My host is cold and scumbag

Although Zhao Xinyu is a liar, she is an honest liar. She never hides her desires and thoughts. Even now, she says the same things as other people, but she does not hide her other emotions at all.

There are too many people and things in her heart, and those things and people are beyond Yuan He's reach. Zhao Xinyun is what Yuan He wants to clean up. In fact, Zhao Xinyun is right. She is indeed late. If she is stuck in the last stage of the apocalypse, he may not be able to reach this step. He can also play the redemption system openly.

The pain of memories and the experience that he could not let go of would only come when the plan was taking shape. The closer it got to the end, the more he could not turn back. He felt that if he gave up, he would be sorry for his past self and for too many people.

He looked up at Zhao Xinyun and said seriously, "Zhao Xinyun, you really don't know how to persuade others."

Zhao Xinyun admitted and nodded. Mainly according to Zhao Xinyun's own thinking, Yuan He didn't seem to have done anything wrong, but there was nothing she could do, because she brought a system. The existence of the system was to save the world.

"So I failed, right?" Although Zhao Xinyun asked a question, he was very sure. Yuan He smiled slightly, like a beautiful white lotus. So he asked again: "Then you want to stop me?"

"Give me a chance?" Zhao Xinyun's tone was aroused. Yuan He looked at Zhao Xinyun: "What if I asked you to abandon Mu Qiuyu?"

Zhao Xinyun really thought about it seriously and said, "It's possible. But as you can see, his personality doesn't seem like someone who can be abandoned."

This was the truth, but Yuan He couldn't understand it. All he heard was that Zhao Xinyu was stalling for time here, and she was reluctant to give up and wanted everything, and she was pretending in front of him.

He chuckled: "Do you want data?"

Zhao Xinyun raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Why, is there anything to talk about?"

"You said Mu Qiuyu is difficult to deal with, so go out and kill him, and I'll give it to you." Yuan He said this lightly, using a familiar negotiation method to make Zhao Xinyu exchange her life for the success of her mission.

Actually, if you think about it this way, it’s a good deal.

It's just that Yuan He threw the question back in the same tone as Zhao Xinyun, which seemed not sincere enough, so Zhao Xinyun was only hesitant about the truthfulness of Yuan He's words, but on Yuan He's side, it was Zhao Xinyun who couldn't give up Mu Qiuyu's decision.

He pushed Zhao Xinyun away with a sneer and spread his hands: "It seems that the talks have failed."

"Do you know why I was able to stop the others and only let you come down?" Yuan He asked with a smile, taking out a remote control from his pocket: "Actually, this is just a part of this laboratory. This air-raid shelter has been dug out in all directions, and you are lucky to have found the entrance closest to the archives room. In this dead corner of the depression, in order to prevent the leakage of research experiments, they have already made a destruction procedure. Once leaked, everything here will be blown up to nothing."

Yuan He took a step closer to Zhao Xinyun: "I don't know if it can still be used after so many years. Do you want to try?"

This is a calm madman. Zhao Xinyun pursed his lips. Yuan He looked at the silent Zhao Xinyun and laughed a little crazily: "Our ancestors said, don't advise others to be good without experiencing their suffering. You are right about one thing."

"You are indeed late." Yuan He smiled and said, "I can obviously get the result I want with you, so why should I be a good person?"

"Do you think Mu Qiuyu is innocent? He didn't do anything, but that doesn't mean nothing happened. How could such a fool live to this day..." Yuan He suddenly paused, took a deep breath, and laughed at himself: "But he has another reason to die, right?"

"Be good. If you insist on going against me, it will actually do you no good." Yuan He said softly, and took a step closer to the woman: "As long as there is an explosion here, humans will face a second crisis. They already have this much left from the first one. Do you think they can hold on if it happens again?"

Zhao Xinyun looked away. The system was trembling.

-Bao, please speak nicely and don't provoke him...

Zhao Xinyu didn't say anything, so Yuan He took it as the woman's consent. He turned and walked out. Zhao Xinyu didn't follow him. He paused, forbearing and not turning around, and walked towards Mu's father.

Father Mu was still in the archive room, looking at the old texts inside, his brows furrowed with each page he read. These were all data records of human experiments, dating back to the Anti-Japanese War. They recorded the tolerance and limits of various extreme data of the human body, from the age. He came back to his senses when he saw Yuan He suddenly coming over. He thought that he had never been a good person in his life, but compared to the Chinese people, they still hated Japan in their bones. He adjusted his mood, turned around and looked at Yuan He standing at the door. The flashlight in Yuan He's hand shone directly on Father Mu's face, and Father Mu raised his hand to block it. Yuan He said in a deep tone: "I found a laboratory, Director, do you want to take a look?"

Yuan He's voice was like smoke floating in the air, and every word was spoken very softly. The flashlight suddenly moved away, and Mu Qiuyu slowly put down his arms. He felt a little upset in his heart, which he attributed to the emotions he had not suppressed just now. Mu's father asked, "Where is she?"

"She asked me to come find you." Yuan He smiled, as if he had returned to normal. Father Mu nodded and looked at Yuan He. He couldn't help but think of his relationship with the Yuan family. His expression was strange for a moment, but everything was over. What else could he say now?

"Let's go." Father Mu said, and walked out of the archive room, with Yuan He leading the way. It was too quiet, and Father Mu looked at Yuan He's back. He felt something was strange, the sound of the walkway was rustling, and Yuan He walked too naturally and calmly. The strange feeling made his heart heavy. The old man's sixth sense was still something. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you sure it's this way? Did you really walk so far?"

Yuan He turned around, and the flashlight shone over again. Father Mu's eyes turned pale. Yuan He asked in confusion, "We were indeed walking this way just now. Maybe she walked fast, so I walked slower."

The light in front of him moved away again, and Yuan He stood sideways in front of Father Mu, waiting for what Father Mu wanted to say next. Father Mu calmed down and said, "Lead the way."

When the dusty laboratory sign was reflected in the flashlight, Father Mu was delighted and quickened his pace, even passing Yuan He who had deliberately slowed down his pace. Yuan He looked at Father Mu's back as he trotted anxiously towards the front.

The lower half of the face, in the shadow, curved coldly.