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

Dadalia protected the girl very well, but at the same time, as a young boy who had just tasted the passion of love, he was not able to conceal his love affairs very well.

This also led to the fact that not long after, almost everyone in the Fool knew that "Master Mo Xi has a lover who is well hidden".

It turned out to be no big deal. At most, it was just being teased among colleagues or subordinates, but Dadalia, who was in the period of passionate love, was very happy about it.

Speaking of which, the power system among the Fool's executives seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

In the eyes of most people, the "rich man" and the "doctor" are unquestionable allies, while the "gongzi" is only closer to the "rooster" and is basically a neutral entity.

It's just that these days, although the "rich man" has no conflict with the "doctor" on the surface, he has become strangely close to the "gongzi".

"Dotore didn't react at all?"

Dadalia crossed her legs, tapping her knees impatiently with her fingers, with "disbelief" written all over her face.

"It seems so on the surface." Pantalone looked at the paper in his hand. After quickly reading the text, he threw the paper lightly into the fire. "That person Dotore has too strong counter-reconnaissance ability."

The meaning of Pantalone's words was obvious, but he paused:

"But during this time, he lost his slices, the laboratory and most of the experimental subjects..."

"Even Dotore would be a little overwhelmed."

Pantalone folded her palms and intertwined her fingers:

"But it's only for this period of time."

"Now, the smartest thing to do is probably to send her out to Winter. I will find a way to hold off Dotore as much as possible."

"..."

"I see."

Dadalia lowered her eyelashes and left Pantalone's office in silence.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Dadalia immediately felt a certain kind of cold gaze. When he turned his head, he found that there was nothing around him.

It shouldn't be.

Dadalia is definitely at the top among humans in terms of combat reflexes and reconnaissance capabilities. Of course, he will not believe that this feeling is an "illusion" - after all, if his superiors and colleagues are to move, It's probably not difficult to monitor him sensually.

Dadalia thought for a moment and didn't go to the girl's place today.

first day......

the next day......

Day three.

Dadalia came out of Pantalone's office and pulled the door handle, only to see a fool who seemed to have been guarding the door for a long time.

"'Sir' sir, Her Royal Highness the Queen invites you to come."

Is it His Highness?

Dadalia nodded.

Not surprisingly.

After Dadalia's footsteps gradually moved away, Pantalone opened the door, glanced around casually, and left.

-

The girl always feels tired today and has no interest in doing things.

Maybe, because I haven’t seen Dardalia for several days in a row, I’m feeling a little anxious about leaving?

Thinking of this, the girl laughed to herself, retracted her thoughts, and returned her gaze to the page. However, before she could read a few words, she heard a knock on the door.

The knock on the door didn't sound like Dadalia's - in fact, Dadalia had to force the girl to agree to let him keep a spare key, so Dadalia rarely had to knock on the door.

This knock on the door was a bit urgent. If you look closely, you can actually hear the screams and wailings hidden by the knock on the door.

The girl frowned, not knowing why she had such an idea, but her body subconsciously touched the door handle. It was not until the cold temperature of the metal handle stimulated her brain for a moment that she realized what she had done.

This feeling of not being controlled by herself made the girl frown - she didn't like this feeling, but she only hesitated for a moment and clenched her loosened hand again.

Since they can find this place, the girl doesn't think that a door can block anything.

The door was slowly opened, and what the girl looked directly at was only a vast expanse of white snow in the distance, but she could indeed feel the heat coming from in front of her - and the strong smell of blood.

It's cloudy.

Duoyun looked embarrassed and pressed down on the girl's body. There were countless wounds on his body, layered on top of each other, old and new, and this was only on his exposed skin.

Cloudy is like a child, or rather Cloudy is a child.

But he rarely acted coquettishly like a child, so at this moment, facing Duoyun hugging her waist, the girl was a little at a loss.

In fact, Duoyun may not necessarily be acting out of coquettishness. He probably really couldn't stand it anymore, but he did feel a little aggrieved in his heart.

So the girl leaned over and hugged Duyun's body, whispering comfort while using her fingers to pick up his clothes. What she saw made the girl take a deep breath.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe the body as a mess of blood and flesh when it was still young——

However, judging from the body structure of the girl, "Death" and Cloudy, they are all types that can recover immediately after being injured. There are a few scars, but they are obviously old injuries.

It's the way that when the wound is about to heal, it will tear open along the original direction of the wound.

The girl had some vague guesses:

"Is...'death'?"

Probably only "death" in the world could hurt Duoyun like this. After all, if it were another person, Duoyun could outrun Duoyun even if he couldn't beat him.

"...She, she opened that cocoon and absorbed the contents."

"Then, then..."

Duoyun's body trembled, his voice choked up, and he couldn't continue.

"..."

"Are you taking me to find her?"

"No..." Duoyun tightened his grip on the girl's clothes, "Take sister and run away, she wants to kill--"

Before Duoyun could finish his frightened words, he was interrupted by a familiar yet chilling voice. After hearing this voice, Duoyun couldn't help but crawl into the girl's arms.

"Goal, together."

"Death" appeared not far from the hut, her face was cold - not as dull or resistant as in the past, but with a kind of contempt and indifference - her current state was not like a person at all. "person", rather like a...

A machine that performs a task.

Her steps were slow but very steady. With a flick of her wrist, she held a long sword:

"Okay, let's hang together."