Chapter 118 Fangs
Zhang Xingzhi revealed the mark intentionally.
Li Ziyue had been with him for so many days and had never seen the Gray Wolf symbol on him, but he easily noticed it at this critical juncture. Considering Zhang Xingzhi's character, this must not be an accident.
What does Zhang Xingzhi want to express?
Gray wolf, crow... obviously a classification of humans, what do they represent?
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Everything went on as usual in the next few days. Zhang Lian lived a monotonous life between the training room and the bedroom, while Li Ziyue wandered around, taking a "paid vacation" in the virtual world with a subtle mentality.
The goal here is to build the player's second ideal home. Any environmental factors can be manipulated artificially, and people don't have to worry about resource shortages. As soon as points are deposited into the points store provided by the system, the world will be brightly lit. Flying vehicles as bright as flames will streak across the night sky like meteors.
Points are changing from "the capital used by players to purchase props to pass the dungeon" to "chips for players to hide in the paradise for a long time."
Points, points, as long as you have points, you don’t have to worry about anything. It has become an iron chain connecting players and the world they live in.
On the left side of the chain is a person’s painful struggle in the copy, and on the right side is a convenient and comfortable life in the virtual world.
More and more players choose to come here. They use the player forum to form a strong team, and then survive in the infinite dungeon for half a month. As soon as they get the points settled, they turn around and invest them in world construction.
This world is expanding rapidly at a speed that is unimaginable to ordinary people. In just a few days, the map sections provided by the system have become several times larger.
However, all this made Li Ziyue feel as illusory as the moon in the water, with his feet not being able to touch the ground and his heart always unsteady.
This virtual world seems beautiful, but in reality it is just a castle in the air.
The resources for building the foundation of the world are monopolized by the system. The essence that players need to continuously download copies to maintain the normal operation of the world has not changed, and fate is always in the hands of a third party.
What will happen if the system no longer provides points one day?
Recently, the machine mutations have become more and more serious, and the area under Li Liu's control has also been out of control and machine killings have occurred.
The outer garbage dump is filled with rusty gears and human body parts infested with maggots. The remaining half of a real person's skull and the smashed humanoid mechanical head are spliced together to form a "new human being."
They were born on top of a stinking garbage dump for reasons that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
They squirmed their stiff bodies and gnawed at the arms of dead people.
The security systems of all parties are constantly being destroyed, and electronic intrusions are far more terrifying than artillery shells visible to the naked eye.
In this competition between humans and machines, the speed of technological progress is key.
The last thing a computer needs to worry about is its iteration speed.
Is this really a place we can rely on?
Li Ziyue was lying on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the crying robot with half of its face missing that he had seen before appeared in his mind.
However, there was much more to worry him than just this issue.
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In the training room.
Unlike the tragic scenes of collapsed walls and cracks on the ground in the previous few days, there were almost no signs of fighting in the room tonight.
Silent breathing was suppressed in the chest, the overhead light was half dimmed, and the diamond-cast protective layer was torn by a fist-sized hole, and the protruding spikes were covered with human flesh and blood.
Hidden in a dark corner, bright red blood covered the entire area.
The owner of the blood leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. There was no color on his lips, his eyelashes drooped, and the strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat.
It's five minutes till 12 o'clock at night.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the calm and composed person in front of him, with a nonchalant smile on his face out of habit.
He quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his thumb, then slowly stood up against the wall and rubbed his smooth left wrist.
“It’s pretty impressive.”
Cheng Cheng coughed twice, picked up the bandage that had completely fallen to the ground, and wrapped it around his left hand again.
I had heard that Zhang Lian was the "strongest weapon" a long time ago, but it was not until today that Cheng Cheng realized what the word "strongest" meant.
The most terrifying thing about Zhang Lian is not his current strength, but his learning ability which is like a black hole and cannot be fathomed.
He was like a lion that had been hungry for a long time. His eyes, as calm as the deep sea, concealed the arrogant indifference and cruelty of a superior, as well as his absolute greed for power.
Whatever is mine, I will make stronger, and whatever is yours, I will also plunder.
Zhang Lian is undoubtedly the most troublesome and terrifying opponent.
On the first day, Zhang Lian had to be defeated by Cheng Cheng with absolute advantage. But after only five days, the situation was completely reversed.
Zhang Lian’s speed of progress has already surpassed general human cognition. How strong will he become in the future?
As blood splattered on the wall and his internal organs shifted, Cheng Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at Zhang Lian's face, which was so cold that it seemed to be without any emotion. He finally understood why Zhang Lian's faction was so crazy and obsessed with the "human body mutation" with a terrifyingly high failure rate.
Even if one had to sacrifice 10,000 people in exchange for a genius among geniuses like Zhang Lian, it would still be a sure win.
Zhang Lian was only wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt today. Up to now, apart from some sweat stains left by the extensive exercise, he didn't look otherwise in disarray.
He casually gathered the black hair on his forehead back, revealing his handsome features and making him look even colder.
Zhang Lian looked at Cheng Cheng calmly.
"It's almost 12 o'clock," he took back the spear that was stuck beside him, "Do you still need to fight? I want to go back to sleep."
Cheng Cheng shook his head: "It's over, you don't have to come anymore."
He took something out of his trouser pocket and threw it to Zhang Lian.
Zhang Lian naturally accepted it.
He said "Oh" and then stretched out his hand again.
Zhang Lian pursed his lips, and only then did Cheng Cheng see a trace of emotion that a living person should have on his face.
"Can you please hurt my wrist like you did the other day?"
"What?" Cheng Cheng turned his gaze and looked Zhang Lian up and down for a long while before he suddenly realized, "You kid..."
He did laugh.
"I used to act pathetic when I was courting my wife."
Zhang Lian blinked.
It was exactly 12 o'clock. Zhang Lian found a bandage from the observation room and simply treated his bleeding wound. He followed Cheng Cheng and spoke carefully.
"Do you need me to help you fix the broken machine rivets on your back?"
He noticed that the person in front of him was visibly stiff in his walking movements.
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Zhang Lian sat obediently beside the bed, waiting for Li Ziyue to blow dry his still damp hair.
Li Ziyue also repaired his injured wrist. Zhang Lian leaned his upper body backwards with the back of his head resting on Li Ziyue's chest. His heartbeat could be faintly heard.
Li Ziyue rubbed Zhang Lian's ears which were red from the heater, and Zhang Lian turned around and pushed Li Ziyue down on the bed.
"Watch out for your wrist." Li Ziyue sighed helplessly.
Zhang Lian rubbed his neck. His freshly blow-dried black hair was particularly warm and soft. He lowered his voice and said in a friendly way, "Brother."
He just called him like that.
Zhang Lian used to love to act like a spoiled child, and now it was even easier for him to do so. Every night Zhang Lian would stick to Li Ziyue for a while. Li Ziyue had no idea whether Zhang Lian was really in pain or just pretending to be in pain, but he never cared about it.
Zhang Lian seemed to have an unwritten constraint in his heart, as if he could only ask for more love from Li Ziyue under certain specific circumstances.
Li Ziyue stroked the slightly wet hair on the back of Zhang Lian's neck.
Even if Zhang Lian was not injured, she could still act coquettishly to him unconditionally. Being injured is not the only thing that makes one worthy of being loved.
"Zhang Lian." He called softly, "Get up, you're pressing on me."
"Hmm." Zhang Lian said in a muffled voice. He slightly raised his elbows and kept a distance of half a palm from Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue was below, looking at him seriously, then he put his hand on the side of Zhang Lian's face and pulled him down.
A very quiet kiss fell on the tip of Zhang Lian's nose.
He slowly placed his other hand on Zhang Lian’s injured wrist: “Normally I would kiss you twice, but once when you’re hurt. Protect yourself next time.”
Zhang Lian lowered his eyes and stared at Li Ziyue for a few seconds, then leaned over and licked Li Ziyue's lower lip, then bit it naughtily, forcing Li Ziyue to open his mouth to cater to him, and then swallowed the rest of Li Ziyue's words.
"Really?" Zhang Lian narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled down the collar of Li Ziyue's shirt, and then bit his collarbone.
There were still traces of the last bite.
Zhang Lian rubbed the wound slowly with one of his pointed canine teeth.
"Zhang Lian, your hand is still injured." Li Ziyue said intermittently.
Zhang Lian bit one side and said, "It doesn't hurt. It's healed there."
"...How can it recover so quickly?"
Zhang Lian just said "hmm" which was irrelevant to the question.
He rested his forehead against Li Ziyue's and just looked at the person in front of him.
Through Li Ziyue's pupils, Zhang Lian saw his own appearance inside.
From what he saw in Li Ziyue's eyes, he seemed to have become much softer.
Is this the look on my face that you like?
Zhang Lian thought quietly.
You saw me killing people, you saw me being indifferent to others, you heard others telling you about my past, do you think that is all the darkness in me?
In fact, I am much more terrifying than you think.
What I have in my heart will scare you.
He put his arms around Li Ziyue's waist and moved Li Ziyue upwards.
You were completely deceived by my disguised kindness and gentleness, Li Ziyue.
Zhang Lian leaned over and bit the tip of his ear, the ear bone, and then the soft earlobe below, silently teasing there with the tip of his tongue.
But even if you discover all my shortcomings afterwards, you can't escape.
Zhang Lian grabbed Li Ziyue's wrist, pulled his hand over, and kissed him again.
"Brother," he seemed to be talking about something very strange, "if you see a fake person like me in the Advanced Fake Person Dungeon in the future, don't have any contact with him."
"……Varied……"
Li Ziyue's doubts were stopped by his continuous kisses.
Zhang Lian's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed all his thoughts.
"He is much more dangerous than you think."
"elder brother."
He just kept calling him like this over and over again.
I don’t know how long it took, but everything returned to silence again and the lights in the room went off.
Li Ziyue woke up in a daze, his hand subconsciously covering Zhang Lian's cheek. He tilted his head slightly upwards and kissed the tip of Zhang Lian's nose again.
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