The world is mature. The world is mature.
In the distance, Lu Kang was holding a gun with both hands, with smoke coming out of the muzzle.
The assistant in front of him had a bloody hole in his chest.
The blood spread so quickly that his white shirt was soon soaked red.
The support broke the barrier and quickly controlled Xu Xia Xia's two bodies.
The world seemed to have become a vacuum.
I can't hear anything.
I'm not sure if I called out the assistant's name or if I just moved my lips but no sound came out.
I squatted down and pulled the corners of my mouth.
"Xingzhi, she's been controlled. Aren't you cold lying on the ground?"
"Get up and change your clothes. The amount of bleeding this time is probably too great. Ask the engineering department to reduce the amount of blood packs used."
Secretary No. 1234 ran to my side with a sad expression, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
I patted the assistant's shoulder. Secretary No. 1 reached out his hand, wanting to stop me but not daring to. He said with difficulty, "President..."
The assistant whose shoulder I tapped suddenly coughed and got up from the ground by supporting himself.
I quickly helped him sit up, patted his back, and looked around. Facing their shocked expressions, I laughed and scolded, "What are you all standing there for? Bring us a set of spare clothes and a hot water cup. What are you looking at? You don't think the assistant really... thinks I've gone crazy because of excessive grief, do you?"
I pinched my brows and reminded, "Intelligent Brain 3.0."
The security I prepared for my assistant.
It can resist a certain degree of external attacks and disguise the host as being on the verge of death after being attacked.
The only drawback is that, in order to achieve realism, real blood bags are used to simulate bleeding after being hit.
The plasma is hot at first, but it quickly becomes cold under the cold winter wind. The wet clothes stick to the body and are uncomfortable.
Just like the assistant now.
The assistant looked a little confused.
I helped the man up, took the replacement clothes brought by Secretary No. 3, and took the assistant to change clothes.
It was rare to see my assistant looking so dazed, so I teased him, "What? Did you think you were shot? Don't worry, I won't let my man get hurt."
The assistant was drawn back to his attention by my voice. He held the clothes and subconsciously curved his eyes before saying, "Yeah."
"Go change your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Okay, President."
The locker room door closed and I walked to the bathroom next door and started washing the blood off my hands.
Some of the plasma dried on my palms. I squeezed pump after pump of hand sanitizer, but the sticky and warm feeling on my hands would not go away.
It seemed as if someone had been in my arms like this before, with sticky blood all over my body, gradually turning from warm to cold.
The water washed over his hands, taking away the foam and blood on his palms.
But it's not enough, it needs to be bigger, bigger, and bigger...
I mechanically raised the switch again and again, my hands shaking more and more violently, and finally, I slammed my fists on the sink.
"damn it……"
I gasped and looked at my miserable self in the mirror.
It was almost, just almost, and my assistant was going to die in front of me.
...is about to die in front of me again.
The tinnitus gradually dissipated, and I finally heard the sound again.
The water in front of me was gurgling, and my heartbeat and breathing were deafening.
The door of the locker room was opened, and the assistant's footsteps came over here, "President, you..."
I looked up and met his eyes in the mirror.
He seemed frightened by my miserable appearance and stopped talking.
That's terrible.
I should be the one who stays calm and comforts the other person.
But my reason could not control my limbs. I turned around and walked towards him, walking faster and faster, until I grabbed the back of his neck, put my arms around his back, and bit his lips.
not enough.
It's not enough.
Fear rose up belatedly, grabbing me and urging me to devour him, to make him a part of my body, to ease the pain of death.
We were like two wild beasts biting each other. No skills or gradual progress were needed. We just relied on instinct to possess each other.
That feeling comes again.
Countless fragments of memory flashed through my brain, trying to piece together unknown memories for me.
Every fragment of memory is a kiss.
Every inch of the kiss was given with all my strength.
My assistant in this life was very tolerant of me, and most of our kisses were extremely passionate, but why were those kisses in my memory so desperate and crazy, like the last intimacy before the end of the world?
Why is it painful?
Don't be in pain.
I am the center of the world, the omnipotent Jack Su male protagonist.
No one can take him away from me.
No one can.
The suffocating feeling that enveloped my heart was defeated by the almost crazy kiss.
I don't know how long our kiss, which was more like a fight than a kiss, lasted.
Every time when it was hard to breathe, we would separate to even out our breathing, thinking that it was time to get down to business. However, the moment we met each other's eyes, we would still kiss each other involuntarily.
Do something serious.
This is business.
The kiss became gentle again until the sense of reality was slightly restored.
I separated from my assistant with a low gasp. The assistant's new shirt had been torn to pieces by me, and my shirt was also full of wrinkles. It looked really not decent, so I had to ask the secretary to prepare two new sets of clothes for me.
When the secretary came to deliver the clothes, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anything. It was obvious that she thought I was a sex-hungry ghost. What happened between me and the assistant in such a place?
Haha, my assistant and I had to have sex on a big bed of at least 100 square meters for the first time.
How could I let my assistant suffer in such a place?
As I changed my clothes with dissatisfaction, I subconsciously made a "tsk" sound.
My mouth hurts a bit.
I looked in the mirror and found that the corner of my mouth was kissed.
...Oh no, it seems that I do look a bit like a sex-hungry ghost.
Especially after leaving the locker room, I saw that the assistant also had a cut on the corner of his mouth.
...more like it.
I held my forehead with my hand and went out with my assistant.
Xu Xia Xia has been controlled. She probably consumed too much energy in the fight and now she can't even maintain the illusion on the island.
Half of the island looks like summer, while the other half is a real winter.
She looked at the assistant beside me with bloodshot eyes.
"Why didn't you die!"
I sneered and blocked her view. "Of course he won't die. He will be another star in my wedding. How can he die?"
She screamed, "Are you going to marry him? A random person?!"
"Why not?"
In order to open the last copy, a global live broadcast was broadcast around.
I looked around, grabbed my assistant's hand, and showed myself to everyone.
"In a week, we will have our engagement ceremony. Everyone is welcome to witness it."
The moment I said this, the world suddenly changed.
The thick clouds in the sky dispersed and the sun shone down.
My body inexplicably felt relaxed, my five senses seemed to be heightened, and a feeling of joy surged in my heart.
At this moment, a thought came into my mind.
The world has matured.
Then, countless memories came flooding back.
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