【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Zendik knew in his heart that his steps were a bit hasty, as if he was running away.

That Ruindramon was transformed by him, and...

Not out of control.

He just wanted to test the power of this ancient machine, and originally did not want to involve Sohrei, but at that time, since she broke in on her own, Zendik reluctantly regarded her as part of the experiment.

There is no way, excellent scientific researchers must deal with unexpected experimental situations.

According to Zendik's analysis, with Sohre's physical condition, she would die in less than half a minute.

Zendik was very confident in his judgment, so he just leaned against the tree in the dark and yawned lazily. The countdown had already started in his mind:

"4,3,2,1......"

She ducked.

Zendik couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, and his lazy eyelids were forced up, causing his eyes to be unconsciously attracted to the woman's figure.

At this sight, his body unconsciously moved away from the tree trunk.

What was fixed in those eyes was an extremely deep and bright blue.

It was not fleeting, fleeting, not his hallucination, but the blue that was definitely fixed in her eyes.

Zendik's hand had unknowingly clasped tightly at the gap in the bark of the tree, and veins popped out, revealing the owner's inner shake.

Zendik was now sure.

This was the eye he saw in his dream.

Before his mind could react, his body had picked up a stone and smashed it into the exposed core of the Ruindramon.

It feels very uncomfortable to destroy your own experimental product with your own hands, let alone an experimental product that seems to be successful so far.

But Zendik actually suppressed his regrets and walked step by step towards the girl who was infinitely close to comatose.

"Duo, tuo, lei..."

He heard the girl's inarticulate murmur, and the panic that had just surfaced in his red eyes immediately subsided and was replaced by cold sharpness.

Dotore?

This woman chases him every day, does she think of him as a Dotore?

Is it that similar?

Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth a little, but at this moment he couldn't leave her alone here.

For the first time, he felt helpless and compromised within himself. For the first time, he felt that he was not sure of his own feelings.

This feeling was suffocating and boring, but he had nowhere to vent it. He could only let his mind wander over and over again, making him worried and unpredictable.

"Sohelei, this better not be your trick."

Although he has been tricked.

He heard Sohre's words.

She said she was worried about him.

It's really ridiculous. He still needs a weak woman from Sohre to worry about?

Worry more about yourself, idiot.

Worrying about others can also put her own life on the line, so calling her a fool is not too much.

Zandik didn't realize that he, who had always had a pessimistic attitude towards human nature, would rather think that an outstanding senior who had a bright academic future was a fool, and he didn't have the slightest doubt about the sincerity behind her words.

There was also a relatively complete ruin machine left in the cave where they were temporarily staying, but for the first time Zendik felt that he couldn't focus on it.

Even if his vision was filled with mechanical structures and parts, Sohre's frail appearance and those blue eyes would always appear in his mind.

"..."

Zendik is a person who is very good at stopping losses in time. Instead of continuing his research inefficiently, it is better to quickly solve the factors that affect his research.

For example, Sohere's injury, Dotore, for example, those blue eyes.

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The girl didn't want to flip through the notebook at first, but the cave was very humid, and the stalactites on the roof of the cave were dripping water little by little. Although it did not drip onto the notebook, if the water droplets hit it with enough force, it would also hit the notebook. Sputtering all around.

Most of the inks and papers developed by Teyvat at this time are not waterproof. Their scholars usually store important research and notes in a dry environment. No matter how careless a scholar is, they will not let the paper become stained with water.

So the girl moved with some difficulty, grabbed the notebook in her hand, rubbed it on her body, and wiped away the water stains on it.

In order to make it easier to take it, he inserted his fingers casually between the two pages of paper, revealing the exquisite pictures inside.

To say it is very exquisite is an exaggeration. After all, in the current research environment, it is impossible to draw the results neatly with a ruler and compass. Basically, they are sketches drawn by the scholar himself.

Zendik's illustrations are no exception, but there is no trace of sloppiness at all. Although the edges of the picture are a bit rough, the proportions are precise and can be seen at a glance. Most of them are drawn in one stroke, which shows the keenness and meticulousness of the painter. .

Compared to Datore's sloppy and wild handwriting, Zendik's handwriting can be said to be regular and elegant. When writing quickly, the pen edge is sharp and crisp, but the overall font is refreshing and clear, the text is concise and precise, and the layout is Properly done, it can be said to be pleasing to the eye.

Sohelei's own notes are detailed and the fonts are beautiful, but the large amount of text piled up will inevitably make people feel dizzy.

The girl recalled those nights where she had sex in order not to expose her secrets, and she couldn't help but sigh:

If Sohelei had taken notes in this form, why would she have stayed up all night?

"What are you looking at?"

Zendik's voice suddenly sounded, and the frightened girl suddenly raised her head, holding Zendik's notebook in her hand, neither hiding it nor putting it away.

Facing Zendik's departure and return, the girl had no clue at all. She looked at the notebook she had spread out in her hand, and at Zendik with a strange look on her face, and finally decided not to expose herself.

No.

It's leniency for confession.

The girl put on an apologetic smile and raised her head to meet Zendik's probing gaze:

"I was afraid that water would get wet on your notebook, so I accidentally glanced at it when I picked it up."

“Your layout and illustrations are beautiful.”

Zendik withdrew the hostility in his eyes, smiled and nodded:

"Thank you."

Then he bent down and took away the notebook from the girl's hand.

She didn't know if it was the girl's illusion, but she always felt that Zandik's movement was a little too forceful, and the not-so-smooth pages of the book were heated by the friction between her fingertips.

But when she looked at Zendik, she couldn't see any trace of anger.

In fact, Zandik doesn't care about his notebooks like other scholars.

After all, he could remember every observed point in academic research and every flash of inspiration.

So his notes are always concise.

As for the accompanying pictures, they are just there to make the research less boring.

However, this does not mean that his notebooks can be read casually.

Zendik's suspicion of human nature was pushed to its peak at this moment——

Could it be that this woman had been approaching him all this time to steal his project?

If it was just a signature, he wouldn't care so much.

What he cares about is this knowledge, and he doesn't intend to share it with others.

After all, knowledge is a resource.