie in an opaque box, and then cut two halves with a knife from the middle, but the assistant His feet are still moving, but his face can still make expressions."

"Is this some kind of human transformation?" Chris said with great interest, "If it's so powerful, if it can be cut down to the middle and still survive, it's at least B-level, right?"

The stronger the cyborg, the stronger his self-healing ability. If Chris didn't hurt his heart, even if one of his arms was cut off, he would still be able to recover.

"It's not," Xiu Er said, "it's just a little trick."

"The box was originally divided into two parts, and another person was lying in it beforehand. When the assistant lay in it, only the head was exposed, and the exposed legs belonged to the other person, so when the magician cut it, In fact, it didn't hurt them at all, it was just a cover-up."

"It turned out to be like this!" Chris suddenly realized.

Almost at the same time, Xiuer raised the knife and fell, Chris's injured part was completely cleaned up, and a living piece of meat was cut off, but the vitals were not hurt. Chris glanced at it and seemed to see that he had cut There was a flash of silver light on the piece of meat that came down, but before he had time to think about it, he was already attracted by the severe pain caused by the antidote that Xiuer had just poured.

"Ah!" Chris couldn't help screaming: "It hurts!"

"It's over, General," Xiuer bandaged Chris's wound, then leaned over to clean up the garbage and went out: "You can rest for a while, we'll figure out how to get out tomorrow."

"But," Chris asked, "where are we going?"

A trace of unknown emotion flashed across Xiu Er's eyes: "I don't know either, but you can sleep first, Your Highness."

"Get some sleep, maybe everything will be all right." Xiuer smiled at Chris with the garbage left over from the wound he had just treated in his hand.

Chris didn't think much about it, thinking it was just Xiu Er's words to comfort him, watching Xiu Er go out, he also slowly closed his eyes.

He was really tired and needed sleep to recover his strength.