Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The gentle man's gentle tone was almost pleading, not to mention sincere, this attitude alone was not so aggrieved.

Song Le pursed her lips, still slightly fluctuating with anger.

Turning to look at the boss, his face was indifferent, and soon he sneered and spoke.

Just when everyone thought he would refuse indifferently, they unexpectedly heard him ask lightly: "Any conditions are acceptable?"

The gentle man nodded shrewdly and said: "Yes, the premise is that you will try your best to assist us in developing a vaccine."

"Yes." The boy said after listening.

But his eyes turned to the tall man just now.

The gentle man had a wink, and was about to open his mouth to show courteousness, but was stopped by his cool voice.

"Sacrificing one and saving more, do you think it's worth it?" the boy looked at the man and asked.

That gaze was cold and gloomy, and the man's heart skipped a beat when he was stared at. He couldn't help being a little short of breath, but he still insisted: "Isn't it?"

Hearing this, the young man nodded and hummed.

Continue to ask: "Is there anyone you care about?"

The man became vigilant, he pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, "What's none of your business?"

Seeing this, the young man understood, so he stopped looking at him, and returned his eyes to the gentle man, and said indifferently: "Drain the blood of the most important person in this man, dismember him, and stew it for everyone here to eat. After eating, I will just help."

"What did you say?!" After hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, and then he was overwhelmed by nausea, shock with red eyes, and anger!

He has nothing else to worry about except the one he loves the most.

Now this young man is actually taking revenge so cruelly for a small favor? !

The young man didn't repeat it any more, but only glanced at him indifferently, the corners of his lips curved like a ruthless sarcasm.

Song Le hesitated when he heard the words,

"How?" After a long while, the boy said lightly and confirmed his words in the dead silence.

"Of course..." The gentle man hurriedly said, but was stopped by the man's deep roar.

"You just paid a little blood, but you make such a cruel request? Is this the same?!" The veins on the man's neck almost burst out.

As if he had endured a lot of pain.

Song Le's mind was complicated and unspeakable, but it was difficult to arouse pure sympathy.

——Suffering falls on others, it is all random and taken for granted, only when it falls on oneself, do you know the pain.

But who is not innocent?

"You also know that I am making a request now?"

The boy's black eyes were cold and cold. Although he could communicate normally, he was still a little unskilled in some sentence patterns, so he spoke very slowly.

Like Ling Chi--

Song Le subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, pursed his lips and remained silent, not knowing what to say, nor how to face it.

The gentle man agreed with all his heart, agreed on other odds and ends, and drove them to a laboratory that was more advanced and well-equipped than the Future Research Institute.

The arranged rooms are more comfortable and spacious than before, and the sound insulation is especially terrible.

Song Le didn't expect that the problem of taking a bath would be solved so soon. After a comfortable bath, she returned to the warm room.

But the refreshing feeling has not yet passed, and it was picked up by an inexplicable depression uncontrollably.

The boy had just come back from the outside, and what he saw was her wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting on the bed, looking lost in thought.

After thinking about it for a while, he closed the door tightly, walked up to her, and said in a low voice, "I didn't do that."

Song Le didn't notice him coming in, and was startled by Xiao Xiao, then looked up in confusion: "What?"

"I didn't really do that." The boy met her gaze, paused for a moment, then tilted his head impatiently, and said indifferently with some discomfort.