He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 118 [118] One generation is dead
A familiar face, an unfamiliar name.

Every time the heart beats, it seems that a knife is scratching it fiercely.

Why did you come to the fourth area in the first place?
It's to find someone.

What now?
found it.

right in front of you.

--opposite.

There was a mocking smile on the boy's well-behaved face, but he didn't know whether the irony was laughing at the girl on the other side or himself.

I've only seen it once, and it's etched in my mind forever.

The face smudged by dust, and the small expression when he was shocked, were like a small feather scratching his heart, which he didn't want to forget.

But when we meet again, we find that it is better to forget.

"Cuihua is not her real name," NO.12 said with a smile, "so who are you?"

Following the boy's last words, the blue electronic screen of the portable system appeared next to him.

The electronic screen remotely scanned Jing Shu's face, and compared her identity based on the outline of the facial features.

The mechanical sound is like an electric current passing through the brain, "Experiment No. 11, ability: Eagle Eye and Burst."

NO.11.

Heard the number again.

The boy took out the bullet from his chest, held it in his palm, and slowly tightened his fingers.

The dark and strong smell of gunpowder came from the palm, accompanied by drops of blood overflowing from between the fingers.

Blood dripped on the ground, he let go of his hand, and blood-stained ashes fell together.

There was a little red light in the brown eyes, and the red lips curled up, "NO.11, I have heard of this number. It turns out that it is a former 'roommate'." He also squinted his eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, NO.11."

The hem of the blue windbreaker was blown up by the wind, and a few pieces were torn at the hem, which looked quite incomplete.

Jing Shu tied her hair back, held a gun in both hands, and a trace of coldness flashed across her dark eyes.

She rarely looks expressionless, because she is always smiling, as if she is never angry.

But the boy felt it from her eyes.

—she seems very angry now.

anger?
Right.

NO.12 The smile on the corner of the mouth is even bigger, but the pain in the chest is also getting heavier.

For hurting her companion.

"No roommate, I'm not familiar with it," Jing Shu took out his sunglasses from the breast pocket of the windbreaker and put it on, and said in a chilly voice, "My roommate is not you, who is deliberately using this word to disgust?"

The boy's face turned ugly for a moment.

"I know," NO.12 took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's that damned defector from that generation."

"I heard from UFO that the two of you used to have a good relationship and were inseparable. Sometimes you slept on the same bed, right?" The boy teased in a brisk tone.

Jing Shu's eyes sank, and he didn't answer his words.

Seeing this, the young man clenched his fists, and then quickly changed the subject, his tone tinged with sympathy—"Unfortunately, NO. The whole sea is dyed red."

"..."

"The body has been salvaged for a long time. After all, genes are very important, but except for the head, the other limbs are gone. Later, several mutated sharks were found wandering in the area where he fell into the sea. Therefore, the stump of the guy in the first generation It must have been eaten by fish."

"..."

The young man suddenly burst into laughter, he couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes, and kept taunting the person in front of him and her former partner with words, "It's so pitiful, NO.11, he didn't have a whole body in the first generation! His body is gone! !"

"Ah... that's not right." The boy stopped laughing suddenly, stared fixedly at the face of the girl opposite, stretched out a finger, and pointed to his temple, "It can't be said that his body is completely gone."

"The head is still there." He raised his eyebrows, and said softly, "No. 11, the brain of the generation is still here."

A second-generation product copied from a salvaged head.

Obviously the same face, the same gene.

But girls have two attitudes towards themselves and towards the generation.

Jealousy filled his heart.

He admired Jing Shu's eyes and face that became more and more cold because of him, as if only in this way would the aching heart get a little pleasure from it.

　There is one more chapter before twelve o'clock! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)