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

When his mind calmed down a little, Chu Yan raised his eyes again and found that Xing Yuan was already standing close at hand. At that moment, he felt that his heart rate began to experience another dramatic period—beginning, development, Climax, ending and a series of processes.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that Xing Yuan's aura is too strong, and everyone present here will basically experience such a psychological activity as long as they don't have heart problems.

Ahhh he is here, I didn't make any mistake, my hair is messy, is my gaze firm enough...

At this time, there was a ringtone of the end of the conversation in the system hall, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and began to leave in a direction opposite to Xing Yuan's peace of mind.

But Chu Yan, who was locked by Xing Yuan's gaze, knew very clearly that he could not leave.

After Xing Yuan approached, his gaze stayed on Chu Yan's face for a while, then he frowned and looked at the child he was holding.

Afraid that Song Zhuo would be nervous, Chu Yan explained for him first: "This kid is new here, senior asked me to take him first."

Xing Yuan gave a soft "hmm", but his eyes did not move away from the child, but looked at him seriously.

Song Zhuo looked at Xing Yuan like this, sneered in his heart, then tightly grasped the corner of Chu Yan's clothes with his hands, pretended to be very scared and hid behind him carefully, only half of his head was exposed, his eyes were guarded He looked at the condescending Xing Yuan.

Seeing Song Zhuo's appearance, Chu Yan gently patted his head like an old father, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, this brother is not a bad person."

Song Zhuo thought to himself: If you live tens of thousands of years and return to your elder brother, even if you have a good heart, you won't be clean.

However, he still held onto Chu Yan's clothes tightly, as if enjoying the feeling that someone cared and pampered him.

Although Xing Yuan felt unhappy in his heart, he seemed unable to express any opinion on it.

He could only remind Chu Yan in a not-so-good tone: "He will one day become an independent tasker, so don't spoil him too much."

Chu Yan's micro-stalk.

Speaking of which, he himself does not seem to be a tasker who can take care of himself.

I hope he is not criticizing Sang and scolding Huai....

Xing Yuan has an inexplicable hostility towards this child, but now he can't tell why this hostility arises, but he always feels that there is something wrong with this child, and he still needs to pay more attention to it in the future.

The old wound left by the fight against the virus has recently begun to recur faintly. After explaining some things to Chu Yan, his pretty eyebrows suddenly frowned, covered his lips with his hands, and coughed uncomfortably.

Fortunately, almost all the people have dispersed now, and no one can see the slightly fragile appearance of the Lord God.

After all, in everyone's eyes, the main god is the strongest existence, ruthless and desireless, has no weakness, and will not get sick, otherwise it would be impossible to lead the Administration through such a long period of time.

But Chu Yan can now see such a human side from him.

He looked at Xing Yuan worriedly, his eyes were filled with concern visible to the naked eye: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xing Yuan just waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

Song Zhuo looked at the scene with gloomy eyes, feeling very unhappy in his heart.

You do care about him.

Probably the virus felt that he and Xing Yuan were both lonely existences for tens of thousands of years, but why Xing Yuan could get someone's care and attention when he was in pain, while he could only shrink into a dark place in despair? recuperating in the corner.

This is really unfair.

He looked deeply at Chu Yan, trying to turn his gaze back, so he said, "Brother Xiaoyan, I'm hungry."

Hearing these coquettish words, Chu Yan finally set his sights on the child.

And Song Zhuo's heart also showed a touch of pleasure of success.

.......

For Song Zhuo, meeting Xing Yuan face-to-face with his current parasitic body is safe and sound.

After all, children are born with a sense of weakness, it is easy to make people feel protective, and it is not easy to arouse people's suspicion.

What's more, viruses have parasitized countless people, but they have never thought of parasitizing children, and they will not learn to act coquettishly.

He felt that his old face could not do such a thing.

But in the face of Chu Yan, he was able to do it easily, and he did it so naturally.

This is really unbelievable.

Chu Yan took Song Juo to a simple meal and then took him back to the rest area.

Along the way, Song Zhuo was not very happy.

Because when the virus said that he was hungry, Chu Yan responded to him, and then turned his head to look at Xing Yuan, and asked him intimately: "Speaking of which, it is almost time for dinner, Lord God, are you hungry?" Not hungry?"

Xing Yuan didn't say that he had entered the level of a god, he was not a mortal, and eating was just a matter of dispensation for him.

In short, Chu Yan would actually take into account Xing Yuan's feelings when getting along with him, and this feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

So along the way, he didn't pay attention to Chu Yan, nor said a word to him.

Chu Yan didn't know what kind of anger this child was, but as a "life lecturer who is proficient in human nature", he understood what an ordinary child needs at this time.

Sweets and ice cream.

...to be blamed

Song Zhuo didn't even want to give them a look.

Sure enough, geniuses are still different from ordinary children. For example, at this moment, Chu Yan can only humblely hold the ice cream and lick it by himself.

Hmm, mango flavor, quite sweet.

When he returned to the rest area, Song Zhuo slammed the door and went back to his room without saying a word.

Chu Yan stared blankly, in a daze for three seconds.

Is this... losing your temper?

Gee.

Who hasn't lost their temper yet, hasn't they?

Chu Yan was not in a good mood, and had no intention of appeasing the wayward child.

Maybe it's because Xing Yuan's situation is not right today, or maybe it's because he has never tasted the love of his parents since he was a child, so he doesn't know what to do at this time, and he doesn't have a template for reference.

For all these reasons, Chu Yan decided to put him aside, as the saying goes, if the enemy does not move, we will not move.

Therefore, he didn't care about Song Zhuo's temper, but was silent for a while, and then raised his voice: "If you don't want to see me, then I'll go back to my room!"

Song Zhuo waited quietly in the room. Maybe he thought that people like Chu Yan would come in to comfort him after such a situation happened, and then slowly keep a distance from Xing Yuan under his guidance. This is a common practice. alienation method.

Until there was a sound of closing the door in the next room.

Song Zhuo:?

She really didn't care about him?

Isn't this different from what he imagined?

Song Zhuo's mood suddenly became very irritable. Is Xing Yuan really that important to Chu Yan?

Song Zhuo's mood was very subtle. On the one hand, he felt sullen because Chu Yan left him alone, and on the other hand, he felt an uncontrollable sense of loss.

As a virus, he is rarely in such a war between heaven and man.

Can't be subdued....

What is Chu Yan, a dispensable person who can die at any time.

Don't go out, don't go out.

However, why is this irritability in my heart getting stronger and stronger.

......

In the end, he shamefully gave in.

Maybe it's because he needs to gain Chu Yan's trust for his dormancy in the Space-Time Administration, or maybe it's because he's too irritable at the moment and urgently needs to take action to break the current deadlock.

He pursed his lips, and finally held the doorknob with his hand, and opened the door little by little.

But he soon discovered that Chu Yan did not go back to his room, but stood in front of his room door, looking at him with a smile on his face.

It turned out that the sound of closing the door just now was just a play!

It was the first time for Song Zhuo to feel the feeling of being deceived.

Chu Yan leaned against his room door, hugged his elbows, and looked at him with bent eyes and a smile: "Little friend, are you thinking about it?"

Song Zhuo felt unprecedented shame, and his physical reaction was very strong, specifically manifested in the fact that his snow-white face blushed a lot, as if blood was dripping from his ears.

Chu Yan smiled gently, and asked him caringly: "Let's talk, is there anything that made you unhappy today?"

In this world, there are many people who get awkward when there is a problem and are unwilling to communicate in a timely manner, but there are few people who are willing to resolve problems in the most gentle way and make people feel relaxed physically and mentally.

Chu Yan obviously belongs to the latter.

Even Song Zhuo, who has seen all the ways of the world, couldn't resist this kind of tenderness for a while.

If the development according to the original plan, he should say that he doesn't like Xing Yuan when he thinks about Chu Yan trying to comfort himself.

But in this case, he was obviously less likely to be that wayward.

Because one is calm and the other is unreasonable, it is always a little guilty.

Therefore, Song thought about it for a while, and finally asked a softer question: "Why are you so nice to that Xing Yuan?"

Chu Yan showed a clear look.

In the world of children, they are actually very reluctant to share love with others, so Song Zhuo is making trouble for children.

God, how could he not notice Song Zhuo's mental state at all, and unknowingly hurt his young heart. As an adult, he is really remiss.

So he tried to explain to Song Zhuo in the least hurtful words: "Xiao Jiu, you must know that there is an ancient and mysterious relationship in this world, called workplace relationship, also called superior-subordinate relationship. Do you understand?"

Song Zhuo: "..."

Chu Yan cleared his throat, and continued: "So, my brother should maintain the most basic courtesy and respect for him. Is Xiaojiu understandable?"

Complicated emotions welled up in Song Zhuo's heart.

He really...hasn't thought about it in this direction.

Are workplace relationships okay?

However, there seems to be nothing wrong with what he said, but it always makes people feel weird.

So Song Zhuo continued: "So Brother Xiaoyan, you don't actually like him, right?"

Chu Yan couldn't give him a definite answer to this point.

Because anyway, to Chu Yan, Xing Yuan is definitely not someone he hates. After all, the most painful things in his life have been resolved by him who used to be a psychological counselor.

But looking at Song Zhuo's expression that looked extremely unbalanced, he knew what he was thinking.

This is a sign of a child's insecurity.

Just imagine, when you come to a completely unfamiliar place, you only have a crush on a little brother, but this brother actually ignores your own feelings when talking to others, it sounds a bit pitiful to think so.

So Chu Yan decided to take another step back and said to him: "Xing Yuan is indeed not an ordinary passer-by to my brother, but a cute child like Xiaozhuo is also very important to my brother."

He frowned and said: "If Xiaozhuo is afraid of the dark, do you want to sleep with brother tonight?"

sleep together.

Although Song Zhuo didn't answer this question, a few minutes later, he was already sitting on Chu Yan's bed, fiddling with the wind chime beside Chu Yan's bed in boredom.

Chu Yan is a person with a low point of laughter, but Song Zhuo is different. He is a person who has seen everything in the world. He was born from people's negative values. Born to represent boring, ugly, dark, and suffering.

Therefore, he really couldn't understand why Chu Yan laughed so happily while reading a simple book.

"Small drink, small drink, look at this sentence, I laughed to death hahahaha!"

Song Zhuo's brows and eyes were indifferent, as if he looked lightly on the book. It was just a very simple talk show joke. Every joke can be dismantled into logic and drama, but it is only limited to this. It is impossible for a joke to cause a slight wave of waves in his heart.

He smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Xiaoyan likes to watch these things."

Chu Yan, who was trembling with laughter, couldn't help but fell on the bed. A small waistline was exposed under the loose shirt, which looked very attractive.

Well, this has attracted a little attention from Song Zhuo.

Chu Yan smiled for a while, and then observed Song Zhuo's expression of smirk, the corners of his mouth gradually became smaller, and asked, "Xiao Jiu, do you feel bored?"

Song Zhuo replied with a smile: "How can I feel bored about things that can make Brother Xiao Yan happy."

Chu Yan pursed his lips, and looked intently at Song Zhuo's face for a while, thinking that if this boy was not only ten years old, he might be quite accomplished in "tea".

He sat up and said to Song Zhuo: "I'm not saying that you think this book is boring, I'm just asking that your time in the administration was boring."

Song Zhuo looked at him with his clear eyes, looking at those big round and innocent eyes, Chu Yan knew that the child didn't understand him again.

He said bluntly, "Do you write a diary?"

Song Zhuo: "?"

......

For viruses, the "past" does not seem to be a thing worth recalling.

Because no matter what time it is, they are all the same dark pain.

But Chu Yan handed him a pen.

Song Zhuo looked at the blank notebook page, his eyes rolled up and down, but he didn't know how to write.

For him, there is nothing worth remembering, if there is, it is the battle plan of how to kill Xing Yuan, but this kind of thing is only suitable for staying in the mind, not for writing in a notebook.

Time will always pass away, endless life means endless loneliness, why write such meaningless things?

He said softly: "Childish."

Chu Yan said unhappily: "How can this be called childish? This is what kept me going when I was still alive, otherwise I might have died long ago."

During that painful time, Chu Yan didn't write about how painful he was today, he wrote about what kind things he encountered today, what kind people he met, and he looked forward to tomorrow.

For a child like Song Zhuo who has just come into contact with an unfamiliar environment, it is most suitable to use this kind of diary to strengthen his sense of familiarity and identity with the Administration.

In the end, as if catering to him, Song Zhuo reluctantly wrote in his diary——I really like the Administration, hahaha.

Chu Yan: "..."

This "hahaha" is so spiritual, it's a perfunctory that is visible to the naked eye.

**

In the middle of the night, there was no movement in the surrounding area.

Song Zhuo stared at the dark ceiling for a while, then turned his head and looked at Chu Yan who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

It was the first time for him to sleep with someone else, and it was the kind of pure chat under the quilt.

Chu Yan even wanted to tell him a fairy tale before going to bed, but Song Zhuo ruthlessly refused.

He is not a childlike virus.

Looking at this person's sleeping face without defense, the soft hair sticking to his face, half of his face was buried in the quilt, he looked a few years younger, but he was a bit cute.

In the middle of the night, Song Zhuo's eyes shone with a cold light.

He sat up slowly, without making a sound during the whole process.

Speaking of which, Xing Yuan seemed to care a lot about this person's expression if he died.

It will be painful.

The injury on the body will be more serious.

Will go crazy.

Thinking in this way, he slowly put his cold hand on Chu Yan's neck, and then slowly tightened it.

The prey was unaware of this, and even let out a soft dream.

A morbid smile appeared on Song Zhuo's face.

He knows he likes to kill.

But when he wanted to work harder, he found that he couldn't do it anyway.

It's not that there is any external force restraining him.

But his own heart is hesitating.

When did he feel compassion.

Song Zhuo was a little unwilling, so he grabbed Chu Yan's neck with both hands, with a gloomy face, and wanted to try again, but found that he still couldn't do it.

Not so much.

He is a virus.

A virus that kills without blinking an eye.

Song Zhuo was in a state of disbelief.

Finally, he slowly let go of his hand.

At that time, he would never have thought that one day in the future, he would fall deeply in love with this person.

He would only think, um, maybe the feeling is not good today, and he will try again next time when the time and place are right.

......

The next day, Chu Yan was asked by his senior to take Song Zhuo to participate in the task training.

The one who trained them was a veteran tasker, but compared with the main god, he was still far behind. After all, he has not yet obtained the godhead.

Of course, there are also rumors that he will be the main god of the latest generation.

Chu Yan was a little nervous when he stepped into his room.

I don't know what kind of person this veteran tasker will be. After all, the more powerful the person, the weirder his temper.

But when he pushed open the secret door of this room, he wanted to ask a lot of money for a pair of eyes that hadn't seen this place.

For this legendary figure who is very old, all kinds of posters of real people are placed in the room.

Posted on the wall, piled on the bed, placed on the table, everything that one expects to find.

And without exception, the characters above are Xing Yuan.

Who would have thought that this senior was actually a fanatical fan of the Lord God!

A piece of red silk was tied around his head, on which were written four words [Long live Xing Yuan! ! ! ]

He even needs three exclamation points to express his admiration!

The moment Chu Yan saw the senior, he couldn't speak, he couldn't speak, and he felt completely confused.

He said hoarsely, "Senior, what are you doing?"

The senior turned his head and looked at Chu Yan with a sluggish face, the emotion on his face instantly swelled.

He pointed to Chu Yan's eyes and said, "Young man! There is no faith in your eyes! Do you understand belief!"

Chu Yan didn't quite understand, but took a step back in fright.

The senior quickly stuffed Xing Yuan's limited-edition photos into Chu Yan's hands, asking him to carefully evaluate and feel the glory of the main god.

Song Zhuo scanned the whole room with extremely disgusted eyes.

Chu Yan looked at the photo in his hand in a daze, and after a few glances, he found: Hey, it seems really pretty.

Perhaps seeing the light in Chu Yan's eyes at that moment, the senior immediately frantically applauded the heroic appearance of their Lord God to Chu Yan.

Of course he didn't realize that the more comfortable he was, the more ugly Song Zhuo's face would be. As for why he didn't realize it... Maybe it was because Song Zhuo was still a child, too short, and lived at their eye level the following.

In the madness of seniors, Chu Yan finally found a way to get to the point: "That... Senior, we are here to learn how to do tasks independently."

It is said that the enthusiasm of the senior has finally restrained a little at this time, probably because of the loss of the Amway goal, we can even vaguely capture some disappointment from his eyes.

He found a chair and sat down, and asked Chu Yan and the others to sit anywhere.

Chu Yan looked at the room full of surrounding posters, and there was no place to put his feet or buttocks, so he pursed his lips and said, why don't we just stand.

The senior thought to himself that this is really a good student who knows how to be polite.

As he said that, he began to seriously introduce to them how to do the task well. Simply put, it is to follow the Romans, get close to the people, help the protagonists of the world complete their missions, and maintain the world order.

Chu Yan thought to himself: Got it, this is being a tool person.

Song Zhuo was absent-minded from beginning to end, and even sneered once or twice in his heart at certain times.

He doesn't like this kind of self-sacrificing work.

Then, the senior turned on an instrument, preparing to simulate the mission world for Chu Yan.

In this world, Chu Yan has to play the role of a death row prisoner who has been tortured. Next, he has to do his best to use his beauty and wisdom to make the general who executed him fall in love with him.

Chu Yan:?

Let's say without narcissism, where do I have anything to do with these two?

But before he had time to refute the irrationality of the mission, his hands were already hung up.

Chu Yan:? ? ?

Looking at the dark cell, Chu Yan understood that he had now entered the simulated mission world.

Looking at the whip and pepper water on the table, Chu Yan gasped.

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