please control your guide

In the remote monitoring center, Ji Song felt that he had just experienced three days of suffering that he had never experienced before.

All the indicators on the instrument are fluctuating like never before, just like the heart rhythm curve on the testing equipment in the hospital, and his whole heart is also going up and down continuously.

In fact, from a certain point of view, Ji Song is also very afraid of facing the situation where he has to make a decision.

For him personally, it is Gu Nian's emotion of watching Ying Xi Ze come over for so many years, and for human society, it is the last chance to seek hope that has been maintained for so many years. Followed by a complete ashes.

In such a process, every minute and every second seemed to become extraordinarily long, and the ideological burden borne during the period was unprecedentedly huge.

But fortunately, the value that was infinitely close to the critical line with the ups and downs has never broken through.

Until now, all the numerical indicators have been completely determined, and all the numerical values ​​on the screen have not continued to jump.

"Dean Ji, it's stable, it's finally stable!" The staff present were almost completely driven crazy these days, and seeing that the dust finally settled, they were almost crying with joy.

Ji Song also let out a long breath, and sat down heavily on the chair with some exhaustion.

Just as he reached out to touch the teacup on the table next to him, the finger that touched the surface of the cup paused slightly: "That's not right."

The staff didn't respond for a while: "What's wrong?"

Ji Song's gaze landed on the last comprehensive index as if he was doomed: "It's too high."

The staff looked at it repeatedly, with a dazed expression: "It's not high, and it's not beyond the danger line."

"It's not exceeded, but..." Ji Song raised his head and drank water, trying to calm himself down, "However, this is also not an indicator that an ordinary human being should have."

The staff was dumbfounded.

After he understood the meaning of this sentence, his expression suddenly became ugly.

Half an hour later, a convoy returned in a mighty manner along the route it had left at that time.

This time, because I was not sure about the specific situation, I didn't bring other people from the seventh group with me. Although it looked like they were going to greet their return, the fully armed state could still make people feel a strong sense of oppression at first glance.

The protective doors from the outside to the inside opened one by one.

Ji Song walked inside under the protection of a group of people. The deeper he went, the more he could feel a wave of mental fluctuations still pulsating in the surrounding air.

It's a very active feeling, but it's not the same as Sentinel's disordered phase, and it's not disturbing.

Instead, there is a kind of stability after satisfaction.

When he walked to the last door, Ji Song hesitated for a moment, but finally made a decision and completed the identity verification.

The innermost room is undoubtedly the main battlefield in the previous fusion process.

Even though they had been prepared for a long time, the spiritual current that roared towards them the moment the door opened, caught everyone who had been prepared for a long time by surprise.

Ji Song was held tightly by the people behind so that he didn't fall to the ground, he looked up with concentration, the first thing that fell into his eyes was the ferocious black wolf who was staring at him vigilantly, and then cast his gaze inside, Only then did I see the two people who were almost curled up on the bed.

Although there were guesses about the final solution before, but when I saw it with my own eyes, there was still a little emotion between my eyebrows: "You..."

Just as the sound came out, the black wolf bared its fangs and roared fiercely a few times.

A huge deterrent was covering it, and it was about to take a step forward to force these uninvited guests back, when a male voice rang softly: "It's okay, let them in."

Hei Lang whimpered softly, looked back at the man behind him, and finally lowered his ears obediently, and took two steps aside.

However, the gaze staring at the door was still full of vigilance.

At the first glance, Ji Song thought that Ying Xi Ze had fallen into a coma, but unexpectedly, the man lying beside the bed slowly raised his eyes and looked over here.

The voice was as cold as ever: "I will trouble you for the rest."

Just as Ji Song was about to respond, his voice suddenly became hoarse when his eyes met.

It took a long time before he spoke again: "Your hair..."

Ying Xi Ze lowered his eyes, his eyes flicked from the ends of his hair, and he didn't feel too surprised: "It's not important."

Ji Song was silent for a moment, and beckoned the staff to go up and clean up the messy scene in the room, but he still stood where he was, looking at Ying Xi Ze, hesitant to speak.

Ying Xize didn't seem to feel the gaze. Seeing the staff approaching, he stretched out his hands and slowly supported the bed, trying to stand up.

It was a very simple movement, but it seemed somewhat difficult in the situation where he was completely out of strength at this moment.

His hair color had already turned light brown during the long-lasting X experiment in the past, but after these three days and three nights, it directly turned into an almost transparent color.

Under such light white hair, the eyebrows with a little water vapor undoubtedly look a little more charming, whether it is the corners of the eyes or the neck, there are some subtle rosy colors, ambiguous, and extremely imaginative.

The staff who just approached saw this scene at first glance, and they were all a little dazed by coincidence.

A few people even felt a layer of heat on their faces for no reason, and they were about to speak dumbly, when they saw the figure in front of them shake suddenly.

"Be careful!" Someone exclaimed, and the people who approached quickly reached out to hold the unconscious Ying Xize firmly.

Immediately afterwards, it was inevitable to fall into a period of chaos.

Ying Xize had a dream.

In the dream, those emotionless and white laboratories became fragmented, as if they had turned into countless pieces of a puzzle, collapsing at an astonishing speed, and then splicing together one after another.

The precarious islands in the vast sea are gradually gathering together, and the new continent begins to rebuild.

The waterfall slanting down from the sky becomes a natural barrier, enveloping the whole new picture world.

He saw the figure of the man.

They meet, mingle, and knead each other thoroughly in the invisible world.

All perceptions communicate, followed by sudden and powerful heartbeats.

After venting again and again, they finally achieved the closest fit.

Warmth, perception, irritability, withdrawal... In the end, there is only a piece of tenderness that cuddles tightly.

It's an unprecedented feeling.

Invisibly, it seemed as if something was holding his palm tightly.

Then, it gets closer and closer.

It was as if an invisible hand was trying to pull him out of the drowsy sinking state.

In a daze, Ying Xize slowly opened his eyes in a state of continuous nervous tension due to the overly clear and distinct touch.

The slender eyelashes visibly trembled.

The bright environment around him made him dizzy for a moment, and then the outline of the man in front of him finally gradually became clear.

It seems that he has not been able to recover for a long time.

After a while, he slowly raised his other hand, and his fingertips gently brushed across his face bit by bit like a memory.

In the end, without waiting for the next move, the only hand that could move was tightly held in the palm of the other party.

A very clear and domineering move.

What came from both hands was the warmth and heat as in memory, which belonged to this man.

Ying Xize heard Su Fengzhou's voice: "You finally woke up."

He looked up steadily, and with the thoughts of finally returning to reality completely, he pulled the corner of his mouth weakly under exhaustion.

Looking at Su Fengzhou's still pale face, Ying Xize's tone sounded full of obvious dissatisfaction: "This sentence... I should tell you, I say you..."

Before he finished speaking, a force suddenly brought him over.

In the next second, he slammed into an embrace heavily.

Different from the fusion process in the spiritual world, the undulating and powerful chest conveys the most real touch.

Ying Xize paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand to go around, and returned a cautious but very firm hug.