After the whole school of philately [Jian San]

Never been so close, never been so close, and never felt such pure joy from Shen Xia.

Such a real and pure Shen Xia made Yang Zhao even more reluctant to part with her.

From the beginning of the next show, his cell phone kept ringing.

You don't need to look to know that it's his brother Yang Ye calling, probably because of his coming out in the program group.

But now he is no longer the young star who dared to do something but not necessarily dare to be ten years ago. With the power of the Yang family in his hand, he is enough to protect anyone he wants to protect.

Unless time insists on taking people out of his hands, he thinks that he can hold people firmly in his arms without fear of any force or public opinion, and never miss an inch.

The two came to the seaside, blowing the sea breeze at night, Yang Zhao held Shen Xia's hand, and led her to walk on the beach.

At this moment, the final moment is getting closer and closer.

Shen Xia obviously felt that Yang Zhao was shaking his hand.

"Is senior cold?"

Stopping, Yang Zhao told himself not to collapse but to be strong.

but……

Turning around, looking at Shen Xia who was finally lost and regained in front of him, Yang Zhao could no longer suppress the true emotions in his heart, stepped forward and embraced her in his arms, his words choked up, "I don't want to lose you."

"I'm with senior right now." Shen Xiaxia said sincerely.

"Hmm..." Yang Zhao couldn't bear to expose the fact that Shen Xia was just a clone.

Even if it's just a clone, the other party still carries a real part that belongs to Shen Xia.

As long as it belongs to Shen Xia's little bit, he can't bear to hurt it.

"That...Senior...I..." Yang Zhao didn't point it out, but Shen Xia simply said, "Am I running out of time?"

Yang Zhao's embrace suddenly became stiff, he wanted to say something to deny Shen Xia's conjecture, but he seemed to be frozen by the midnight sea breeze, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"I have the 470 mark on the back of my neck, and when I woke up there were multiple me in the house... so I was wondering if I was just a copy of 'me', then... since it's not the real thing, as a copy I should be flawed..." Speaking of this, Shen Xia's mood was very depressed, "Today Lefeng threw me to my brother, obviously a few days ago he couldn't let go of me, but today he Give me to my brother easily."

Hearing this, Yang Zhao was extremely angry, let go of his arms, and said angrily, "How could he treat you like this!"

Even if it's a replica, can't he be treated well until the moment he disappears?

In fact, Ye Xi was misunderstood here. Of course, Ye Xi treated every copy of Shen Xia well, and accompanied them from birth to death, until the other party rotted into a pile of flesh, Ye Xi would accompany them every step of the way.

but……

This time the situation was different, the specimens used to make human clones were all gone, in order to get new specimens, he had to agree to Jun Xiao's deal, and gave away the No. 470 clone, Shen Xia.

Compared with being able to own "Shen Xia" for a long time in the future, this clone that is on the verge of collapse is naturally not worth mentioning and insignificant.

But Yang Zhao didn't know the inside story. In his opinion, it was Ye Xi who had run out of hard-heartedness and abandoned the clone Shen Xia.

Caressing Shen Xia's cheek, so real... so real... Even if it is a clone, Yang Zhao can't tell the difference between him and the real body.

Even... Even if his temperament has changed drastically now, Yang Zhao still thinks that this is Shen Xia.

There is no difference between the clone and the main body, they are all living people!

"Will senior abandon me?" Looking up at Yang Zhao, Shen Xia asked such a question softly.

Yang Zhao's heart ached because of this sentence, how could he bear to throw it away!

This is the person he loves the most, even if he sees the separation is approaching, he is reluctant to part with him for a moment.

"No!" Yang Zhao said firmly, "I will always be with you until the day you don't need me."

Hearing this, Shen Xia threw herself into Yang Zhao's arms, "Senior is so kind!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bell in a church by the sea rang, and midnight had arrived.

The joy that belonged to the two did not last long, and Yang Zhao clearly felt that the touch of the person in his arms became softer...

He didn't dare to use force, but he wanted to keep the other party's existence.

Contradictory emotions forced Yang Zhao to witness the person in his arms gradually turning into a pool of rotten flesh and finally turning from rotten flesh into a pool of blood.

Looking at the blood stains left in his hand, Yang Zhao's expression was on the verge of collapse.

His hands trembled, but the strings of reason were still broken.

"what……"

Roaring, like a lone wolf that has lost its lover.

Yang Zhao finally ushered in the separation from Shen Xia.

Obviously, the two had just met but had to usher in a separation, and he hadn't had time to express his heart to each other, tell each other how much he likes...no...it's that he loves each other deeply.

The other party vanished into nothingness in his arms.

Why!

Why can not love together?

Why would he send his lover to his side, and then take him away in such a cruel way in an instant.

Resting decadently on the beach, under the moonlight, Yang Zhao's back was inexplicably haggard and desolate.

……

Opening her eyes, Shen Xia found that she was soaking in an unknown liquid, reached out to touch it, and touched a transparent barrier.

Looking around, he seems to have returned to the familiar glass warehouse, could it be that he is back again?

Between doubts, I don't know what switch I touched.

The liquid flowed downwards, Shen Xia fell to the ground from the floating state, and when the liquid flowed out, the wall cover fell down.

Shen Xia who breathed in the fresh air took a big breath.

Because he was adapting to the new environment, Shen Xia hadn't realized that someone was approaching him step by step.

"Long time no see, Shen Xia."

Familiar voice, creepy feeling.

Turning around abruptly, Shen Xia and Tang Wen met eyes.

"Hi..." Shen Xia greeted the other party with a little embarrassment.

Because he died early, Shen Xia didn't know the plot of Tang Wen's subsequent death in the bombing, he only thought that it was the enemy Lu Zhai who possessed other clones, and he just happened to catch up with this guy's visit - no matter how stupid Shen Xia is now After figuring out what was going on with all this, he possessed clones of his original identity one after another.

Thinking that the condition for escaping from this world is death...

Shen Xia's one head is bigger than two.

If he guessed right, it’s what he saw when he woke up—there should be tens of thousands of his clones. If he really wants to die one by one, even if a clone exists The time is not long, and he will have to die until the year of the monkey.

For this messy dungeon, it is enough for Shen Xia to play it once, and you let him go on an infinite loop...

Who can stand this.

Seeing Shen Xia's impatience, Tang Wen seemed to have mind reading skills, "I have already destroyed the other clones, and you are the last one."

Hearing this, Shen Xia involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

But Tang Wen's next sentence directly brought Shen Xia's mood down to the bottom.

"I have optimized your genetic defects with reference to my parameters. As long as your head is not chopped off, you will not die even if you are stabbed in the heart. You will live for a long time like me, immortal. "

This sentence was like a magic voice, Shen Xia was afraid after hearing it for a while.

and so……

The Tang Wen in front of him is not Tang Wen, he is also a clone like him? !

The author has something to say:→_→Finally this is the end of the writing. It is not a bug to write that Old Tang is so strong that he does not look like a human being, because the old Tang who was killed before is already a genetically optimized clone. So Lao Tang was able to step on the AK47 in the face of Gatling.