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

Dead and Cloudy were housed in a laboratory in Dotore.

The security level of this laboratory is extremely high. In Dotore's words, this laboratory can still stand firm even during the Demon War.

This is also the reason why the girl does not plan to take them back for the time being.

People from outside can't get in, and similarly, people inside can't get out without permission.

Duoyun has a certain amount of intelligence and spends most of his time sleeping, so apart from being a little anxious about not being able to find the girl when he is awake every day, it has no impact on him.

After all, it hasn’t been anxious for long before it becomes anxious and anxious——

Fell asleep.

But "death" is different.

It doesn't have enough intelligence to tell where and when it is now, and why the girl is not around.

Different from the anxiety about the cloudy weather, it is more of an instinctive fear, as if the foundation that I have always relied on has been suddenly taken away, and it is floating in the world like a wisp of wind.

It doesn't need sleep, and has no way to kill time. It can only hug its knees and wait uncomfortably.

"Thought" is a very ethereal thing.

——Since my birth.

There is one thing in my mind:

Raw.

I know for sure that I was not alone in the earth.

Something is with me.

Later someone gave us a definition.

It is raw.

I am--

dead.

I don't know what "life" or "death" means, but I think it's very appropriate.

Life is a very gentle force to me.

In the days surging in the earth's veins, life is warm. It records all the good and bad things, and it is also responsible for calming my restlessness from time to time——

It is omnipotent.

But its existence time is getting shorter and shorter. Sometimes, it is so thin that I can hardly feel it.

I was scared, so I asked it:

"Will you come back?"

I didn't hear its answer.

However, if, if it is it, it will definitely tell me——

meeting.

Then it completely disappears.

It doesn't matter, even if I'm the only one running around, I can survive until it comes back.

Wait for it to come back.

Wait for it to come back.

Wait for it to come back.

Wait for it.

it.

Won't be back.

I don't know how long it took, and I can't tell, but I seem to feel it - it's there.

But not with me.

So I began to search for it frantically, running rampant through the earth's veins, not wanting to let go of every place where I could see the light - until one day.

I saw "her".

She became a "human" in a place called "Mond".

I have no concept of "good-looking".

I just feel like I can't forget that face after just one glance.

-

The girl gave Dotore a difficult problem.

To allow dead objects to have so-called "thoughts" requires a certain medium.

For example, when Abedo created Cloudy Clouds, he incorporated the girl's blood.

But "death" is now an independent individual life in a biological sense. Even if this life is not completely integrated, it can no longer use such a simple and crude medium.

If he had to choose, he might choose to recreate a "death" for the girl.

However, he still agreed.

On the one hand, his thin spirit of contract was supporting him; on the other hand, he didn't really want to refuse the girl's request.

After all, the girl seemed to have only made one request to him.

and--

The more challenging the subject, the more interesting it is, right?

The girl lived up to expectations——

Got a fever.

"It is clearly a creation of God, how can it be so fragile?"

Dotore frowned and stirred the porridge in the pot, even chopped a handful of green onions and sprinkled them.

Not as good as——

How about giving her a makeover as well?

First remove the pain sensation, then strengthen the balance system, add an automatic temperature control system, and replace her body materials with the same thing as the fake...

"Dotore."

The girl's voice had a strong nasal sound, as if she was coquettishly speaking.

"Yeah, tell me."

The girl had a cooling patch on her forehead and a thick quilt wrapped around her body, with a small cool sling underneath.

She looked sadly at the porridge that Dotore was stirring.

She is not very good at cooking, but in her knowledge, porridge is difficult to brown.

Especially now there are a few touches of emerald green on top of the brown color, floating up and down as the porridge boils.

Although she is the one being taken care of now, she probably has no right to be picky...

However, as a patient, it shouldn’t matter if you are a little, a little, a little willful, right?

So the girl sniffed, looked at the pot of porridge, and then blinked at Dotore.

Dotore looked down at the porridge.

It had been a long time since he had performed the inefficient action of "eating" in order to absorb some kind of energy or to fill his stomach.

So for now, things like appearance and appetite are not within his scope of consideration.

"Adding a little healing potion will make it more efficient."

"Any questions?"

The girl's hesitant gaze went back and forth between Dotore's face, which was full of matter-of-factness, and the strange pot of porridge.

No, no problem?

Dotore thought he had seen everything:

"Want to customize the flavor? Milk or apple?"

"what?"

If he read it correctly, he probably just added salt.

And his customization should be to add reagents corresponding to the taste, and then make the pot of porridge even more miserable, right?

"No, it's okay."

"Well, let's eat."

Dotore turned off the fire - this kitchen was even temporarily converted into a laboratory - put the porridge in a beaker, and then picked up a small transparent spoon, which should also be an experimental instrument.

Although Dotore cooked it himself, this was definitely the least "homey" meal the girl had ever eaten.

However - although the appearance was very disappointing, the taste was surprisingly good. Because of the girl's low psychological expectations, her eyes immediately lit up when she took the first bite.

Sitting opposite the girl, Dotore crossed his legs and naturally caught the expression that was not too subtle, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Just now, for some unknown reason, he deliberately teased her.

In fact, her hesitant and coquettish expressions were reflected in his eyes under the mask.

It's really interesting.

Because her body temperature soared to 39 degrees Celsius, and the heat of the porridge kept suffocating on her face, the girl's sickly pale face was now flushed, and even her nose was dyed a delicate red.

Pretty good looking.

One of the great things about wearing a mask is that people never know where you are looking.

So even if the girl could feel the gaze, it couldn't be said that Dotore was staring at her intently.

The girl has always been very well-behaved when eating. She is the kind who will carefully scrape the bowl clean after eating.

Although the beaker and the experimental spoon made this action somewhat inconvenient, the girl still adhered to this habit and scraped the last grain of rice into her mouth bit by bit.

Dotore looked at it and felt an extremely strange feeling arise from the bottom of his heart——

A sense of accomplishment?