Chapter 39 Yes, yes, I am thick-skinned
The young man holding the clothes rolled his eyes, as if he wanted to do something.
He paused in front of the door, his eyes trying to look towards Ai Zhe's room.
Ai Zhe was still in a depressed mood, leaning against the door.
He didn't notice the boy's expression, nor did he look up at him.
Suddenly, the onion in the yard started barking wildly, its barking was harsh and continuous.
It suddenly alarmed the people around.
Her naturally drooping dog ears twitched violently, as if giving a warning.
As if sensing some danger, the dog's hair stood on end and its whole body was tense.
He kept making short, impatient roars at the boy, which was uncharacteristic of him.
Angry, alert.
The docile and lively onion has never been like this before.
It had never barked at anyone like this before. Now it was baring its teeth and rushing forward as if it was about to break the chain.
He kept yelling at the boy viciously, as if it was out of instinct.
"onion."
Ai Zhe shouted with a frown.
Onion still looked like he was about to charge and attack, his limbs tense.
If it hadn't been chained, it would have jumped on me. This reaction wasn't normal.
Ai Zhe walked over and picked up Onion. The dog was still staring at the boy in his arms.
Eyes red, teeth bared.
The white-haired boy stood there, his face expressionless.
Then he came over and stared at the onion without saying a word.
As they got closer, Onion's cries became softer, and it whimpered in fear, constantly burrowing into Aizhe's arms.
"You just called it an onion, didn't you?"
The boy spoke in a calm tone, but his unique golden eyes slowly narrowed.
There was a smile on his face, and he looked like he was comforting the puppy, but that smile was uncomfortable.
He moved closer, looked into Onion's eyes, and reached out as if to touch the dog.
It looked like he was approaching the small animal gently, and his movements were very light.
But Onion the dog was even more frightened and hid in Aizhe's arms, making a frightened whimper.
It was suppressed and continuous, not like the barking before, but more like utter fear.
This is the first time for Onion.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the onion without blinking, as if he was sending some signal.
He didn't say anything and remained silent.
After a while, the onion made a low humming sound like it was dying.
She was so fierce just now, but now she was completely soft, shivering, and burrowing hard into Ai Zhe's arms.
"Onion, what's wrong?"
Ai Zhe looked down at it, touched its head, and could feel it trembling slightly.
Feeling Ai Zhe's touch, Onion felt a little more at ease.
"Be good."
The boy only said one sentence to the onion, his voice low and as if he was holding his breath.
At that moment, it was hard to tell whether his tone was an order or a warning.
Then he raised his head and put on that innocent look again towards Ai Zhe.
He chuckled softly as if nothing had happened just now.
He didn't say anything more, seemed to be in a bad mood, turned around and left the yard.
Ai Zhe stood there, holding the onion, staring at his back.
He always felt that the guy's white hair was too bright at night, too bright to be real, too bright to be empty.
He is still conspicuous even when he walks far away, unlike other refugees.
Conspicuous, quiet, and eerie.
*
"Yes, open your legs..."
Inside the insect nest, a sticky sound came from under the insect king's mouth shell, emitting low-frequency vibrations.
It carries a very oppressive sense of command.
Ai Zhe's pants were forcibly pulled down to half his legs by the other party, and he lay there stiffly in fear.
Then he shrank back hard, but was restrained by the opponent's huge legs and had nowhere to escape.
Poison ivy hung down in the nest, vine sap and worms crawled along the walls, and the ground was covered with horrible, wet slime.
Aizhe trembled with fear and bumped into a group of slippery tentacles as he backed away.
Then, the Insect King's spider silk swooped down from above, and its legs restrained him even more forcefully.
It clamped onto his hands and feet like hooks, and then tore his clothes apart.
He let out a roar for help, then struggled awake in his dream.
It turns out... it was just a dream.
Fortunately, it was a dream.
Until now, I still have this nightmare over and over again, as if it is haunting me at any time.
He clutched the clothes on his chest and breathed heavily in fear.
Like a drowning person just being pulled ashore.
Sweat soaked his entire forehead and slid down his skin.
The sweat even soaked the bed, leaving a wet mark, and it made my back feel cold.
After Ai Zhe opened his eyes, he was still gasping for breath, and his chest heaved violently.
I couldn't breathe, as if the dream would happen again at any time.
It was the beginning of evening and the sky was turning into night.
He had just taken a short nap. The lights were still on in the camp, and he could hear the intermittent sounds of people moving in the distance.
The time displayed on the terminal was seven o'clock in the evening.
He was panting and curled up in a huddle.
He always felt that the Insect King was still around him, nearby, everywhere.
Just watching him in the shadows.
He stood up panting, pushed open the curtain and looked outside.
Life is so tiring...
He leaned against the window, panting, looking outside, a little dazed.
My throat is dry and there are still traces of dreams in my eyes.
Onion in the yard saw him standing at the window, and wagged its tail at him in its nest, looking at him obediently.
The room was a bit stuffy, and the night wind blew in through the crack in the door.
Ai Zhe stood for a while and felt a little more sober.
Suddenly, he saw the communicator screen light up and an unread message popped up.
It was actually... sent by Northam.
Although the information was somewhat childish and funny, Ai Zhe couldn't help but laugh and breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy.
Ten minutes ago, Northam sneakily sent him a cute angry expression.
No other characters were added, just an angry expression.
It seems that he is still angry, but it is also possible that he has thought it through after sending the message and does not intend to continue to be shameless.
Ai Zhe curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, pointing at the expression for a while without replying.
The man's house in the distance was still lit, and a small piece of warm light came out of the window, which was particularly clear in the dark night.
*
Northen was tinkering with his new weapon model in the room, assembling the energy storage part.
The man never read his message, and the word "unread" remained on the screen for more than ten minutes.
As expected, he was destined to be left out in the cold and be shameless.
Forget it, what can I do if I am thick-skinned?
That's all I can do.
He clicked on the message again and took a look. It actually showed that the other party had read it...
Noson was instantly furious when he didn't reply to him.
The hands that spliced the weapons were a bit rough.
I really am thick-skinned.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, with emotions piling up in my heart.
The screwdriver was almost thrown out, and the parts fell and hit the edge of the table.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
He paused and looked at the sensor.
The sensor showed that it was that person.
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