MTL - Survivor 01 [Unlimited]-Chapter 134 07 Diary - [01]

Counting with fingers, Ye Fei has lived for more than a hundred years.

In his rich life, he has never, never, never been treated like this! !

The incident with Larst was already horrifying enough, but fortunately he lost his way in the end.

But what is the situation now?

Little snake? hello? Jian Lingxi? ?

Do you want to wake up and see who you're kissing? ? ?

Ye Fei wanted to push him away, but it was completely in vain.

Jian Lingxi's kiss was strong and domineering, and she didn't seem to intend to let him go for a while. Ye Fei was hugged in his arms and kissed. He was completely surrounded by Jian Lingxi's breath, and his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of bellflower flowers on his body. the taste of.

Every part of Jian Lingxi's body was cold, including her lips and teeth. His breath gradually took over Ye Fei, and his two small fangs, which had a beautiful smile, also caused Ye Fei a little pain.

Ye Feiren was stunned. When he came back to his senses, his lips and teeth were already stained by Jian Lingxi's fragrance.

Help.

Ye Fei felt that this was not possible.

He wanted to push him away, but his hand was quickly grabbed and pinned to the side, unable to move. He wanted to struggle, but Jian Lingxi held his waist, and his whole body shivered like an electric shock. Gone.

Ye Fei has nothing to do.

After much deliberation, he could only be cruel and bite him hard.

Jian Ling was in pain, and after a pause, he let go of Ye Fei, but it didn't seem like it was over, Ye Fei looked at him, and always felt that this guy wanted to do it again.

In order to prevent him from making a comeback, Ye Fei immediately raised his hand to hold his face, and patted him lightly twice along the way:

"My little friend, wake up and see who I am? I don't care. I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it when you wake up."

Although he was the one who was forced to kiss for no reason, Ye Fei really didn't care much about this kind of thing, no matter how awkward and embarrassing it was, he just closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and it was over.

But their little snake did this when he was unconscious. Who knows who he thinks he is, when he wakes up, when he thinks back, what he kissed was not the lover of his dreams, but his old man. Monster, that mentality must not completely collapse.

But Xiao Snake, who was still in a state of confusion, didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter.

I don't know if it was Ye Fei's illusion, but Jian Lingxi's breathing seemed to tremble slightly.

At that time, the hair tied behind his head slipped and fell on the back of Ye Fei's hands, feeling cool and itchy.

And Jian Lingxi raised her hand, grasped Ye Fei's wrist, and covered the back of his hand inch by inch, her fingers inserted through his fingers, and tightly clasped him.

Ye Fei froze for a moment.

The next moment, Jian Lingxi bent down again, but this time he didn't do anything, just hugged him tightly into his arms.

Through two thin layers of clothing, Ye Fei could almost feel the frequency of his heartbeat in his chest.

And Jian Lingxi buried her face in his neck.

His hair and breath fell on Ye Fei's side neck, making him itchy.

"I've been looking for you for a long time... I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

Jian Lingxi's deep voice was next to Ye Fei's ear, and half of his body was numb when he heard it.

But what is Jian Lingxi talking about? He doesn't really think of himself as someone he can't ask for, does he?

Ye Fei frowned slightly, he hesitated for a moment, did not struggle, and did not push him away immediately.

The sound of Jian Lingxi's breathing was close at hand, and he told him in a very soft voice:

"I miss you so much."

"...don't go."

ah…

I'm so sad.

This guy seemed really sad, and I don't know if it was Ye Fei's illusion, he seemed to hear a little crying from it.

There is really nothing to do with him.

It is already very pitiful for the child to be unconscious due to mental shock, if he pushes him away now, it would be a bit too cruel.

Ye Fei hesitated briefly, then sighed.

With one hand, Jian Lingxi clasped ten fingers and pressed him to one side. At this moment, he could only gently wrap his other hand around his waist.

He tried to slow down his voice and told him:

"Yeah, don't go."

After saying this, Ye Fei felt that Jian Lingxi was holding him a little tighter.

Just hold it for a while, and you won't lose a piece of meat.

Thinking of this, Ye Fei patted Jian Lingxi's lower back lightly like coaxing a child.

"No, just sleep."

He said:

"I'm with you."

Hearing this, Jian Lingxi rubbed the tip of her nose against his ear tip again, like some kind of coquettish little animal.

He is like a little snake, he will cling to anything he likes, use his whole body to feel his existence, and not let him break free.

Ye Fei...

He repeated his name over and over again in his mind.

Ye Fei.

Until he heard the man's voice ringing in his ears:

"I'm with you."

…

"Sir, this is the child we have selected."

"...Yes, there are twenty in total. Their identities are very clean, they have no parents, and they are not infected with α. They are all ordinary people."

"That's it? The first stage of screening begins, okay, understand."

A voice came from far away.

Takema listened attentively, curling up his fingers slightly.

The voices in his ears were mixed, most of them were immature children's voices, some of them were chatting, some were sobbing softly, it was too noisy. The voice of the adult men's conversation came from another room far away, and Takema had to work hard to hear it clearly.

He is blind, so he is very sensitive to sound and can hear many subtle sounds that ordinary people cannot hear.

Compared with the noisy children next to him, Zhujian seemed extremely calm in an unfamiliar environment and faced with an unknown future.

After all, no matter what happened to him, it couldn't be worse than before.

Takema was not a lucky kid.

He has never seen the light since he can remember. He lives alone in the beehive, relying on the little food subsidized by the beehive every day. Others said he was an orphan, but Zhujian remembered that he seemed to have a mother, and his mother should be a supernatural being, otherwise he would not have stayed here. It's just that she died very, very early and Takema doesn't remember anything about her.

After his mother died, Zhujian grew up in a neighbor's house, but not long after, the neighbor was inexplicably taken away by the guards, and Zhujian became a lonely person again.

It is very difficult for a blind child to survive in a harsh environment, and so is Takema.

The hive is not a good place, it is full of supernatural beings who live there, and it is difficult for them to survive on their own, and few people will overflow with kindness, using their own insufficient resources to help a strange child.

Of course, Takema can sometimes receive the kindness of other people, but more often, he still faces greedy people.

The hive is like a large-scale slum. There is no perfect social system here. People have no jobs and can only stay here hopelessly day after day. Of course, although their status is low, the people of Eden will not let them They would starve to death in this way, and they would distribute domestic water and subsidized food every day, but those things were not much, only enough for an adult to barely survive.

Most of the people here are law-abiding, but there are miscellaneous things everywhere, and a helpless little blind man in Zhujian is naturally the most likely to be targeted.

When he was very young, he was always bullied by a **** from the same district.

That **** was also alone, he aimed at Zhujian and always robbed him of water and food. The little blind man can't beat the bastard, and he is always robbed.

Takema lived his life in the hive hungry and full. To be honest, he hated this kind of life. Hate being robbed of everything, hate that scumbag with a foul mouth.

Takema is not a child who is afraid of things, on the contrary, he has nothing, so he is not afraid of anything.

After being robbed of food and pushed to the ground again, Takema sighed slightly.

That day, he didn't go back to his residence, but walked around to an open space behind his house.

There is everyone's default garbage dump, where garbage and waste products will be piled up. Zhu Jian slowly groped along the wall, and he didn't think it was dirty. He just squatted by the garbage dump, looking for what he needed little by little. .

At the end of the day, he dug out a half glass bottle from the trash.

In fact, Takema didn't know what it was, but when he was looking for it, the broken part of the glass bottle scratched his hand.

Zhujian knew that since this thing could hurt him, he could hurt others by holding it in his own hands.

Takema brought the broken glass bottle back home. At home, he dropped the thing on the ground, groped a little bit with his hands, found a small fragment that was easy to carry and easy to attack, and held it in his hand .

In the afternoon of the second day, Honeycomb distributed food at the street corner as usual, and Zhujian went to get a bucket of instant vegetables and two steamed buns as usual, and then groped along the wall to find the way home.

He lives near the edge of the hive, out of the way, where no one passes by all day.

It was there that Takema met that annoying guy again.

"Hey, little blind man, what do you say today? Are you obediently handing over the food, or do you want me to grab it directly?"

The guy's voice was hoarse, like a duck.

Zhujian hated him from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't answer, but stretched out his hand slightly, signaling that he would hand it over voluntarily and let him come and get it by himself.

"Hey, are you so cute today?"

The **** was delighted with his knowledge, and didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. He still felt that the kid was finally tamed by him, so he walked over happily, intending to take his spoils.

While Zhujian stood there, he heard the disgusting laughter of the person opposite, heard his footsteps getting closer, heard the rustling of his clothes, and smelled the stinky smell on his body .

Takema judged that it was the guy who walked in front of him and stretched out his hand towards him.

At that time, Takema took back the food in his hand, then took half a step forward, and stabbed him with the glass fragment he had prepared in the other hand.

That kid didn't expect Zhujian to make a sudden move, and he never thought that this brat would have such guts.

It wasn't until a tearing pain came from his abdomen that he realized that things seemed to be out of his control.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood came, Takema didn't hesitate, and immediately withdrew his hand while holding the glass fragment.

The **** screamed.

His footsteps were visibly unstable, he staggered a few steps backwards, and finally fell to the ground.

But Takema doesn't think it's over.

He took a few more steps in that direction, and he didn't squat down until he kicked the man's body with his toes.

"Asshole, you actually..."

The bastard's voice was trembling. He saw Zhujian approaching and waved his arms in a panic.

His fist hit Takema's cheek, causing him to turn his head away.

But Takema didn't respond.

He just dropped the food in his hand, and instead held the glass piece with both hands, he stabbed down hard.

"Hey, I really hate people stealing my things."

"Did I warn you not to mess with me? I'll let you die?"

Takema's voice was so calm that it was a little scary.

He couldn't see anything, and he didn't know where he was stabbing, he just stabbed indiscriminately, as if to vent his anger.

At first, the man was still struggling and beating bamboo, but soon, his voice and movements gradually became weaker, and finally there was no sound.

It was only when the person was completely motionless that Takema stopped.

His face, neck, and body were all covered in a sticky, warm liquid full of rust.

And his palm was also cut by shards of glass, and it was burning hot at this moment.

He casually dropped the piece of glass in his hand.

The glass fell to the hard ground with a crisp sound.

Takema breathed a sigh of relief, he shook his sore wrist, and planned to leave here.

But soon, he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the alley entrance, and then, someone screamed out of control.

Even though he couldn't see anything, Takema still turned his face to the direction of the sound.

It just so happened that blood dripped from his cheek and landed on the corner of his lips, itching a bit.

Takema didn't think much, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and tasted the fresh blood on the corner of his lips.

Weird, bad taste.

At that time, he naturally didn't know what he was like at that time.

In the evening, in a lonely alley, under a street lamp.

Young children, covered in blood, kneel next to a mangled corpse.

His slightly long hair was soaked with blood, and his beautiful face was also covered in large chunks of blood, so he couldn't see his original appearance.

He didn't react at all, just sat there quietly, his black eyes without focus stared straight at the only witness at the entrance of the alley.

After a while, he curled his lips.

He smiled lightly at the man.

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