I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 118 I didn’t kill anyone

In the room, a girl with long fiery red hair was huddled on the bed.

Her eyes were red, and a trace of lingering pain appeared on her dull face from time to time.

The door was pushed open.

Sean walked in with a smile, while Zhu Zhu subconsciously shrank back several times.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sean opened his hand and motioned for the other person to come over, but this time, Zhu Zhu hugged him without attachment.

Instead, she sobbed and asked timidly: "How is Ten...Mio Thirteen?"

Sean took back his hand and said calmly: "Dead."

Zhu Zhu froze on the spot, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"W-what did you say..."

Sean's expression did not change at all: "Mio Thirteen is dead."

Big tears rolled down. Zhu Zhu originally thought that she would no longer feel sorry for the other party.

Her pain stems from the conflicting perceptions in her mind.

She has already confirmed Mio Shisan's betrayal, but if she were asked to catch him personally, she probably wouldn't be able to do it.

But for some reason, she always felt that she had to ask the other person clearly. If the answer she got was the same as she imagined, then... she should take revenge.

She did so, and Mio Thirteen did betray her and was caught.

At first, Zhu Zhu thought she would have the pleasure of getting revenge, but as time went by, she gradually realized that that was not what she wanted.

The conflict between the two emotions left her in deep agony.

When Sean told her that Mio Thirteen was dead, she was surprised to find that the grief in her heart did not diminish. Instead, it was like a tide blocked by a dam, all of it rushing back.

She sobbed, not daring to hug the man. She just shook her head desperately: "Why, why did you kill her..."

Sean didn't answer, just took Zhu Zhu's hand over.

"Does her death upset you?"

Zhu Zhu cried and shook her head, she didn't know.

Sean just put on the circle made of long black hair for her.

Feeling the different touch on her hand, Zhu Zhu cried and raised her head, then froze in place.

"Thirteen……"

Sean stood up: "What she left for you...well, there is this."

Round pupils emerged, and a picture appeared in mid-air.

"Don't change Zhu Zhu's heart. Let her... let her continue to be herself. You can make her hate me... but don't let her become someone she is not."

"Send her home and let her decide her own future path..."

The picture disappeared, and Zhu Zhu froze in place as if his entire soul had been extracted.

Sean grabbed Zhu Zhu's hand and put it on his heart: "Her last ability was left to me, but what I didn't expect was that this ability was for you."

Zhu Zhu pressed her hand on the man's chest, and she could faintly feel that there was a familiar power inside.

"Why...why..." The girl burst into tears.

Sean said softly: "Some things were her own choices, but what I didn't expect was that besides you, she would also betray the Walker."

"Then, why did you kill her? She, she must have had her own reasons..."

All the memories of the past came flooding back, and Zhu Zhu's voice was filled with questions. People's emotions are so changeable, and Mio Shisan's last words before his death directly broke Zhu Zhu's heart.

Sean just smiled calmly: "I didn't want to kill her. I just brought her back to help you vent your anger."

Zhu Zhu was struck by lightning.

Yes...yes, I want to capture Shisan...

Sean continued: "Do you know what Mio Thirteen's biggest shortcoming is? She starts to learn to be bad, but she is not bad enough."

"There are always people like this who wake up at the last moment..."

Zhu Zhu's emotions were on the verge of collapse. She shook her head in pain: "Then...can't you just let her live..."

Sean just pressed the girl's hand tighter to his chest, and said softly: "You should know the function of this ability, right?"

His eyes were burning: "What if I tell you... I didn't kill Mio Thirteen?"
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Walking out of the room, the girl inside had already sobbed and fell asleep.

She finally calmed down, but still needed a little help, so Sean gave her a sedative.

This time the person standing at the door became Luo Xi. She propped her long, white thighs on the railing. When she saw Sean coming out, she immediately put her legs down and frowned: "I keep lying to her with my abilities, that little one." The girl will go crazy sooner or later, right?"

She has begun to learn to be cruel and ruthless, not because of sympathy, but because she feels that this is a bit too impatient.

Sean just smiled and pointed at his heart: "There are restrictions here. I can't use my ability to deceive Zhu Zhu anymore."

Luo Xi frowned: "Then she won't fight with you?"

Sean stretched, but there was not much happiness in his smile.

"Because I wasn't the one who killed Mio Thirteen in the first place, so I said she was a bad person, but she wasn't bad enough."

Ignoring the confusion and surprise in Luo Xi's eyes, Sean waved his hand: "Let's go, I need you to do me a favor."
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"Mr. Lyman, more than a dozen cell activity injections have been ordered."

In the underground laboratory of a suburban villa, a researcher in a white coat felt a little pained.

That meat ball had taken more than a dozen of their cell activation injections, and its healing power was truly amazing. It was almost back to its human form.

But the other party's brain waves were obviously becoming more active, but there were still no signs of waking up.

Lyman's face looked a little ugly. He was sure that this man had some conflict with the [Golden Ghost], and he saved him firstly for the information that might be useful in his mouth, and secondly for his own research in the future.

But this guy actually lost consciousness.

Whether it is intelligence or subsequent research cooperation, normal people are needed. What is the use of such a vital meat ball?

"Keep treating me!"

"Okay, okay..."
-

On the outskirts of Paradise City, the original site of the shelter.

After that war, all the remaining items in the shelter had been emptied by several major forces.

The place has lost its value, and the mad beasts have begun wandering around again.

However, there are still sporadic scavengers who venture here.

If we can’t eat the meat or drink the soup, then I can always pick up some scraps that fell on the ground, right?

War and destruction will always leave some useful things behind. Those big forces don't care about such small things, but for scavengers, if they are lucky, they may be able to get something important.

Mopan is very lucky today. Ever since his father, also named Mopan, died, he who inherited his father's name and some pitiful superpowers has rarely been so lucky.

A scrapped mechanical arm was dug out of the soil, and Mopan's face showed joy.

Although it's broken, it should be no problem to sell it on the black market for about 20,000 credits.

(End of this chapter)