Zerg evolutionary flaws

Cheng Chen lowered his head and looked at himself. His white shirt was torn several times and hung crookedly on his body. The exposed large area of ​​skin was left with suspicious scratches during the scuffle. It's hard not to get it wrong.

Cheng Chen ignored him, didn't even bother to give him a look, walked straight to the sink, and slowly turned on the water to wash off the blood.

Cheng Chen rubbed his hands under clean water, but he couldn't wash them clean, and fresh blood kept oozing from the wound.

Xiongzi's healing ability is inherently much weaker, and this is what often causes Cheng Chen a headache, but there are not many Xiongzi who injure themselves every day like him, so naturally there is no need to worry about the wounds being difficult to heal and causing excessive blood loss many questions.

Just when he was about to wash and bandage it with gauze casually, a small bottle of medicine was handed over on the table in front of him. Cheng Chen glanced at it. It is currently the most curative blood coagulant for men, but its output is extremely low. It is very difficult to apply for. A man like him who usually has a bad style and a dissolute appearance has long been listed as a red card warning target by the mastermind of the empire, and it is even more impossible to apply for these restricted drugs.

Cheng Chen raised his head and shifted his gaze to the man.

"Look, you think I want to take care of you because you're afraid that your male father will blame me for not taking good care of you." Cheng Heming shrugged.

"In exchange for what?" Cheng Chen asked coldly, not believing his sudden kindness.

Cheng Heming sneered suddenly, jumped off the sink, took two steps around Cheng Chen, looked him up and down with his eyes, and joked, "I'm not crazy enough to abduct my brother to bed."

As he spoke, he straightened his collar narcissistically in front of the mirror, and left without looking back.

While secretly cursing that the other party was ill, Cheng Chen took a medicine bottle and sprinkled powder on the wound, wrapped it up with gauze from the infirmary, and then planned to go back to the dormitory, but the terminal of his personal optical brain suddenly received a request from his father. News of him coming home for dinner.

His father, Cheng Shiwen, commanded operations on the front line all year round, and could not return home several times throughout the year. He did not know when he would come back this time, and there was no advance notice. As a result, Cheng Chen had to go home with a gauze on his head.

The main residence of the Cheng family is located in the back mountain in the western suburbs. It took Cheng Chen almost two hours to reach the destination by cable car.

There was still some distance from the gate, and there was a person standing at the gate far away, waiting for the car to stop, the man quickly stepped forward to help open the door, and said to Cheng Chen, "Young master, the general has been waiting for a long time."

Cheng Chen took a look at the visitor, he was very strange, and he could be sure that he had never seen him before.

As Cheng Chen walked forward, he pretended not to care and asked the person beside him, "Where's Steward Wang?"

"Wang Steward's data processing function broke down, and it was sent to the manufacturer to fix it two days ago." The man showed a stylized smirk, and continued in the usual tone of an emulator: "Next, I will replace Wang. Stewardship."

Cheng Chen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After entering the door, Cheng Chen walked directly towards the restaurant, and sure enough, there were already two people sitting there, Cheng Shiwen and Cheng Heming, his father and his half-brother.

Cheng Shiwen sat on the top seat, as serious as he remembered, browsing the newspaper with one hand, holding a teacup in the other, and occasionally took a sip or two. The wide format of the newspaper covered his cold outline, and he heard Cheng Chen's approaching footsteps Only then did he move his eyes away from the newspaper, glanced at him twice, and said to him coldly: "Are you back?"

This cold tone is like a humanoid, full of mechanical smell, and reveals a bit of the blood of fighting on the battlefield all the year round, like a blood-stained knife edge, and the aura is compelling.

Cheng Chen restrained his expression a little, nodded in response, then pulled the chair opposite and sat down. To be honest, he was a little afraid of his father.

The person on the side suddenly sneered, Cheng Chen looked up, met Cheng Heming's gaze, and the other party silently mouthed two words to him: Counsel.

Cheng Heming was paralyzed on the back of the chair, casually playing with the knife and fork in his hand, still showing a cynical and arrogant look, looking at Cheng Chen as if mocking him for being a complete coward.

"Has Ziyu come down yet?" Cheng Shiwen turned his head and asked the servant standing at the stairs, with a rare human touch in his tone.

"Madam said that she is not feeling well, so I want you to eat first. He can eat whatever he wants in the bedroom." The servant who just came down from upstairs replied.

"Well, then ask the back kitchen to bring some soup and medicine for health." Cheng Shiwen ordered, and let the servant serve the food with a normal expression.

Cheng Chen observed these servants secretly, none of them were familiar to him, they were all brand new faces.

"Have the servants changed?" Cheng Chen opened his mouth pretending to be casual while eating.

"Well, many of the previous batch of humanoid machines have aged, and I asked someone to send them to the manufacturer for recycling." Cheng Shiwen replied without raising his head while cutting the steak.

Cheng Heming let out an untimely laugh again, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Really, didn't Ziyu purchase the previous batch five years ago, and the lifespan of the simulated human from any manufacturer is less than ten years... ..."

Cheng Shiwen patiently chewed the food in his mouth, then raised his head, raised his eyelids and looked at Cheng Heming, there was no emotion in his eyes.

Cheng Chen didn't know what the two were competing in secret, so he simply lowered his head and ate quietly.

"The No.14 army on the front line is short of a brigade commander, you can report it after the next year." Cheng Shiwen said with a cold face.

"No." Cheng Heming sneered.

"It's up to you to decide this matter. Which of the children of the imperial capital should not go to the front line to experience it when they grow up, and you are the only one who is still enjoying life in the imperial capital after a long time." Cheng Shiwen continued to eat expressionlessly.

"The legs are on my body, can I still be tied up?" Cheng Heming dropped the knife and fork, pushed away the tables and chairs, got up and picked up the coat on the back of the chair, and went upstairs, leaving behind a long and slender figure.

Only Cheng Shiwen and Cheng Chen were left on the dining table, eating without saying a word.

After a while, Cheng Shiwen put down the tableware, took the paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth, Cheng Chen also put down the tableware after seeing this.

"Finished?"

Cheng Chen nodded.

"What's the matter with the injury on the head?" Cheng Shiwen seemed to have just discovered the injury on Cheng Chen's body.

Cheng Chen lowered his head and rolled his eyes, thinking that although he pretended to be well-behaved at home, in fact his notorious reputation might have spread all over the world. Even if Cheng Shiwen seldom stayed in the imperial capital, he should have heard of it. If you want to hide something, delete some content and tell the truth.

"I won't fight with others in the future. I'm almost twenty now, and I should look like a man."

Cheng Chen responded, but rolled his eyes indifferently in his heart, but was so startled by Cheng Shiwen's next words that he almost flipped the table.

"After all, you are going to get married in two months." Cheng Shiwen continued.

"what?!"