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

What happened next made sense.Although Weitzman was very embarrassed to see Guochang Lu Dajue, Guochang Lu Dajue acted as if nothing had happened before, as usual, quarreled with him when the experimental theory was inconsistent, and even bickered.But Weitzman wanted to make it clear that he couldn't enjoy the emotions of two people at the same time.

When he finished the experiment at noon one day, he stopped Dajue from Guochang Road and told him the words of rejection.Guochang Road Dajue asked with an unclear emotion in his eyes. "Are you happy?"

Weitzman froze, recalling the boy's face in his mind, although the boy always showed a paralyzed expression of wanting nothing, and it was this expression that completely melted his hard heart.He used to be just a passer-by to the young man, but now unknowingly, there is an inexplicable fit and tacit understanding between the two of them.It is even possible to guess their weak psychological activities from the slight changes in the other party's eyes.

Guochang Lu Dajue watched him staring forward without focus, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.It couldn't be clearer in my heart.He chuckled, "I see. I wish you happiness."

Weizman came back to his senses, and when he heard this, he smiled awkwardly, patted him on the shoulder, and looked around.Said in a low voice mysteriously. "My sister is a nice person. You've been with him for so long and you can't be more clear about it. How about it? Do you want to think about it?"

Guochang Road Dajue laughed out loud when he heard the words, and joked. "Hahaha, are you not afraid that I will use her as your substitute?"

"Forehead……"

"I'm just kidding."

"I know." He nodded. "Then, I'll go back first."

He was a little worried about Aaron.Last night, the boy kicked off the quilt for a rare time, almost kicking him out of bed.I felt a little hot when I woke up in the morning.He strode towards the kitchen, hoping to order some light food for the boy.

His face was a little hot, and the boy tested it with his hands. He probably caught cold from kicking the quilt at night, so he didn't pay much attention to it.Weitzman really made a fuss, tossing him up early in the morning, with a worried expression on his face, which made him embarrassed to blame.Thinking like this, I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was almost noon.It stands to reason that Weitzman should have returned by this time, but so far there is no sign of him, not even the usual smell of rice.He put on his clothes suspiciously, and was about to open the door and go out.

When he grabbed the handle and tried hard, his body suddenly became like a puppet out of control, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the floor powerlessly.He turned pale with fright for a moment, and then tried to support his body to prevent it from falling completely.All the strength in his body was draining away, even the strength to support him had to be absorbed.

Could it be that the cause of the fever was not the cold caused by him kicking the quilt while sleeping, but the movement of the Dresden slate?

Footsteps came from the door, approaching here one after another, but the young man panicked.The last bit of strength disappeared, and he fell to the ground with a thud, squinting his eyes to see the door opened, and Weitzman's leather boots appeared in front of him, followed by panicked shouts and the sound of tableware falling.

It seemed that this time, it was the first time that he had such a negative influence in front of him.

Thinking of this, he plunged into darkness.

In his mind, there was a voice.He kept saying things that shocked him, but he knew that what this voice told him was the most real and cruel truth.

He couldn't breathe, he could only watch the last ray of light disappear before his eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch it.This is how death feels.

In the midst of the wreckage, he told the man he had killed.How corrupt humans are.And his nostalgia for the world, and his resentment for fate.

However, in the end, he lost to the angel hidden among such filthy humans.

It was the power of the slate that made him choose to forget his past and gave him his current abilities.

It was also the power of the slate that changed his fate.It's just that the more powerful the force, the greater the price it has to pay.

For example, his price.

The boy who was lying quietly in Weitzman's arms trembled violently.The body seemed to be torn apart abruptly, from head to toe as if being burned by flames, every bone and every muscle was screaming.He bit his lip hard, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he didn't even know that his lip was bitten.He made a loud noise, as if pierced by thousands of sword blades, excruciating pain.Weizman was heartbroken, but he could only hug him and stay by his side.

The boy who didn't even cry out from the wound as deep as his bone was now pitifully in his arms.Weitzman once again hated his uselessness, he hugged the boy tightly, and comforted him with sobs. "Alang, it will be fine soon. You must persevere. Let me tell you, my grandma was like me before, holding me when I was young and telling me many stories..."

At this moment, the young man's ears were filled with tinnitus, and he couldn't hear everything he said.But he still continued to speak diligently, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was comforting himself.

He grabbed Weitzman's hand hard, his lips squirming.Weitzman leaned forward and heard him say a word.Then the boy fainted, not knowing what to do.

He said... I am still in the same world as Xiaobai... Great.

What's the meaning……?He didn't understand at all.

Before he had time to think, he was frightened by the mutation of the person in his arms.Even Xiao Hei, who didn't understand the situation, almost sat back in fright.

The sound of the slate sounded again.

【This is the real...】

The boy's body was stretched out in Weitzman's arms, his arms, legs and even his eyebrows were all stretched and slender.The slender eyebrows, the high corners of the eyes, and even a mole at the base of the neck are exactly the same as Xiao Hei.

The clothes on his body were torn and shredded as the boy's body stretched, and he lay naked in his arms.His body was still covered with sweat from the previous pain, and under the light, it looked extra alluring.

It was as if he was looking at himself lying naked in Weitzman's arms. Although the previous boy was the same as his boyhood, it was always in the past tense.And now, it is indeed the present tense!He instantly blushed like an apple.

Weitzman stared at him for a long time with deep eyes, his Adam's apple twitched.But when he heard the person in his arms groaning softly, "Cold...", he laughed out loud, hugged the person in his arms whose weight had changed significantly, went to the bathroom to scrub his fair skin until it turned red, wrapped it in a bath towel and placed it on the bed.

Weitzman sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him.Use your fingertips to paint the strange but youthful faces.Could it be that the Dresden slate was at fault, or that Aaron wanted to be with him, but was afraid of their age difference?

Thundered by his own thoughts, Weitzman scratched his hair.Distressed eyes. "What should I do now..."

"Xiaobai, what are you worried about?" He lowered his head and looked into the young man's eyes.Compared with the big eyes of his youth, his eyes now resemble golden parallelogram red phoenix eyes.It is less innocent and cute, but more mature and charming.The voice didn't change much, it was still the desolate and hoarse boy's deliberately suppressed voice.

He stretched out his finger and poked the young man's face. "Aaron, aren't you curious about what you look like now?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and hesitated. "This is what I am."

"Huh?!" Weitzman and Xiao Hei.

He got up, closed his eyes and thought about it, his voice drifting. "Probably because of the removal of the stone seal, the previous memories are slowly being retrieved."

"Because the sealed Dresden stone slab was used in the previous experiment, my power was imprisoned." He smiled, staring at Weitzman with lifeless black pupils. "But now, the slate seal has been released, and my strength has matured. My imprisonment will naturally be released soon."

He stood up, opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around Weitzman who stood stiffly beside him, only about half a head shorter than him.Resting his head on his shoulder, he blew into Weitzman's ear. "Xiaobai, are you satisfied with my body?"

Unexpectedly, Weitzman stretched out his finger on his head and flicked it hard.sighed. "Alang, why didn't I know you had the habit of running naked?" He turned around and took out a set of his clothes from the closet, and threw them to the young man. "Put on mine first, I don't know if it fits or not."

The young man took the clothes and put them on silently.The clothes are a bit nondescript, it's not that they have grown a lot, but they have grown a lot bigger.He then threw himself on Weitzman, whose back was turned to him, and hugged him from behind.Weitzman turned around, looked at the person in his arms and said doubtfully. "What's wrong?"

The young man's voice was muffled. "Xiaobai, do you not like me anymore?"

Weitzman stroked his hair, which was as long as before, with a soft voice. "how come."

He pinched the flesh on the young man's arm and frowned. "When I was young, I was very thin. Now when I grow up, I look even thinner." He held the young man's face, stroked it, and said helplessly. "Don't always challenge my bottom line, I can't help it."

"Alang, no matter what kind of you you are. My sweetheart is not your face. It's you yourself."

"Do you understand?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his brows, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks were flushed.nod. "Um!"

This series of joyful expressions completely covered the gloom in his eyes.

Hey... Weitzman, can you understand that body changes are impossible for humans.He remembered that he didn't change from a human to this strange existence after the experiment.But he himself breaks the boundaries of science.

He is a slate, originally without any consciousness.However, it was awakened in some studies, and human emotions were generated under specific circumstances.

"Alang, are you hungry? Shall I bring in another meal?"

"Okay." He said with a smile.

When he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, he said to Xiaobai.

If the pain can make him truly feel that he is still alive and in the same world as Xiao Bai, then he is willing to accept this pain.

What is the meaning of his existence?In the midst of the ruins, he thought, and now.He found the meaning of existence.For the endless red leaves fluttering, the fleeting time of human beings is so short, but he does not want Weitzman's life to dissipate like this.

Dresden Stone Plate... What exactly should he do with the consciousness you were born with?

In the darkness, Dresden flickers of silvery light, unknown to anyone.

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_(:з」∠)_ There are about three chapters left, and the nineteenth century chapter is over.Does anyone like flowing water,,, should I let him come out to make soy sauce...