After the death of thousands of people, the enemy regrets it

In the glass container filled with blue liquid medicine, a man with a handsome face and frosty eyes slowly opened his eyes.

He has been sleeping here for too long, so long that he stared at this weird room with various lines intertwined together for a long time, before he slowly remembered his identity.

He is the manager of the Space-Time Administration. Later, because the energy of the Space-Time Administration gradually became stronger, his spiritual power also gradually grew, and he gradually possessed the powerful ability to make everyone look ashamed, and finally became the main god in the mouth of countless taskers. .

In the authority, all taskers and systems here are his subordinates.

Like a cold machine, he assigns worlds and mission requirements to each tasker through the mastermind every day, so as to maintain the stability of thousands of worlds, and at the same time continue to grow the energy of the Authority.

At first, the Space-Time Management Bureau could only control one or two worlds, but now it is so powerful that it can not only control tens of thousands of large and small worlds, but also create worlds!

It is also because of this powerful ability that Xing Yuan gradually has a god-like sense of oppression in the heart of the tasker.

It's just that God sometimes misses.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have slept in this container for so long, and even his soul would have been divided into five fragments and scattered to a certain mission world.

When he came back again, he felt that his whole body was in a trance.

A small system tremblingly hiding beside him said nervously at this moment: "Lord...Lord God, you are back."

Xing Yuan ignored it, but walked step by step to a place where the data was stored, and his eyes fell on a piece of personal information.

Name: Chu Yan

Code: 96354

Binding System: Ten Thousand Suspect System

Task: In the interstellar world, serve as a foil to the existence of the protagonist Ling Feng, die miserably, and help the protagonist achieve a happy ending.

Mission result: failed

Reason: unknown

Xing Yuan looked at these information materials, and the frost in his eyes slowly dissipated and warmed up, like a spring recovery.

He asked the system: "Where is he?"

.......

Chu Yan's parents are going on a trip recently to spend a rare two-person world.

The so-called two-person world naturally has no room for Chu Yan to participate.

In the past, this couple would never go out, because after Chu Yan woke up, what they cared about most was Chu Yan's body.

But now everything is different, their family now has a very reliable person named Song Zhuo.

With him around, Chu Yan will definitely not live a hard life, maybe the two of them will be happier together than when they are two adults.

So they booked air tickets and hotels with confidence, and then started to prepare luggage with big bags and small bags.

Chu Yan watched from the sidelines, but he refused in his heart.

He didn't really want to be alone with Song Zhuo.

Although the two of them have been together for a while, and from Song Zhuo's performance, he is a gentle and considerate person, but Chu Yan always feels a little alienated from him for no reason.

Song Zhuo came over early today to send his parents to the airport with Chu Yan.

For some reason, Chu Yan felt that Song Zhuo was in a particularly good mood, as if he really wanted Chu Yan's parents to leave.

Song Zhuo is a very thoughtful person. He helped Chu Yan's parents carry a lot of luggage along the way, and took them to solve the lunch problem in advance before boarding the plane.

Before leaving, Ge Yan told Chu Yan to get along well with Song Zhuo, and left enough living expenses for Chu Yan.

Watching them gradually travel far away, Chu Yan was at a loss for a moment.

***

When returning home, Song Zhuo bought some vegetables from the vegetable market along the way, and bought two catties of pork ribs for Chu Yan, planning to make ribs soup for him when he went home.

Chu Yan didn't understand why he took care of himself like this, so he followed behind him and asked silently, "Why do you treat me so well."

He felt that some things still needed to be made clear. He couldn't accept too much kindness from others. He felt that it would be unfair to this person if he couldn't give the same kindness.

Song Zhuo just turned around and looked at him softly, eyes full of doting: "I want you to have a better life."

Chu Yan had no choice but to walk with him silently, wondering if he should give him something in return.

When he got home, Song Zhuo helped Chu Yan turn on the TV, and said in a gentle tone: "Wait a while, we won't be able to eat until a while later."

Then, Chu Yan watched him carry the vegetables to the kitchen.

He stared blankly at this picture, feeling somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it, he finally knew where he was familiar.

Ling Feng seems to have done such a thing.

When Ling Feng lived with him in Pawei Xing, that person also took good care of him.

In fact, every look in Song Zhuo's eyes, and even the tone of his speech were very similar to that person.

More importantly, Chu Yan had a vague fondness for Ling Feng.

It was just due to the situation at the time, and he knew that Ling Feng would return to Emperor Star sooner or later, and there was still such a huge gap between the identities of the two of them.

There are too many barriers in this.

Even if there is a little hazy liking, it will be extinguished sooner or later.

As for Song Zhuo...

Obviously words and deeds are so similar, why can't he feel the same about him.

Song Zhuo, who was busy in the kitchen at this time, didn't know what Chu Yan was thinking.

His words and deeds in this world have always been imitated in the direction Chu Yan likes.

Every move, even every detail, he strives to be perfect, enough to convince Chu Yan.

So he is very sure that as long as they get along with each other for long enough, Chu Yan will definitely fall in love with him.

He could keep pretending like this for him.

As for his viciousness, his ambition, and his sickness, he can forcibly suppress these characteristics to the depths of his soul.

After all, there is nothing more important than getting him.

Just when there was deep lust hidden in his eyes, Chu Yan also came to this kitchen.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

Song Zhuo looked back at him, and said softly: "You are responsible for tasting the taste."

Chu Yan casually picked up a piece of potato and began to peel it.

Although he is not very proficient in cooking, he feels that he is a qualified vegetable cutting assistant.

When he lowered his head to peel his skin, the snow-white nape of his neck slid into his shirt all the way along his neck, which inexplicably gave off a very alluring feeling.

Song Zhuo looked at him deeply, while Chu Yan was still showing off his superb sword skills as if no one else was around.

Apart from the two of them, there is no third person in the room now.

No one will know what he does.

The man was also powerless to resist.

Just when his eyes were dark, Chu Yan had already finished peeling a whole potato, and turned his head to smile at Song Zhuo.

Song Zhuo froze for a moment, the darkness in his eyes quickly dissipated, and he lowered his eyelashes to cover up his dirty mood just now.

Not urgent...

It's too early.

......

After the friendship ended, Song Zhuo quietly withdrew from the group, and deleted a bunch of friends along the way.

He also checked Chu Yan's chat records, and found no girl he was attracted to.

Seeing Chu Yan chatting with them cautiously, Song Zhuo unconsciously showed a little smile.

From then on, the only person who can stay by Chu Yan's side and be accepted by him is himself.

Thinking that he could monopolize this person, Song Zhuo felt his heart tremble with excitement.

It's just that this person treats feelings too slowly.

If he has been so disciplined, he doesn't know how long it will take him to realize his own thoughts, and then he can think about the relationship between the two of them in the direction of a couple.

Chu Yan was doing high math problems in the room at that time, facing those English-like problem-solving process, he said that he would not.

He put his face on his hands, and began to look out of the window uncontrollably, imagining that when he was in the empire, he was a bad prince who was hated by everyone, and it was impossible to learn something like advanced mathematics.

But since he wants to be a good student with both good character and academics now, of course he can't continue to let himself go.

Just as he was scratching his head and thinking hard, a person gently pushed open the door of his room.

It was Song Zhuo who came to his room with the fruit.

Song Zhuo looked at his troubled look, and asked in a gentle voice: "What's the matter, did you encounter any trouble?"

At this moment, Chu Yan saw him as if he saw the savior: "With you here, there will be no trouble."

Hearing Chu Yan's words, Song Zhuo's chest throbbed violently at that moment.

Before he could recover, Chu Yan brought him to his desk, and respectfully asked him to sit down, handing him a pen with his left hand and tea with his right hand, his eyes full of sincerity.

Song Zhuo knew what Chu Yan wanted to do when he saw the exercises on the table.

He was also straightforward: "Should I teach it, or I will finish it directly."

Chu Yan also knew the principle of teaching people to fish, and looked at him earnestly: "It would be great if you can teach me."

Song Zhuo smiled lightly when he heard the words, and took Chu Yan's pen smoothly.

Chu Yan scratched his head and scratched his head, even if he couldn't solve the problem by drawing lots and offering incense, Song Zhuo glanced at it and got an idea.

Then Chu Yan saw his thoughts and the formulas needed to solve the problem written on the smooth paper.

The thinking is very clear, and the problem-solving skills do not contain any elements of showmanship. They are just teaching Chu Yan to do the problems very frankly.

There was a grateful look in Chu Yan's eyes.

He lowered his head and carefully looked at the problem-solving ideas on the draft paper. At that moment, his body was very close to Song Zhuo.

Song Zhuo's pen tip stopped suddenly, his heart beat faster and his breathing became slightly heavy.

It's just that Chu Yan, who is as big as the sky, didn't notice this at all. He just concentrated on reading the questions. In the past, he should be a little Taoist priest who devoted himself to cultivating the Tao.

Perhaps it was because Chu Yan was too unconscious, in order to make him remember long, he purposely moved close to his ear and spoke softly to him: "You don't have class on Friday afternoon, I'll take you to the back mountain of the park to play. "

His voice was so tender, and his warm breath sprayed on Chu Yan's earlobe, as gentle as if he was kissing his ear.

Chu Yan backed away slightly in fright, and shyly put on his charming veil on the topic that he had finally thought about just now.

He thought, Song Zhuo was definitely not suitable to be a teacher.

Facing Song Zhuo's invitation, Chu Yan initially thought of rejecting it.

But Song Zhuo showed a very pitiful look and said a lot of words to him.

The general idea is that when he was a child, his parents were very strict with him, and he seldom went out with his friends. He envied Chu Yan for having such an open-minded parents, and he really regarded himself as a friend, so he wanted to invite him to go out together.

Chu Yan is not a person who is good at rejection, not to mention that he had nothing to do on Friday, let alone destroy Song Zhuo's fragile and sensitive heart because of his ruthlessness.

So, he still agreed.

Song Juo smiled pleasantly at him, then lowered his eyes, and continued to help Chu Yan sort out his thoughts.

Where Chu Yan couldn't see, he didn't notice that a glint of success flashed in Song Zhuo's eyes.

......

I have to say that the back mountain during the rest time is really a holy place for couples.

In the gazebo, there are couples of all ages sitting, there are children holding hands, there are old couples over half a century old, and of course there are young boys and girls in their youth.

Chu Yan and Song Zhuo were somewhat embarrassed staying here. Of course, on the surface, only Chu Yan felt awkward.

Song Zhuo looked leisurely, and didn't notice at all how attractive these two handsome guys were.

Perhaps sensing Chu Yan's uneasiness, Song Zhuo's eyes darkened slightly, and then comforted him if he pointed out: "Don't be nervous, look, the people staying here are so relaxed, it's more relaxing than making people breathless." But it’s much more interesting in a bad city, isn’t it?”

Chu Yan inexplicably remembered the interstellar world he had been in for many years.

indeed.

It is not easy for him to stay in such a peaceful real world now, what is he still worried about.

But what he didn't know was that what Song Zhuo wanted was for him to slowly relax his inner defenses, so that he could take advantage of it.

Maybe this time he will be so jealous of that person's existence.

Why is it that he has tried his best to imitate exactly the same, but it is still difficult to enter Chu Yan's heart.

Just when his heart was immersed in such dark thoughts, a girl came up to them at this time and greeted them warmly.

The girl said: "Can you take a picture for me? I don't have any friends around to take pictures for me."

With that said, she had already taken out her mobile phone from her bag.

She was speaking to Chu Yan, but her eyes kept looking towards Song Zhuo, her face turned red.

Just as Chu Yan wanted to agree, Song Zhuo had already picked up her mobile phone in advance, smiling politely and alienatingly, "Let me take pictures for you."

Seeing this, the girl's face turned even redder.

After a while, the girl stood under the big banyan tree, with green grass behind her, long hair blowing in the wind, and a bright smile.

When passers-by saw Song Zhuo taking pictures of the girl, they almost subconsciously regarded him as the girl's boyfriend.

Chu Yan had nothing to do, so he had to wait silently by the side.

There was no fluctuation in his heart, he just thought, could it be that Song Zhuo likes this one?

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little relaxed.

On the other side, Song Zhuo took pictures of the girl absent-mindedly, and looked in Chu Yan's direction calmly, trying to find some reactions like displeasure or loss on his face.

But the result was beyond his surprise.

Because not only did Chu Yan not have a trace of disappointment on his face, but he also swept back and forth between himself and the girl with ambiguous eyes, giving people the feeling as if he saw his best son found a wishful family.

How can this be tolerated?

He thought that according to Chu Yan's temperament, he should not refuse this request for help that can be done easily.

He couldn't bear Chu Yan's concentration on pointing the camera at someone else, and then taking pictures for her with serious concentration.

Not even for a short while.

God knows how jealous Chu Yan was when he was hugged tightly by that person in that time, so jealous that he went crazy, so jealous that he wanted to kill that person immediately.

But he can only watch, see him being held in the hands of others, see him belong to others, and he can only watch all this silently like a clown, can't do anything, can only let the ugly jealous occupy.

The girl in the photo had a bright smile, but she didn't walk into Song Zhuo's heart at all.

After taking the photo, he gave the girl a gentle smile, and then handed her mobile phone back into her hand.

The girl's face was blushing at the moment, and the moment Song Zhuo turned around, she couldn't help pulling his sleeve, blushing, and asked shyly, "Can you add a contact information to me?"

Seeing this scene, Chu Yan, a melon-eating crowd, immediately felt that she was a talented woman, and that it was created by nature. God guided Song Zhuo to bring him here, so that he could meet the girl who was destined for him in his life, and then...

Then he saw Song Zhuo mercilessly rejecting her.

Not only did he refuse, he also walked over to hold Chu Yan's hand as if nothing had happened, and pulled him, an innocent melon-eating crowd, up from the ground, and finally whispered in his ear as an excuse: "Help me act, don't let others The girl accidentally fell in love with someone she shouldn't care about."

Before Chu Yan could react, Song Zhuo had already hooked his lips, and took his hand before he could react.

The girl was dumbfounded immediately.

To be honest, Chu Yan was also dumbfounded.

He wanted to break free, but Song Zhuo's strength was too great, the more he struggled, the more painful it would be. If he obediently let him grab it, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. This feeling is really too subtle. Chu Yan didn't know how to describe his happy mood at the moment.

Fortunately, the girl quickly ran away blushing, leaving only Chu Yan standing there stupidly, inseparable from Song Zhuo's post.

He felt very nervous at the moment, so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

Because even though the girl had already left, Song Zhuo still held onto his hand tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Chu Yan had no choice but to gently remind: "That...she's gone."

Song Zhuo remained silent.

Chu Yan continued to bite the bullet and reminded: "But... you can let go."

Song Zhuo put it aside as if he had heard it.

Chu Yan finally felt that the atmosphere was not right, his eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Song Zhuo who was standing beside him bit by bit.

He met his lustful eyes directly.

Chu Yan trembled all over, and his eyes slowly turned back, pretending that he didn't see anything.

But it was too late for him to pretend to be stupid.

The sun was clearly still high, but the surrounding air felt fragrant and gradually turned chilly.

What's even more strange is that the originally smiling crowd has gradually dispersed. It is obviously a great leisure time, but there are fewer and fewer people around, lonely and scattered, gradually disappearing, and only him and Song Zhuo are left. I stood here silently stalemate.

Inexplicably, Chu Yan felt a trace of fear in his heart.

Song Zhuo's strength was unexpectedly great, making Chu Yan think of Jun Wang inexplicably.

Jun Wang obviously still looks like a teenager, but his strength is so great that it is impossible to break free.

Chu Yan swallowed nervously, and turned his head slightly to meet his gaze.

"Well, Song Zhuo, we...should go back too?"

Song Zhuo just looked at him deeply but didn't answer. He just stretched out a hand and slowly touched Chu Yan's cheek.

At this time, Chu Yan suddenly realized that this person's temperature was significantly lower than that of a normal person.

Song Zhuo's eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was an indescribable affection and tenderness in his eyes.

Chu Yan's wrist was firmly imprisoned by him, unable to move, and the surrounding environment gradually became gloomy. Chu Yan was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly with the gradually dropping temperature .

He tried his best to pull out his wrist, but found that Song Zhuo's eyes seemed to be more gloomy.

For a moment, he felt that he had returned to that star world.

This familiar sense of danger and coercion spread to his nerves bit by bit.

Song Zhuo's body approached him little by little, with a sickly light in his eyes.

He said softly: "Xiao Yan, I had a special feeling when I first saw you."

Chu Yan: "..."

Love at first sight is impossible.

Song Zhuo said again: "As we get along slowly, I find that I can't let you go more and more."

Chu Yan: "..."

It's impossible to live in love for a long time...

Even though Chu Yan was three-point disturbed, three-point uneasy, and four-point confused, presenting a regular fan-shaped statistical graph, Song Zhuo seemed to have no intention of interrupting and letting him go, and was still approaching him step by step .

Chu Yan couldn't help leaning back.

Until his back hit a solid tree trunk, there was no way back.

Song Zhuo rested his hand on the side of Chu Yan's face, his eyes were dark and depressed.

He said hoarsely, "I love you."

"Do you know how long I longed for you?"

Chu Yan was in a daze at the time, and almost said: I really don't know, why don't we sit down and talk about it?

But Song Zhuo didn't give him a chance to break it. He bent down and left a hard kiss on Chu Yan's neck.

In other words, it's not called kissing at all, it's called biting!

The corners of Chu Yan's eyes burst out of pain, and he didn't care what was decent or not, so he went up and wanted to punch Song Zhuo.

Before his ready-to-go punch landed on Song Zhuo's face, the next second, Song Zhuo was pushed far away by an unknown force.

A man he had never seen before stood in front of him, and there was anger burning in his ice-cold eyes.

The author has something to say:

Song Zhuo is the king

Xingyuan is a combination of slice and attack (knock on the blackboard)