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

After dealing with those people, Sharan returned to the room. This time, no one came to disturb him.

The dinner was quietly delivered to the door. Sharon had no appetite. The people he saw during the day made him feel physically disgusted. How did those people who came from the Federation come out? I don’t know where to get them His genes, copied out.

Thinking that these people are people who are related to him by blood, but they are molested without resistance, Xia Ran only feels sick for a while.

After dinner, Xia Lang became a little sleepy. During the years he was imprisoned by Xia Yang, he lived in a place without light, and spent most of his time sleeping. Naturally, there is no biological clock left. He can sleep when he wants to sleep. sleep.

The big bed here is very comfortable. Xia Yang has always been a very enjoyable person, but he doesn't know where he went.

He shouldn't be treated badly by Xia Xing, right...

And Xia Xing's sentence: "Even if I am not your own, what does it mean?"

In the memories that Xia Lang came into contact with, Xia Xing shouldn't have such thoughts.

Did he miss something?

Thinking this way, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, but suddenly opened them in the middle of the night.

There was no one in the huge room, but Xia Ran got out of bed directly, knocking on the door regardless of his pajamas: "Is anyone there?"

no respond.

There was a dead silence outside the door, and the guards who had been watching the night before seemed to have disappeared.

Xia Lang quickly turned on the optical brain in his hand, and the light of the optical brain faintly lit up, but before he could say a word, a pair of hands suddenly pinched his wrist from behind.

Sharon stiffened.

Guangnao didn't seem to notice all of this, but asked sternly: "Good evening, Your Highness, may I help you?"

"I--"

"It's nothing." Xia Lang only said one word, and the people behind him helped him connect the following sentences with a low voice.

The light brain should be able to identify the difference in each person's voice, but when it heard this voice that was a little darker than Sharan's voice, the light brain did not have any doubts: "Alright Your Highness, what else can I ask you?" help you?"

Xia Lang still wanted to speak, but his mouth was tightly covered by a big palm. He bit down directly as if resisting, and the man let him bite, but it was Xia Ran himself who hurt in the end, the man's finger Rock solid.

"Back off, don't come out to disturb me without my request." The deep voice firmly held Xia Ran in his arms, and replied.

The light brain received the recovery, and slowly put away the light just now, and the man's body relaxed.

Xia Lang took this opportunity to break away from the man's hand and was about to flee forward, but the man didn't give him a chance to escape at all, and only jumped lightly and pulled Xia Ran back again.

"Where are you going?"

"What are you doing, Chris!"

This time the man didn't cover Xia Ran's mouth, so he could turn his head angrily and speak to the people behind him.

"Do you know it's me?" The voice chuckled, but he didn't seem too surprised. Just as he finished speaking, the light in the room suddenly turned on: "If I had known, I wouldn't have come to you in the dark."

Watching the lights turn on, Sharan subconsciously looked out the window, hoping that someone would notice the abnormality here.

"Give up," Chris said lazily, "Since I can appear here, those good guards of yours will definitely not be able to save you." His head was deeply buried in Richaron's shoulder , The rough beard stubble stuck on Sharon's delicate skin, and soon it turned red. Sharon wanted to escape in disgust, but Chris snapped his head straight.

Intoxicated, he took a breath of the man's neck and felt the struggle of the person in front of him, but Chris did not let go of Xia Ran, but turned him around and faced him: "Long time no see, Xia Ran."

He licked his lips with his tongue, with an expression of an excited hunter on his face, looking at the black-haired beauty in front of him: "How have you been these few years?"

"Better than you, ah——" Sharon skillfully broke away from Chris's hand holding his waist, and was about to escape, but was caught by Chris again, this time directly dragging Sharan ankle, directly dragging him back.

"Why did you run away? You are my savior?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Chris's eyes, but his tone was extremely gentle: "If you hadn't saved me six years ago, I would have died on the training ground Li, Sharan, what are you afraid of? It's too late for me to thank you!"

"I—" Hearing Chris mention what happened six years ago, Sharon's face changed, as if he had grasped some life-saving straw: "Yes! I saved you! You can't do this to me!"

Seeing that the people under him had completely lost their proud calmness and self-respect, Chris didn't feel much joy in his heart, but the dark thoughts somewhere in his heart intensified. People, and a body that would leave red marks when tightened: "Aren't I just thanking you?"

The person in the past was not as sensitive as he is now, so who trained them now?

"For the grace of saving your life, you should promise it with your body. Isn't this a famous saying from your empire?" After he finished speaking, he directly tore off Sharan's pajamas.

"No...don't...don't!!!!" The last resistance didn't stop Chris from moving, Sharon closed his eyes in despair, not daring to look at Chris's expression.

The well-made fine uniform did not resist Chris's easy tearing, a large piece of fair skin leaked out, and what was more conspicuous was the large blood-red pattern that diffused from the waist. The visual impact almost hit Chris's eyes directly, and blood quickly filled his pupils, making him look extremely terrifying.

There is a totem of the sun branded on it.

In Chris's memory, although Sharan looks thin, he actually has a lot of muscles. Years of training have made his muscles not like the big ones that the nobles trained in the gym or practice room for no reason. A muscle that has no other purpose than attracting the opposite sex and emitting hormones. The lines of each muscle of Sharon are extremely smooth. Their existence is prepared for the master to make various fighting movements more smoothly, but he never Unexpectedly, one day, he would see Xia Lang's body become what it is now.

The original eight-pack abs disappeared, leaving only the six-pack abs caused by being thin. The skin is paler than the exposed skin, showing a soft and morbid appearance, and the blood-red tattoo on it is also because of this. It looks very strange, and it is obviously an extremely upright sun totem, but in this sentence, there is a little more temptation in the body.

"who is it--"

In fact, Chris already had the answer to this question when he asked it subconsciously. The burning feeling in his heart welled up in his throat, and then spread to his whole body, causing him to control Sharan's hand trembling slightly.

"You already have the answer, so why ask me again?" After the last secret was revealed, he calmly became Sharon. He half closed his eyes, not looking at the person who was still oppressing him, his tone However, there was an imperceptible tremor in his eyes: "Why do you have to..."

Want to see?

The last half of the sentence was left unsaid.

Xia Lang has never been one of those useless beauties who can only cry or accept fate. When Xia Yang tattooed this kind of tattoo with a strong sense of possession on his body, he did not resist, but the resistance was ineffective, so he could only accept his fate.

He didn't think this tattoo really represented anything, but Chris was different.

From the moment they met, Sharan discovered that Chris looked domineering on the outside, but was actually stern on the inside. In essence, he was still the young boy who had been relying on him. The most vulnerable part of his eyes was still looking for Louis's protection.

Everything he does, like a rebellious child who attracts the attention of his parents, is essentially admiration for his parents.

However, Xia Lang came this time to cut off the last concern.

Louis is dead, only Chris' enemy Sharon is alive.

"You guys! How could you—" Chris' whole body was stiff, his voice was trembling, and there was even a hint of crying, "How dare he—"

You are clearly brothers, aren't you!Why did Xia Yang dare to do such a thing!

Close your eyes, let go of the last trace of nostalgia: "Is it related to you? Chris?"

After finishing speaking, a huge amount of energy burst out from Sharon's body, and he threw Chris from his body and flew straight into the gorgeous wall, making a bang.

His earrings were flashing light blue light, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

It is impossible for the second prince of the empire not to have some cards to save his life.

With a "boom", Chris slammed into the wall heavily, and then slid down the edge of the wall, but he didn't have any intention of resisting, and he still didn't seem to recover.

Xia Ran moved his stiff body, propped himself on the bed with one hand, and sat up from the bed panting.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" His expression was indifferent, as if he was facing a stranger, "General, I think these matters should be the private affairs of our empire."

The clothes on his body have almost become a large piece of fragments, unable to cover his whole body at all. As he got up, the clothes slipped off, revealing the round shoulders and graceful collarbone. The beauty is shocking, but the body's The master didn't seem to be aware of all this at all, and the words he spit out were mechanical and ruthless: "If the general wants to use this secret as a bargaining chip for tomorrow's negotiations, we can carefully consider it at the negotiating table."

Seeing the man in front of him spit out these business-like words with a face that had nothing to do with him, Chris thought that he should be angry, but for some reason, a deep sense of powerlessness and despair replaced the anger, and he relied on On the wall, the bump just now was a piece of cake for an SSS-level reformer, but for some reason, Chris suddenly felt pain all over his body.

His father's words were still in his ears. He said, Sharon is no longer the original Louis. He now represents the empire, and there is only immortality between him and you. He saved you before because of his duty as a guard. If you die , then they will not have a good time.

He knew what his father said was right, but there was always a trace of secret expectation and stubborn disbelief in his heart.

What if Louis has something to hide?

What if Louis was coerced by Xia Yang?

Six years ago when he was in a coma of despair, the voice that kept calling his name, and the figure that broke through everything and rescued him from despair were the only hope he had dreamed at midnight in the past few years. In the video of that day, the thin figure who jumped down from a high place and called him was saved together with the record of saving him alone from countless mechs when he was a child. I read it over and over in my spare time until I knew it by heart.

How could he refuse to believe that this person who had twice risked his own life to save him would hurt him.

When Chris came here alone today, he didn't intend to force Sharan. He had many, many questions to ask, but when he saw Sharan's indifferent face, they all turned into tyrannical thoughts of conquest and The desire to destroy, just want to devour the person in front of him.

He screwed up again.

He closed his eyes and looked at the beautiful figure of the person in front of him. Six years ago, he was completely different from what he is now. He was less cold and more charming, but it was because he became a man under another man. Such.

"Did you... voluntarily?" The last hope in his eyes was about to disappear, Chris asked as if grasping the last straw: "He forced you? Right?"

"Chris, I'm an Imperial now." Sharon replied, "As much as I was loyal to the Federation before, I will be as loyal to the Empire now."

The last hope faded into ashes.

Chris slid on the ground, and the federal general who conquered everything was disheveled and embarrassed, but he didn't mean to get up from the ground: "I... ask you the last question, six years ago, why did you save me? ?”

"Save you?" Sharon raised his eyebrows: "Are you talking about the failed plan six years ago?"

"Failed... plan?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and Chris was stunned for a moment: "What are you talking about?"

Xia Lang tugged at his clothes, turned his head and replied, "I thought you wouldn't wake up, but I didn't expect it to be my miscalculation."

Chris couldn't believe it: "Didn't you save me?"

I have watched that video countless times. If you want me to die, wouldn’t it be fine if you didn’t save me then?Why do you want me to never wake up after saving me?

"Because if you die, even if the price is very high, the Federation will definitely create another SS-level reformer." Sharon's eyes did not look at Chris, and he was still lowering his head and fiddling with his already ugly pajamas: " But if you are just unconscious, then they will definitely not give up on you so quickly, but have been trying their best to find a way to save you, so for the empire, this is the most hopeful situation, isn't it?"

He covered his shoulder with one hand, tilted his head slightly, looked at Chris and said, "Not only consumes the resources of the Federation, but also controls their strongest combat power, isn't it good?"

Chris's heart went cold inch by inch. "" He never thought that he would hear such an answer: "You, what are you talking about..."

"Do you know why you ran away?" Xia Lang said softly, "Because I brought up the thing you are most afraid of seeing in your heart."

"The experience of being taken away must have been aggrieved, painful, and powerless." Sharon looked at Chris who was trembling all over, and suddenly raised his voice, calling Chris' name: "Chris, you Said you like me, did it start from that day?"

"I—" Chris's mind became completely muddled for a moment, and he lost the ability to think. Many clips flashed through his brain quickly, but he still couldn't freeze on one picture.

He didn't say yes, and he didn't say yes, but Sharan answered for him.

"You don't like me, it's just a strong mentality." He stepped off the bed, and walked in front of Chris with his slender and straight legs in a few steps: "What you like is just the girl who saved you in the fire and water." It’s just a shadow, anyone can do it except me.”

Is it really?

Chris didn't look up, his eyes were lowered, looking at the pair of extremely beautiful feet in front of him, the nails were round, the ankles were slender, exuding a luster like jade in the faint light, and he heard the voice above continue to say : "You hated your powerless self at that time, so you naturally fell in love with me who was capable at that time. After that, you grew up little by little and became stronger, but you still have the shadow of that time in your heart. You are not good enough yourself, so you subconsciously rely on me—"

"wrong!"

Chris suddenly interrupted Sharon's words.

"That's not it!" He retorted loudly, "Absolutely not!"

What Sharon said sounded very reasonable, and Chris couldn't find any reason to refute it for a while, but he reflexively felt that what he said was wrong.

"Then tell me, what's wrong?"

Sharon took a step back slightly, and removed those beautiful feet from the range that Chris could see when he lowered his head. Chris could only raise his head to look at the person in front of him, but his angle just happened to hit him. For the tattoo on Xia Lang's waist, the rebuttal he had just thought of for a while suddenly forgot all of it.

The bloody sun tattoo always reminded him that the person in front of him no longer belonged to him.

"Do you still have the same feelings towards me now? Why did you stop when I couldn't resist? Didn't you just see that I no longer have the ability to resist before, and I am no longer the previous Louis. You can only do whatever you want, so you feel lost, don't you?"

There was a hint of a chuckle in the calm voice. If Chris was still fully conscious at this time, he would definitely feel that the current Sharon is very different from the one he knew, but he has already fallen into a daze.

He took a step back, and the person in front of him seemed to have turned into a siren, and every word he said was a fatal temptation.

The unarmed beauty cornered the iron-blooded general.

"There seems to be nothing wrong..." Chris murmured.

【warn!warn!The favorability of the target is extremely decreasing! 】

[How much has it dropped? 】

[Ninety...eighty...fifty...] The system was surprised and said [How could this be?It was obviously only the last step before! 】

There were only ten favorability points left, but now it's all over, it's all gone!

[It doesn't matter, there is a saying called, die and live, isn't it? 】Sharan expressed his calmness 【And, I have other things to do】

Chris propped his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, his nerves had been stretched to a limit, a foreign voice occupied his mind, repeating a sentence over and over again.

"You don't love him!"

"You don't love him!"

"The only thing you like is the shadow that saved you at that time!" The heart constricted suddenly, and the brain had collapsed, but the heart was still resisting the invasion of this thought. Chris's expression was slightly distorted, and his eyes were staring straight at the ground , so he didn't see a silver light that the man in front of him was holding in his hand at some point.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his shoulders, he raised his head slightly, and in his peripheral vision, the cold tip of the knife stopped on his neck.

This is obviously not an ordinary dagger, Chris felt a dangerous breath in it.

The tip of the knife was pointed at his neck, and a slight push could kill him, but he didn't move.

He looked down at the tip of the knife, as if talking to the owner of the knife: "You stab it."

He's crazy.

No matter what, he still didn't believe it.

He would rather use his life to prove that he was right.

[The favorability level has stopped at sixty and has not changed.] The system said to Xia Ran.

[It's still a seed of infatuation, don't you believe it after all this? 】Sharon held the knife in his hand and let out a very slight sneer.

This knife was given to him by Xia Xing before he left, and it is enough to deal a fatal blow to a SS-level modified person. As long as it is stabbed into the fatal part of a modified person, even an SS-level modified person will be like Ordinary people are slaughtered like necks.

But the SS-level reformer in front of him seemed extremely calm, as if he didn't see the threat, and even slightly opened his neck, so that the blade could be more completely spread on his neck.

"Are you confident that your body is strong enough?" Xia Lang asked, "Aren't you afraid of even a dagger?"

A biting chill on the side of his neck made Chris calm down.

"Then why don't you want to do it?" When Chris spoke, his slightly trembling neck was cut by the tip of the knife, and a trace of blood flowed out. Although the cut was not deep, it looked particularly terrifying: "Sharan, are you here again?" What are you afraid of?"

The tip of the knife shifted slightly, avoiding Chris' wound, and even trembled a little.

Chris grinned confidently at the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, he was right, and Sharon couldn't bear him at all.

Those words were all lies to him, he must have something to hide, but it doesn't matter, they opened up the words, and he can slowly——

"Don't lie to me, I won't—"

Blood splattered.

Chris's smile was still stiff on his face, and before he even felt the pain, countless dark red liquids suddenly splashed on his face.

He looked at the knife stuck in his heart in disbelief, and the beautiful hand holding the knife.

The knife even twisted slightly after it was stabbed in. White fingers held the handle of the knife, stirring his flesh and blood. Chris even heard the sound of his heart muscle being cut.

And the young man in front of him, his eyes were still calm, his hands didn't shake at all, as if he didn't do anything, the person in front of him was not his old lover, but just a dead thing.

The knife was thrown on the carpet without making any sound. Xia Ran looked at the bloody young man lying under his body, and wiped off the blood stains on his hands on his pajamas.

"Now, do you believe it?"

[Ding, the current target favorability is zero]