[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

The young man's lips twitched, silently calling his name.In the distance, Weitzman's heart stabbed suddenly, and he subconsciously covered his chest. Guochang Lu Dajue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw it in the mirror and turned around to ask. "What's wrong?"

Weitzman shook his head, "It's nothing." Guochang Lu Dajue had no choice but to ask the driver to speed up as he stared in the direction of the Elbe River.

It feels like something is going to happen—

Xiao Hei blinked, and saw that the boy's eyes were still closed, without the weird red pupils he had seen before.Was that an illusion just now?No, no, it does change.

The liquid that soaked the boy's body produced tiny bubbles from his body, which could not be detected unless one observed carefully.Bubbles piled up on him, more and more.Enka on the side was still muttering about preparing the catalyst that was mixed with more potions than before.The liquid was bubbling as before but slightly thickened.There was a smell in the air, and even the green plants on the side withered.

[This won't work..] Xiao Hei said worriedly. [In this way, even the slate will die. 】

【hehe. 】Slate laughed and answered him briskly.

【What are you laughing at? 】

【it has started. 】

start?Before the words fell, he saw Enka pour the medicine in his hand into the jar, and the moment the liquid boiled, there was a pop.

Xiao Hei's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.Jar - cracked?

The liquid flowed to the ground along the gap, and there were bursts of puffing noises from the burning ground. Enka yelled and hugged the other jar, stepped on the edge of the pipe, pulled the bell with one hand, and called for maintenance.

The young man's wet hair was tightly attached to his pale face and back, and he was still standing without the support of the water.He shook his body, and his body was wrapped in a strange transparent cover. The iron chain that was tightly wrapped around him and that he couldn't break free before, shattered into countless pieces like a piece of paper, and fell to the ground.His head was slightly lowered, and his expression could not be seen.

After the liquid had finished flowing, Enka let go of the jar, strode to the instrument in front of the boy, tapped it a few times and then shouted. "Hahahahaha! It's finally finished! This time it's a real finished product!" He patted his chest and said to the boy. "Thank me for making you the strongest person! In return, I don't need much! Take the whole of Germany to me!!!"

The boy stood silently, Xiao Hei sensed something was wrong.Slate made a sound at this moment.This was the first time he had taken the initiative to talk to Xiao Hei.

[The moment of awakening, don't you think it's beautiful? 】

The young man slowly raised his arms to cover his face, lowered his head, his shoulders shook violently, and he let out a ho-ho-ho laugh. The hair on his back should have slipped down because of his movements, but it shone brightly.He raised his head, and the hatred on his face distorted his original beauty.His eyes were staring like bulls, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.The big gray eyes turned into a terrifying scarlet. "Conquer?" he teased. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Captured?"

"Yes!! Capture!" Enka was completely attracted by his red eyes. The Bible said that they belonged to the devil's red pupils, but now the only pair of red pupils was made by him.Ah, what a great man he was! !Be sure to give him the highest honor! !

In the next second, the boy disappeared into the broken jar and appeared on the experimental table, wearing Enka's white coat hanging on the hanger at the door far away.Sitting on the table, white legs and feet are dangling in the air, if the wounds and bloodstains on them are ignored, it will be a beautiful sight.

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, one side of the canine was exposed, and he played with his own hair in his hand and said casually. "Why should I help you?"

Hearing this, Enka was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, blowing his beard and staring. "I made you!!! Why, don't you listen to me!?"

The boy paused for a moment, and asked sharply. "You made it? Hahahahahaha!"

He raised his hand, formed a transparent line on his fingertips, and gently swung it towards Enka.

"Ah!!! What did you do!!" The pig-killing howl resounded throughout the space, and the boy dug out his ear piercing and blew on his fingers.Seeing the person in front of him hugging his broken right limb in pain, rolling on the ground.The shattered glass shards from the jar pierced deeply into his back.The spurted blood splattered all over his face, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it off.There was a trace of emotion in the scarlet eyes, and he walked to Enka with a smile.Leaning down to his ear, softly. "Don't worry, I won't kill you, you have to escape quickly."

He raised his eyes, saw the guard rushing over when he heard the sound, and saw the stunned guard in front of him.

The fingers moved, a little itchy.He missed the feeling of being splashed with blood all over his body when his palm was inserted into the warm body in the Dresden Institute.I miss the desperate cries of the ants under my hand when they were on the verge of death.Even, he longed for the taste of blood.That is the most beautiful smell in the world.

The boy licked his tiger teeth, and walked towards the door step by step.And the guards at the door also retreated as he advanced.Suddenly he stopped, looked back at Enka who was holding his clothes, and laughed. "You want to die?"

"You...don't be afraid that I will tell the higher-ups about your news. The Weitzman brothers and sisters will die without a burial!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssvsds.org "Shut up!" He pushed hard on the ground.Tell him sharply, as if telling yourself. "Weitzman, what have you got to do with me?"

He raised his hand and pulled a guard in with force, and the next second his palm passed through the guard's chest, blood splattered everywhere, staining the white coat red.The young man grabbed the man's heart and pulled it out, holding the still beating piece of meat with his hands full of blood, and handed it to Enka's mouth.seductive. "Look, what a beautiful color it is."

Xiao Hei was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he held back a word for a while. 【Is this the awakening you said? 】

Slate was silent for a moment. [No, it seems.Seems a little out of control. 】

[But isn't this a memory? 】

[Yes, the memory is correct. 】Slate's voice was a little depressing. 【My strength is passing. 】

【what? ! 】

【If this continues, history will be changed. 】

【Then what to do. 】Xiao Hei is very anxious, if the boy is him.As a result of historical changes, what will happen to his and Xiaobai's future? !Thinking that his hands were stained with so much blood, his eyes dimmed. Perhaps this was the so-called sin and responsibility that Shi Ban said belonged to the king.

【coming. 】

Sitting on a group of dead guards, the young man squeezed their heads one by one with his hands, as if he was squeezing a balloon, with a smile on his lips.Yellow and white brains splattered everywhere.They all ran very fast, thinking they could escape the young man's death hand, but when they were about to open the door, they saw the young man sitting on top of the gate, squinting at them in panic.A red light flashed in the corner of their eyes, and they were in different places.

Seeing that Enka was about to climb to the door, the boy stopped what he was doing and waited quietly.Don't you think it is a very pleasant thing to let despair envelop you at the moment when you have the slightest hope?

Blood was dripping from his hand, and the boy sat on the corpse, waiting for Enka to bang his head on the door.Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a group of people dressed in Japanese troops were about to rush in, but they stopped after seeing the scene inside.Immediately after was Weitzman running over.

When Weitzman got off the car about a few hundred meters away from here, he was informed by Guochang Road Dajue. "The smell of blood here is extremely strong, be careful."

He nodded, but he was thinking about the scene of the boy being abused.Subconsciously quicken the pace under his feet, Guochang Lu Dajue has no choice but to follow closely.The closer they got, the greater the smell of blood, and even Weitzman couldn't help covering his nose.

This is not the bloody smell of a person, no matter how fat a person is, even if the blood on his body is drained, it is impossible to produce such a strong smell.Guochang Lu Dajue turned around and asked Weitzman. "Are you okay?" Seeing him nodding, he ordered immediately. "Open the door!"

Seeing the scene inside, even coming in behind Weitzman, Guo Chang Lu Dajue, who has experienced war, felt very bloody and cruel.Plasma sprayed everywhere, brain matter mixed with blood, white, yellow and red all over the place.Stumped limbs were thrown everywhere, and many people didn't even have their heads left, only their faces in front, their eyes widened, and they couldn't rest in peace.Weitzman finally couldn't help it, bent down, covered his twitching stomach, and knelt down on the ground, his left hand resting on the ground was stained by the blood flowing out of it, and couldn't help retching.

He prepared for the boy for a long time, and he didn't even eat the meal.There is no residue in the stomach, only some acid water can be spit out.Dajue on Guochang Road wanted to help him inquire, but was stopped by Weizman.

This is something that belongs to the two of them, how can others be allowed to intervene?

Weizman stood up wobbly, and stretched out his hand to the young man standing in the pool of blood and corpses, his face was gentle, and his eyes glistened with tears from vomiting. "Aaron, I'm here to pick you up."

Looking into the boy's red eyes, Weitzman's body trembled.His nose was so sore that it felt like a stick in his throat.That was his teenager, but he was tortured like this.In his relationship with the young man, why didn't he know the character of revenge when he was a young man.Although cute, but very naughty.Even though the white clothes on his body were soaked in blood, he could still see the large and small wounds on the boy's body, turning white and turning outwards, how painful it must be.

And now that these people treat him like this, how can they not let him take revenge?

But when his body trembled, it changed in the eyes of the young man.He raised his neck mockingly and laughed a few times.Said sarcastically. "Weitzman, wasn't it you who abandoned me back then? And now, why did you show up??"

"I……"

The boy snorted coldly, and pulled Enka in who had climbed to the door.He stomped on his head hard, and instantly his white feet and legs were covered with blood. "Or, you hoped to get my power, and now you regret it?"

Weizman looked at the man who was still twitching under the young man's feet, closed his eyes and turned his head in reluctance. "Aaron, stop making trouble."

"Trouble?" He sneered. "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Gathering so many Japanese troops, Weitzman, has your national honor been fed to the dogs?"

"Enough!" Weitzman clenched his fists, his voice restrained. "Have you said enough?"

"Have you said enough? Of course not." The boy tilted his head, thinking. "Or, everything you said is lying to me!"

"Alang..." He took a few steps forward, but was blocked by the corpse.

"Shut up!" The boy roared, grabbed Weitzman's neck with his strength and pulled him in, his fingers clenched around his throat.He exerted a little force, and Weitzman's face turned pale. "I tell you to shut up!"

Weitzman isn't too concerned about his inability to breathe.Even if breathing is obstructed, it is not impossible to breathe, even if there is a little air, a little time.He will choose to comfort the boy.He stretched out his hand tremblingly, stroking the boy's long hair that was sprayed with blood and sticking together.The voice is soft. "Aaron, let's go home, shall we?"

"We're the same as before, okay?"

"I don't care at all whether you are a test subject, whether you are a murderer, or whether you are evil. Let's go back together, shall we?"

The strength in the boy's hands was a little loose, and the scarlet eyes were also flickering, as if he was about to change back.Weizman took the opportunity to take out the fragments from his arms and stretched them out in front of the boy, "I also found the lost turquoise. Aaron, the symbol of our past is still there, come back with me, okay?"

Unexpectedly, when the young man saw the turquoise that had been dropped with only fragments left, the strength in his hand became fierce again. "Go back? Go back and let you sell me to the laboratory!"

"Go back! Can you choose to give up this experiment!?"

Weitzman closed his eyes and said nothing.

Suddenly, the boy, as if he remembered something, approached Weitzman gently, bit his lips, licked his blood with a crazy expression, "If you die by my hands, hey, Weitzman, you Will you feel happy?" He asked softly. "how?"

The feeling of desperation to the abyss combined with the negative influence of the Dresden slate is so strong that it cannot be ignored.Even Xiao Hei, who couldn't feel anything on his face, could vaguely feel it.

Perhaps the teenager just had no hope for Weitzman.However, after the mental breakdown and the out-of-control invasion of the slate force, this hope was completely wiped out.Plus, it got out of control and killed so many humans.Having been hit by Weitzman, he fell completely to the brink of collapse, and lost all sanity.

【What should I do now! !hateful! ! 】Do you want to watch Weitzman get killed like this?The future Xiaobai disappears?Change of history! ?

[Slate, you are talking! ! ] he roared.

The strength in his hand kept tightening, Weitzman thought he would die like this, but the boy let go.His eyes returned to their former color, and he backed away in panic.

【It's time. ] Slate responded. 【My strength has been withdrawn. 】

【What--? 】

The young man looked around in confusion, looking at Weitzman, who was coughing violently with purple finger marks on his neck, and his hands covered with dried blood.Taking a few steps back, the previous memories rushed towards him like a tide, he yelled and disappeared in place.

Weitzman panted violently, and reached out to her, but he didn't touch her after all.Guochang Lu Dajue stepped forward to help him up and asked. "Are you okay?"

"Damn it!!" He raised his head to the sky and screamed.Tears slid down the corners of his eyes to his temples.Look down. "Hey, lieutenant, do you think I'm particularly useless?"

"No." Guochang Lu Dajue didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say comfortingly. "At least, he's still alive."

Yes, his teenager is still alive, which means everything is possible.

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