Quick Wear: The Villain's Soft Beauty

Some books were piled messily on the long wooden carved table.

Helan frowned and turned the pages quickly with his bony white fingers. When he read halfway through the book, he found that there was nothing he wanted.

He lost his patience and threw it away. The heavy book hit the door with a dull sound.

"Damn it! In this huge library, there is not even a single record of ancient females."

He sat down on the chair dejectedly, staring out the window in a trance, wondering if there would be any ancient banned books for sale in the market?

A moment later, Helan appeared in the bustling market. Half of the shops here sold equipment and fitness equipment, and the other half sold Iron Blood series.

Some businessmen think that this product, which is better than any gun or splitting machine, brings much more net profit and has a large demand.

In addition, today's young people are impatient and have no self-control, and their fanatical love for the "Predator" has reached a certain level of popularity. In less than a week, the Predator was scrapped due to excessive use.

Some evolved humans have body-strengthening abilities, and their body strength and defense have reached the peak level, so they directly damaged the lining to a horrible degree.

Merchants value this point. The demand is huge and fanatics have no choice but to buy. So they organize an event and the business becomes so prosperous that people break down the door.

Helan happened to be wandering around the doors of these stores, and maybe some of them had done some research on this kind of issue.

He walked into an old shop that looked a bit old.

"Welcome! The One Fight to the End store is here to serve you. Which one do you like, sir?"

The clerk inside came over quickly and introduced the store enthusiastically. He first looked at Helan's clothes and instantly understood the spending level of this distinguished guest.

With a flattering smile on his face, he picked up the latest model of the "Bawang Warrior" series and placed it on the table, "Sir, take a look at this latest model. The humidity, frequency, and temperature are all moderate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clerk remembered something, "Oh - I forgot to introduce the softness..."

Helan just glanced at it lightly and then looked away with disinterest, "I'm not here to buy this."

The guy felt a wave of contempt in his heart, and his high spirits instantly disappeared. If he wasn't going to buy this, why did he come in?

However, he endured it. He had to put in enough effort to appear superficial so as not to damage the store's reputation. Besides, this guy was obviously rich and noble, so he couldn't offend him.

He twitched his mouth and smiled awkwardly, "Sir, do you have any other needs?"

"I want to know if you have any records of reproduction in ancient times. No matter how much, I will buy it."

The guy was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Helan: "Dear sir, please follow me to the back."

With that, he headed inside, with Helan leading the way, until they came to a room that looked like an office.

The guy bowed to him politely and said, "Please wait a moment, our boss will be here soon."

Seeing this, Helan just nodded and said coldly, "You go and do your work first!"

As the door of the room closed, Helan began to look around this room with an ancient modern style. The furnishings and layout were exactly the same as they were ten thousand years ago.

He looked around and found a strange puppet statue on the bookshelf. He couldn't help but feel curious. He wanted to take it down to have a better look, but he found that its base was connected to the shelf and it didn't seem like it was meant to be taken down.

Helan looked down and found that there was a rotating mechanism under the puppet. He twisted it hard to the left.

There was a "click" sound from behind, and he turned around to look.

The empty wall in front suddenly caved in, and a desktop-sized LCD screen rose up, with the picture constantly flashing.

A title appeared on the video: "The Continuation of Ancient Life"

There seems to be a female in the picture whose body structure is exactly the same as Su Lulu.

The strong man above was galloping hard, just like a man riding a horse and whipping it on the prairie.

For a moment, the two extreme colors of black and red looked like a blended oil painting, and it was impossible to distinguish their original colors.

Although that female had everything she should have, he always felt that she could not compare to the beauty and loveliness of his own little female.

His brows were furrowed, with a hint of resentment in his red eyes, and then he looked away.

It wasn't until the door to his side opened that he turned around and looked over.

The person who came was an old man with gray hair. He had a calm and reserved temperament and did not look like the owner of a store like this.

"Like? I have many such life continuation records."

The old man's sudden voice interrupted Helan who was watching intently.

"Are you the owner of this store?"

Helan narrowed his eagle eyes and looked at him carefully. He couldn't help but think that when it came to lustful matters, he lost the vigilance that a soldier should have. If he was on the battlefield, he would probably have been seriously injured.

The old man stared at him with a smile and joked: "Why! Don't I look like one?"

"Indeed, he doesn't look like that. With such an introverted and steady temperament, he looks like an old scholar. He is totally out of place in this store selling iron-blooded products."

Helan stared at him closely, with a fierce light in his eyes that seemed to burn him through.

"Young man, you are too one-sided. People always have to go through the passionate teenage years and then get to my current old age. Whatever I liked when I was young, I am still doing now."

The old man glanced at him with his yellow eyes, and a vicissitudes of life voice came slowly. He staggered past him and sat on the chair.

Helan frowned, pondering what the old gentleman had just said. Indeed, everyone has different choices, preferences, and pursuits. One cannot always demand others to conform to one's own ideas. It would be even more ridiculous to lump two ideas together.

As if he had figured it out, a rare hint of respect appeared in his cold eyes, "What you said is not unreasonable, I was too one-sided just now.

——Then… can you sell me all the documentaries you just mentioned? Of course, I will pay you a high price for them.”

Helan's eyes were deep, and he was eager to know the old man's answer.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Just when Helan thought that he was unwilling, he, who had little patience to begin with, was about to use his identity to exert pressure.

The old man suddenly knocked on the table with his hand on the edge of the table. "Okay," he said, giving Helan an understanding smile.

Helan paused as he was about to raise his hand and looked at him in disbelief, "Why did you suddenly agree? I could clearly see that you were a little reluctant just now."

The old man pointed at his gray hair and sighed softly, "I'm old. I've reached the maximum age for an evolved person. I don't have many years left to live. Even the advanced scientific research technology can't make me stay here, so why should I hide it?

Besides, I have watched those scenes countless times and have memorized them in my mind. After I die, they will be buried with me."

His voice was solemn and deep, and he instantly looked old and haggard, which made people feel sad.

Helan's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Didn't you leave your own fire in the breeding base? Cultivate your own offspring."

"Oh-!"

The old man sneered, looked up at him, and said with some sarcasm, "Life forms cultivated with cold and cruel technology are fundamentally imperfect.

It's like, when I leave, a new me takes my place, and this happens over and over again. I give birth to myself, which makes me extremely sick.

My principle has always been the reproduction of both sexes in ancient times. That is the true perfect life form, one without negative emotions, with more than just one's own genes, and yet continuing its own genes."

"I agree with your idea," Helan lowered his narrow eyes slightly, hiding the darkness in his eyes.

"—Alas! The disappearance of females is an incompleteness of our entire life system. We evolved humans cannot escape the fate of genetic self-destruction in our lifetime."

In the old man's cloudy and dim eyes, there were sparkling and mottled tears, as if he was lamenting that the final outcome of evolved humans was destruction.

Destruction? —— Humph! Probably impossible. In Helan's dark and cold eyes, there was a burning flame.

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By the time he returned to the Earl's Mansion, the sun was already at its highest point and waves of heat were hitting him in the face.

I wonder if the little female is awake? He pushed the door open and saw an extremely hot scene in the room.

The beauty on the bed was taking off her sexy pajamas. The lace straps were hooked on her delicate jaw and the silk fabric covered her entire face.

She raised her hands in annoyance and pulled at them for a long time, but failed to get the clothes off. Instead, she broke into a sweat.

Coupled with the midday sunlight shining through the mirror-like windows, people feel an unbearable sense of heat.

She was so angry that she pulled it hard, muttering, "What the hell is this bastard Helan wearing! So many lace ribbons, does he want me to strangle myself?"