no star

Warm blood flowed out, dyeing Li Xingmo's hands and abdomen bright red and moist, he finally realized what happened, and rolled his eyes blankly.

There are so many people standing around, he thought so.

He knew everyone, from newspaper interviews or simply from his side, and stayed with him day and night; but now, he is so indifferent to death, as if it is just an insignificant person who died, Wen Ling is like this, Even Le Haokong is the same.

His nominal biological father was just watching from the sidelines at this moment, so far away that Li Xingmo couldn't even see his expression clearly; A hilarious pantomime after careful planning, absurd and ridiculous.

Li Panxia's sacrifice seemed insignificant in such a situation, Wen Ling was only surprised for a moment, and then raised the corners of his mouth with great interest.As soon as he raised his hand, someone behind him stepped forward knowingly, and pushed the wheelchair forward a little bit, so that he could better observe Li Xingmo's tragic situation at this time.He just clicked his tongue: "It's a surprise, how about it, Xingmo? I swear to the universe, this really has nothing to do with me."

The dead person is still bleeding out continuously, so——maybe the ruler felt dirty again at this time, he frowned, and someone appeared next to him, and dragged the lifeless Li Panxia away from Li Xingmo's body .The place that was soaked gradually became cold, but Li Xingmo didn't seem to notice it. His eyes were half-closed, and he landed somewhere randomly without focus. It seemed that he finally no longer had any will to survive. to his temple without any struggle.

From the beginning to the end, Le Haokong had been watching with cold eyes. When the trigger was about to be knocked for the second time, his heart suddenly moved, he walked to Wenling's side, and whispered something in his ear.

Wen Ling didn't answer, as if tacitly agreed, he quickly disappeared to the other side of the laboratory, and when he reappeared, there was a silver-gray metal box in his hand. After being scanned by Wen Ling's pupils, the box opened in response. There were two refrigerated reagents inside, and the liquid in the test tube was shaking slightly with his movements. Occasionally, a golden flash could be seen from a certain angle, and it was easy for people to guess what it was.

Rong Ju, who had already calmed down due to exhaustion, saw this thing and struggled violently. He was so strong that he broke free for a moment. He approached Li Xingmo's position with a hoarse voice, as if he had just crawled out of hell. The evil ghost: "Wenling! You can't—"

"I can not?"

Rong Zhe was subdued again, and Wen Ling looked down at his embarrassment at the moment. This sentence touched his back, and all the hypocrisy faded away, revealing a little contemptuous and mocking face.He waved his hand, and the reagent was taken out, approaching the ignorant Li Xingmo little by little, and at the same time said arrogantly: "In this universe, there is never anything I can't do, it just depends on whether I want to or not."

The needle with a cold metallic color was only one step away from Li Xingmo, and Rong Ju's forehead was full of veins, and he shouted: "Then you come towards me!"

"You?" Wen Ling didn't even bother to look at charity anymore, "You are far from being qualified compared to the only successful product in the universe."

"Li Xingmo!" Seeing that he couldn't make a move, Rong Ju turned to call Li Xingmo who was in a trance, "Open your eyes and see, where is this place!"

But all the voices seemed to be isolated by the other party, and this didn't make him feel any fluctuations. Rather, with Li Panxia's death, it seemed that his soul was taken away somewhere, and the cold liquid was injected into him. , He was ignorant, not even a change in his eyes.

The last drop of golden liquid was injected, and behind his glands, a complete half-wing mark was gradually revealed. Its huge shape and complete appearance were unheard of by everyone.

Wen Ling's expression became ecstatic. He clasped his hands tightly on the handles of the wheelchair, so hard that his joints turned white, and even Ling Mi beside him couldn't help but marvel: "Is it going to succeed?"

"No," Le Haokong denied her in a low voice, but his eyes unconsciously revealed obsession, "It's a fusion of the original and final versions."

Li Xingmo, the only completely successful product of the first generation of Unfalling Stars, has never shown any side effects since birth, and finally, many years later, he has once again shown everyone that he is unique and different, such as this moment.

The full-winged totem, which symbolizes the ominous, continued to spread on his body, but the person carrying this mark still remained silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Li Xingmo's awakening, but after a long time, there was still no movement.

The two reagents brought by Le Haokong are the latest versions developed by them, and they were urged to send them on the way there just now. In other words, there is already an extra piece of data belonging to Li Xingmo on the big screen in the center. ;Take a step back, even if this is still a failed semi-finished product, without any effect they want, it shouldn't be like it is now, without half a move, as if——

It seemed that this thing had no effect on Li Xingmo.

At this moment, Li Xingmo finally moved in the eyes of everyone.

I saw him raise his head slowly, his eyes were still clear, his eyes were still a little red from crying just now, people who were not familiar with him could not see any difference at all; but when Rong Zhe looked at him, his heart immediately fell to the bottom of the valley.He and Li Xingmo accompany him day and night, so of course he can easily tell what kind of emotions are hidden in such a pair of eyes; just like at this time, he knows more clearly than anyone else that the other party's eyes do not have the familiar love and hate in his eyes, In other words, the current Li Xingmo is already another completely unfamiliar existence.

Li Xingmo walked around the arena with an emotionless gaze, the blood stains on his body were still wet, and the mark on the back of his neck continued to shine; everyone kept silent about this, and no one dared to stop him, so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Xingmo slowly Slowly walked to Wen Ling's side.

Wen Ling's expression could no longer be described with joy. A smile appeared on his young face, and he praised softly: "Good boy."

Li Xingmo didn't respond to this, but he didn't show any repulsion either. He still stood in front of Wen Ling, as if waiting for his next order.

Without any effort, Wenling created an identical S again.

"Good boy, let me think about how to call you... But those are not important now, the most important thing is, go, Xingmo, and kill that person."

Wen Ling noblely raised a hand, pointing to Rong Ju not far away, Li Xingmo also followed his finger to look over; the brain understands and processes instructions, obedience is now his instinct, so he raised his foot, step by step toward the He walked in the direction where Rong Yu was, and then slowly raised his knife.

When life and death were at stake, Rong Ju fell to the ground, many flashes flashed through his mind, and finally he thought inappropriately: His Xingmo is still pretty, and his angle and expression are still too beautiful, if... he That is to say, if you really want to stay at this moment, that is also a good choice, but if you don’t know the age of the universe, will there be another world after death?

The blade flashed, Rong Ju closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come for a long time, so he opened his eyes in surprise, only to see a trace of hesitation across Li Xingmo's face, like the real Li Xingmo The soul is still struggling inside.

"...Rong Xian..." Li Xingmo squatted down and looked at him with his head tilted like a puppy, as if he felt familiar, but he didn't understand, Rong Ju's eyes suddenly turned sore, "It's me, boy, it's Mr. Rong here .”

Li Xingmo frowned deeper. It seemed that he was struggling to make such a choice that went against his instinct, but he still didn't choose to attack; he stared at Rong Ju for a long time, and the latter, in his pure and impurity-free eyesight, seemed to cry without money. It slid down his cheeks to his cheeks, washing his dirty and dusty face into two marks, but the corners of his mouth were still upturned, Li Xingmo stretched out his hand, carefully trying to touch his face: "...Mr. Rong, don't cry."

Rong Ju grabbed his hand, and with the rough palm left with eternal scars, he said in a trembling voice: "My boy, if there is a scar on the palm of my hand, then I, then I am—"

Mr. Rong.

The scar represents the love that wants to be made up. If there is it, no matter what illusion, no matter where it is, it is his unique Mr. Rong.

With his mind and soul back in place, those painful or sweet memories returned to his body, Li Xingmo finally woke up after a long journey.The core control machine not far away issued a warning sharp buzzing, and spontaneously strengthened the control, but it was no longer effective; in the severe pain, Li Xingmo raised the corners of his mouth, and the mark on the back of his neck was at the end of his strength, emitting an almost dazzling Bright light, in the bright light, a strong but not pungent rose fragrance dissipated, indiscriminately exerting pressure on everyone present, at this moment Rong Ju shouted: "Xingmo! Bracelet!"

If he felt something, Li Xingmo raised his hand, and in his mind, the bracelet turned into a light spot in his eyes, and then turned into a familiar gun.

Li Panxia's last words rang in his ears when he died, right, what's on the right?

One shot, the screen trembled and buzzed, and then another shot, the control of the core equipment began to weaken. At the same time, the puppet legions in various places began to collapse and stopped their attacks. Xu Haoxuan had a splitting headache. In the pain, I vaguely remembered the name of a person, Yan Zimo.

He thought, but who is that?

In the underground palace, the man who was as dry as rotten wood stopped, and then shed a line of tears in a daze. He thought that he might have the answer to the question of Li Xingmo and Rong Ju.

It turns out that he is not IV01, he has a name, Yan Zimo.

What about... Fu Xiuzhu?

In a trance, Ziyi thought of the long time ago, that cold orphanage and the little girl who was always around her. The name was finally no longer a dispensable code name for her. A long time ago, I wrote a fate for her.

Xiao Fan was lying beside her, breathing weakly, so she thought: Fortunately, it's not too late, as Fu Xiuzhu's life, it's not too late.

At this point, the victory was decided, and the longevity that Wenling and the others were chasing after finally turned into froth on the sea, and together with himself, became the past tense.

The Unfalling Star Project has all failed so far, it has been permanently sealed, and history has been rewritten. The universe is still dry and prosperous, and life and death always follow;

So you see, human beings never need eternal life, as long as it is worth it for a moment, it is also considered immortal.

Greetings, our bright stars.

The author says:

After I finished writing, I looked back, wow, 34 words.

Another story to say goodbye to everyone, serialized for half a year, thank you for your support all the way, I hope you like Xingmo and Mr. Rong.

I also hope that I will make a little progress, just a little bit.

Say goodbye to "Unfalling Star" everyone, see you in the next story!

I really like writing stories!Wish I could write until I was 80!whee!