He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 139 [139] My NO.11

In the dim room, on a small high platform, sitting against the light, a black-haired boy was hugging the back of a wooden chair.

The broken black windbreaker on his body was slightly shaken by the blowing wind, his arms were resting on the top of the backrest, his chin was resting on the arms, his eyes were closed, his slender eyelashes were slightly curled upwards, underneath was a straight and delicate bridge of nose, and a red as red The lips of blood.

The bright moonlight shone around, reflecting his shadow, as if the moment when the moon and stars met in time and space, a layer of black and cold scales appeared faintly on his pale and lifeless cheeks.

Looking from the side, with just one glance, you may be able to completely fall into the delicate face of the young man, who is so exquisite that it seems like the creator of the axe. He is willing to be tightly entwined by the thorny thorns. Even if he loses his life, he can't wait to kneel at his feet. Beside, begged with a contempt, a cold look.

But even if it is contempt and coldness, maybe the young man is too lazy to give it.

His lips moved slightly, and he sang an ancient song that no one knew.

It was probably a song handed down from the ancient Twilight Continent. It was mysterious and cold, and it mocked a group of blind and ignorant so-called believers, who regarded monsters as gods, evil as justice, selfishness as greatness, and ignorance as greatness. Self-respect is considered brave and fearless.

He laughed lowly.

There were corpses piled up all over the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood. Everyone's already cold and stiff faces still showed that uncontrollable crazy love. to beg the young man for a glance.

——The faithful believers, are they believing in the gods or their inner desires?

Maybe they don't even know it themselves.

Pushing open the door, the woman who walked in with high heels frowned slightly involuntarily when she smelled the bloody smell coming towards her face.

With a humble attitude, she lowered her eyes and tried her best to resist the influence of the youth's ability. Her voice was a bit lacking in confidence, and she said softly: "You have been here for almost half a month."

"I don't eat or drink, and I don't bask in the sun. I close the windows during the day and look at the moon at night."

"It's time to come out and walk."

Hearing her words, the young man humming alone finally trembled his eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time.

The red and magnificent vertical pupils are like red gemstones that glow at night, and there seem to be countless years and years flashing by in the eyes like a horse watching flowers.

Obviously immature and immature, but the extremely indifferent blood-red pupils are stained with the color of the sea after hundreds of billions of years of time and space travel from the ancient dusk.

"It's been half a month." The boy said quietly.

The voice was deep and hoarse.

He sat up, no longer hugging the back of the wooden chair, looked at his dark shadow stretched by the moonlight behind him on the ground, and continued: "Time flies so fast."

When the neck was exposed, only then did people see the wound on his pale neck that had already formed a dark red scar.

"I seem to have a dream."

The boy stood up, turned around, and looked at the huge full moon outside the window with blood-red pupils.

Stretching out his hand, the pale white fingers with distinct bones seemed to be touching the moonlight, feeling its indifferent coldness.

"After I closed my eyes and fell asleep, I vaguely heard the sound of endless fighting, the roar of sea water, the sound of lightning and thunder, and—"

Fu Yi paused, and the gloomy chill appeared in his pupils, "The sound of a falcon flapping its wings and piercing the sky."

"I seem to recognize it."

Fu Yu said: "—that is the enemy of fate who shot me down from the upper courtyard of the world tree to the courtyard."

Living between the eyes of the vulture at the top of the world tree, the falcon that brings all wisdom.

*
Shi San stared at the boy's figure. After he was forced to leave the house that day, he entered the operating room again. This boy seemed to have changed. His blood-red vertical pupils were like a bloodthirsty, cold and vicious snake.

When No. [-] saw this young man, he was extremely excited and crazy!

"Awake." The clown said in NO.13's ear, his pupils were wild, showing the ultimate light, "Shisan, our god has also awakened."

At that time, Shi San knew that he was being used by No. [-].

He guided himself to bring this failed boy back for another purpose.

"Don't be angry." Clown Zero Four smiled softly, wrapped his arms around Shi San's waist, breathed on her cheek, and said softly, "I can tell you everything I know."

With a snap of his fingers, an oil painting appeared in front of Shi San's eyes.

On the oil painting, there is a huge boa constrictor with black and white patterns spiraling around its body. One of its eyes is golden and the other is red. Winged falcons fight among the clouds.

Zero Four quietly smiled and said, "Look."

"Here is the corner of the Ragnarok war hundreds of millions of years ago."

*
The lab's founding ancestor made a mistake.

The god fragments that have been handed down from the ancient continent are actually incomplete, and what they saw were only remnants.

There are still torn things in the middle of the fragmented scroll, and that part of the lost and broken record is from the battle of Ragnarok back then.

- The war of the falcon and the snake.

*
"Haven't you woke up yet?" The brown-haired boy was lying in front of the glass cabin, looking through the glass at the girl receiving brain treatment, and said worriedly, "No. 11 is too slow, I'm already awake."

He sighed, put the blue windbreaker on his body, and tugged at the hem of the flying saucer next to him, "How long will it take?"

UFO smoked a cigarette, rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Be patient, No. 12, it will be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl in the glass cabin trembling her eyelashes slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.

Jing Shu felt a little pain in his head, and the laser emitted by the instrument was like a hand stirring around in his brain.

She frowned slightly, trying to remember what happened before.

It seems that, when performing missions with NO.12, he was slapped by the opponent's person and suffered a little head injury?
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a well-behaved and cute brown-haired boy lying outside the glass door in front of him, blinking his big eyes and looking at him sadly.

Jingshu: "..."

"You're finally awake!!" The boy opened the hatch in surprise and pulled her up, "I've been waiting for you for a long time NO.11!"

"My name is Jingshu, how many times have I told you?" She sat up speechlessly, looked at the flying saucer, "I remembered brother."

The man smiled and narrowed his eyes, twisting the cigarette in his hand and said, "Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Jing Shu nodded, came out of the instrument cabin, and lay there for an unknown amount of time, his body a little stiff.

She is a human being who came to this world by accident. She didn't expect that the good pregnancy she had been looking forward to was finally coldly photographed by the waves of reality.

Oh shit.

What kind of world is this damn? !

It's not normal anyway!It's completely different from the one I used to be!
A bunch of children here have superpowers. These superpowers who appeared unexpectedly were taken in and protected by the laboratory, and they ate and drank every day and took good care of them.

But even so, there are still very rebellious guys who want to use these abilities to do bad things.

The supernatural being headed by the rebel [-] secretly led a group of guys to sneak out eight years ago, and established a base to deceive the [-]th district in the western part of the mainland to unite, intending to invade the entire continent and enslave human beings under the superhuman powers. hands.

In order not to lose his job, Jing Shu resolutely joined the ranks of hunters to hunt down the escaped supernatural beings and protect the human beings hurt by them.

On the way to form a confrontation alliance in the 12th district in the east to deal with the supernatural beings, she and a pair brought by NO. laboratory treatment.

After the treatment, he suffered from brain problems, lost his previous memory in the laboratory, and even met Lin Yi, a green tea whose real identity is the god of the laboratory!So he was taken to the brain treatment room to recover his memory.

To be honest, Jingshu felt that his brain had really endured too many things that it shouldn't have endured since time travel.

--too painful!
Is it so difficult to be a rice bug and wait to die? ? ?
After a little exercise, NO.12 stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders, his voice aggrieved, "Let's go back to the room NO.11, I have been waiting for you for a long time, I have been lying on the instrument cabin and looking at you, I am afraid You won't wake up."

Jing Shu waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'm not dead yet, don't look like a mourner, okay?"

The boy pursed his lips, held her back, and stopped talking angrily.

Seeing this, Jing Shu smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to grab his face, "It's time for dinner, go to the cafeteria and get me mushroom soup, go back to the room and wait, I will report to Professor Jia Wei first."

The brown-haired kid nodded obediently, a little disappointed, "... Got it."

*
Jing Shu has never liked Professor Jia Wei very much, and the Jia Wei in his memory seems to be a beast in clothes.

When she knocked on the door and shouted to the man in the experiment room, "I'm here to report on my work", Professor Jia Wei looked at her in a daze, then raised his eyebrows as if he had realized something, and said, "Come in. "

Jing Shu walked in and threw the report written for her by the flying saucer during her treatment onto the man's desk, "No, this is the status report from the last mission."

Unexpectedly, Professor Jia Wei rolled his eyes and said sharply: "Written by a flying saucer?"

Jingshu: "..."

The old chicken thief's eyes are so damn vicious!

She glanced away guiltily, and said: "Emmm, what about me, I just finished my brain treatment, and the flying saucer kindly helped me write it while I was in a coma, so I can't trample on other people's wishes... Just, just use it gone."

"Heal the brain?" Jia Wei pushed his glasses.

Jingshu explained: "Before——"

"Okay, I see," Professor Jia Wei interrupted her, "Your brain is sick, it's not been a day or two. Go back, rest for a few days, and don't have to go out for missions these days. Talk to the god who just woke up Speak."

Jing Shu: "...No."

"Going out every day to do tasks on the front line of life and death, and you still have to flatter the leader and even let me talk to the boss when you come back??? Am I so free??"

Professor Jia Wei: "Five insurances and one housing fund."

Jing Shu: "... I know Dad, I'll go there later."

Say so.

but--

say?

Ghosts are going to talk to Dead Green Tea!Wouldn't it be nice for her to go back to her room to drink mushroom soup and read magazines in this free time? ! !

By the way... I haven't read the nude photos that UFO gave her yet!

Thinking of this, Jing Shu swallowed, his cheeks flushed, and he ran towards the room impatiently,
For the internal structure of the laboratory, after living for so many years, she is as familiar with it as the back garden of her own home.

Returning to the room soon, he was about to ask NO.12 to take out the mushroom soup and the paper bag containing the magazine, when he saw that well-behaved and cute brunette boy sitting by the table in the room with unhappy eyes, holding a black marker pen Paint and draw on the naked photobook of beauties that Jingshu wants to see.

Painted all the important parts into a bunch of black things, and now, I can't see anything.

Jingshu: "..."

Jing Shu: "...what are you doing?"

The brown-haired boy raised his eyebrows, and said to her in a sour voice, "It's nothing, it's just something that conforms to the core values ​​of socialism!~"

Jingshu: "..."

A second later, a violent roar sounded in the pink room——

"Die! Kid! Kid! Do you know what you did to make people hate you!!!"

NO.12 said stubbornly not to be outdone: "I only know that NO.11 just now you promised Professor Jia Wei that beast in clothes to see others!!!"

Jingshu: "?? How do you know?! You followed me??"

NO.12: "..."

NO.12: "Hey, I... I passed by Professor Jia Wei's laboratory office, and I heard..."

Jingshu: "..."

Who would believe it! ! ! !
"Okay, you damn kid!! Overheard my work report!!" She picked up the mat by her feet and threw it at the young man, "Eavesdrop on me and paint my photobook!!!"

"NO.11 You admit it! The latter sentence is the key point!!"

"It's called Jingshu!! Damn, correct you so many times and you still don't know how to repent!!"

The once pink house is still pink, nothing has changed, except that there are two more desks for them on the former children's toy mat.

There is also a thin curtain between the two beds.

After cleaning up the boy's meal, Jing Shu sat at the table drinking mushroom soup.

The brown-haired boy leaned against her, holding the girl's arm tightly and not letting go, "NO.11... I didn't mean to break your things."

"Heh." Jing Shu sneered expressionlessly.

NO.12 immediately lowered his eyes, his well-behaved face showed a bit of grievance, and muttered:
"I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Always, stay in the instrument cabin for treatment. I want to come out to see you, see if you are better, and see how your injury is doing."

"But I've only been with you for a while, and you're going to find the gods. I'm so sad."

He reached out and hugged her waist, buried his face in her neck, and said sourly, "Don't go to the gods, okay..."

"Finally, I can finally stay with you like this again."

"NO.11."

"I always feel."

"It seems like we've been apart for too long."

"..."

*
Jing Shu was a little puzzled by this sudden remark, but seeing his pitiful appearance, the depression in his heart that was painted by the young man in the picture still dissipated a little, rubbing his fluffy brown hair, and said amusedly : "Twelve, we haven't seen each other for two or three days, okay? Why do you come to your place and act as if you've already passed away?"

The boy paused, did not respond to the ridicule, but hugged her even tighter, with a dull voice——

"I do not care."

"Anyway."

"I don't want to leave you again..."

　Come~~ The world view is about to be completely revealed! !

　　This chapter has [-] words combined into one, so there is no next update!Goodnight everybody!
　　
　
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