Chapter 111 Doomsday 09 The Caged Bird
The stabbing pain in Lu Huai's head had not yet completely dissipated when he realized that he was under Meng Jingtang's deliberate manipulation and was in an ambiguous relationship with him.
The shadow of the white-haired young man's upper body was cast on him, and the light and shadow divided the face that could even be called holy when viewed alone.
The contrast between darkness and light is like the revered Son of God exposing his absurd posture of being half-bright and half-dark in the chanting.
The emerald pupils were deep and mysterious, and after looking at them for a long time, one could feel an inorganic and inhuman feeling.
In that instant, the believers who had mistakenly entered the holy pool had no other thoughts but to stay away from this young man who seemed harmless at first glance.
However, Lu Huai also thought with some inappropriate black humor that other people might not have the "blessing" to be close to him.
But the "responsibility" they mentioned...
Lu Huai thought of the scene with flowers in full bloom and the bright and beautiful faces of men and women, and recalled Qian Qian's teasing expression when he mentioned this place when he first entered the base. He suddenly felt unwell.
In an instant, the few words the other party had just said, such as "bedmate" and "sleep partner", were all dragged out and criticized.
He didn't respond directly, but hesitated, "I'm not one of those people downstairs..."
“…”
“Not from this church”
"No? Then where were you sent from?"
"Could you tell me the details? I might even keep you here to serve me. I'm always in need of someone I like."
Meng Jingtang's pronunciation is slow and clear, and his tone is elegant, like an aristocrat.
Lu Huai had no time to appreciate it.
Because a hand was gently caressing Lu Huai's neck, upon closer inspection, it was moving closer to the sensitive neck with a purpose.
Going deeper and deeper on the road to mastering your lifeline.
It seemed as if as long as he had a thought, the fish on the chopping board would be ruthlessly snatched away from its life.
Lu Huai's hair stood on end for a moment, but he did not miss the opportunity to observe Meng Jingtang closely. His eyes stayed on him and his brain was working rapidly.
When I caught a glimpse of a pale pink scar on the small section of my right arm exposed by the sleeve, my suspicions were confirmed:
Psychic powers, white hair, amethyst eyes, legs that are too cramped to walk and rely on a wheelchair, and abstinence-inducing long sleeves worn out of season.
It also has a residence that is particularly valued in the central base.
Such obvious characteristics appeared in Mo Chengze's mouth while he was on the road.
The identity of the person in front of him was about to be revealed.
Isn’t it that so-called head of the Meng family, the cheap uncle that Mo Chengze always talks about, Meng Jingtang?
If he explained to him the relationship between him and Mo Chengze, would Meng Jingtang let him go?
Meng Jingtang had been looking at the beauty who had collapsed on his insensitive thighs.
It really looked like a white bird with its vitality injured, being held in the hands of this "useless man".
He used to hate people touching his legs, but now he doesn't mind the feeling anymore. It's indeed a bit novel.
Lu Huai did not respond to his question.
His almond-shaped eyes, with their graceful lines, were staring straight ahead, boldly reflecting the lower half of his face.
He was observing him.
Meng Jingtang couldn't understand. If he had encountered other spies who were so stupid when facing him, he would have killed them long ago, even if it meant killing ten thousand people by mistake.
But perhaps he had something to hide about Lu Huai, so he was inexplicably silent at this moment.
Meng Jingtang was lucky enough to have come at the right time.
Lu Huai had become rounder in recent days due to the food they had deliberately fed him. His cheeks, which were originally sunken due to malnutrition, had become fuller now. His face was so tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it, and it was plump and very attractive.
The beauty that had been shattered by the disaster returned to its owner, a breathtaking, impeccable beauty.
At this moment, his left hand unconsciously attacked the face of the beautiful cat whose claws had been temporarily plucked.
For some unknown reason, he, who seldom had physical contact with people, became addicted to the feeling of touch.
He didn't know if it was because he liked the pet.
So Meng Jingtang returned the favor and gave Lu Huai a way out:
"Who sent you? I didn't see you in the church."
He paused and added, "Have you ever been touched by other men?"
It's just a dodder. He took the person in, softened her desires with material things, and it didn't matter if she was his.
Lu Huai didn't respond, but instead mentioned someone who had been separated from him after the apocalypse: "Do you know Mo Chengze?"
Meng Jingtang frowned and asked Lu Huai, "Are you his man?"
Lu Huai wasn't sure whether the other party was referring to his subordinates or his partner, but he was definitely not one of them.
So I answered honestly: "No, I'm his teammate."
Meng Jingtang scoffed and asked doubtfully, "Would someone like him choose you as his teammate?"
In this era where the law of the jungle prevails, it is really laughable that his shrewd nephew, who is older than him, would entrust his life and death to such a weak and delicate flower.
Seeing that Lu Huai did not respond to his last sentence, he maliciously touched the other's lips with his slender fingers like playing a piano.
The other hand placed on the waist is slightly retracted inward, outlining a vivid figure.
That waist was very narrow and flexible, with a shallow dimple, as if it was born to be hugged...
As expected, pink began to spread from Lu Huai's ears, like ink dots on paper.
Meng Jingtang commented to himself:
"It seems not. Otherwise, if he was so sensitive, he would have been half dead long ago."
Lu Huai listened to the excessive words of this wandering disciple with a mixture of shame and anger.
Seeing that the person in front of him was skeptical, but still teased and bullied him, it didn't seem like he cared much about Mo Chengze.
From these many confrontations, I have come to realize that Meng Jingtang's nature is even more suspicious than rumored.
So he took out from his pocket the "gift" that Mo Chengze had forced upon him a few days ago - a small ear of corn.
"If I take this out, will it be more evidence?"
Meng Jingtang stared at the ear of corn for a long time.
It was so long that Lu Huai thought Meng Jingtang had no intention of letting him go, and he closed his eyes and waited for the unknown disaster.
The restraints loosened, and Lu Huai stood up with the momentum, and heard Meng Jingtang's voice in his ears.
“I even gave you this…”
Bing Lingling's voice suddenly revealed an incomprehensible self-deprecation: "The sun rises from the west, but he really found a good teammate."
Lu Huai finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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After Lu Huai returned to the team, somehow, the two were arranged in a regular room with two people in it. Even Mo Chengze, a "family member", selflessly fought together with other psychics.
Only Lu Huai, as if he had recharged his VIP card, dragged his suitcase to a room with better conditions by himself.
It was hard not to suspect that they were being targeted. Rumors surrounded them, and even the agreed-upon tasks had to be broken up.
Jian Sui'an and Jiang Fengnian passed the test of "Longhua Team 1" and received assignments for field investigations, which can be considered a "iron rice bowl".
But there was no movement from Lu Huai, and he was puzzled.
Until this day, Mo Chengze said to the few people who had finished their work with a dark face, "Let's talk."
The central base is rich in resources. I haven’t had hot food for a long time, so a dish of soft and tender braised eggplant is enough to make people gobble it up.
After chatting and having a good meal, Mo Chengze carefully began to ask questions:
"Xiao Huai, are you hiding something from us?"
"This time, Meng Jingtang wants Lu Huai to work for him, so he won't go on missions with us in the future."
Jian Sui'an was filled with old and new sorrows. He almost dropped his bowl and chopsticks when he stood up. "Why? We have to give him whatever he wants?"
Jiang Fengnian's cold voice appeared appropriately:
"Huh? Are you relying on your power to become a local tyrant in the apocalypse?"
Only Lu Huai did not speak.
He knew why Jian Sui'an reacted so strongly.
He kept silent because he remembered Jian Sui'an's background.
There is a special monologue for this supporting character in the plot line, which is quite touching:
Jian Sui'an once had a happy family.
My family opened a small restaurant. Although we didn't make much money and had to work and study because of the foreign debt from the failed business, our family lived a fulfilling life.
The moment he looked forward to most every day was returning home tired after evening class, seeing his mother cooking a bowl of hot and fragrant noodles, with even the wrinkles on her face carrying a gentle and loving smile, and watching him wolfing down the noodles with the bowl in his hand.
Originally, the man thought that such an ordinary life would go on for a long time. He didn't ask for it to be very comfortable, but just wanted to have a bond and a thought in his heart.
But the end of the world has come, people infected with the virus eat each other, and people not infected with the virus harm each other.
People like them who have no power and no awakened special abilities will inevitably become the first group to be sacrificed.
Jian Sui'an will never forget that when he hurried home from school, the restaurant had already become a mess, with shocking corpses and blood everywhere.
Red—red—
There was red on the tablecloth crumpled in the corner... on the chopping board in the kitchen... everywhere was glaring red.
He dragged his legs, which were bruised from running so fast that he couldn't dodge, up the stairs, looking numbly at the bloodstains winding their way up, and had already made the worst-case scenario in his mind.
As expected, when his father and mother saw him, their eyes had become cloudy and they looked no longer alive.
He rushed towards him, revealing the dead apprentice beside him who had been unable to close his eyes, with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth from eating.
"Bang—bang—"
There were two sounds from the wooden warehouse, the sound of heavy objects falling. Even now, Jian Sui'an can't forget the sound even when he wakes up in his dreams at midnight.
Gradually... he awakened his special abilities, his heart became cold and hard, and finally he learned to hide himself, becoming the person Lu Huai saw.
It’s just that it’s really hard to imagine that such a “happy puppy” type of man would have such an unimaginable experience at the beginning of the apocalypse.
Later, Jian Sui'an learned that the army was going to come to this area for rescue that day and would take his father and mother with them.
However, in order to rescue a member of the "Meng family" of noble status, the plan was shelved.
So he knew that perhaps he shouldn't hate, but it was difficult to quell the raging fire.
Lu Huai shook his head, retracted his memories of this role, and began to wonder when the protagonist and the bottom would meet.
But in the eyes of others, Lu Huai had been in a daze for a long time and needed to be called back.
But maybe because they had been together for too long, the other members of the team inexplicably had synchronized brainwaves and were thinking the same thing.
While his thoughts were racing, the other party chatted briefly about his life experience.
Strangely enough, when they got to a safe place, everyone started talking about some sad things.
Jian Sui'an did not talk about his specific sorrows, but only said that he was alone; and Jiang Fengnian only had one brother, and his life or death is still unknown.
Jiang Fengnian cue him: "Ahuai, what about you?"
"I···"
When Lu Huai mentioned himself, he was not as moved as when he heard Jian Suian and Jiang Fengnian just now.
His tone was flat, and it sounded no different from the usual casual chat over a meal or a drink.
"I'm an orphan. The orphanage ran out of money and unfortunately closed down. I stopped going to school and found a job to enter society."
Lu Huai thought that in his future life, the most colorful person would be Jun Mo.
I originally had no place to live, and it was thanks to Jun Mo that I could move around with this weak body.
If I were alone, I would have died long ago...
He once thought he had a family, but it seemed that, for some unknown reason, his family had abandoned him.
He might never have the chance to meet Jun Mo again.
Probably because the topic they were talking about was rather heavy, the few of them who usually had endless things to say to each other fell into a sudden silence.
Lu Huai suddenly spoke, and Jian Sui'an and Jiang Fengnian looked at him intently at the same time.
Lu Huai's heart suddenly softened. Perhaps, apart from the initial temptation and the accident that night, they could be considered his "family".
And he planned to do something for them.
Especially when the person in charge of "Longhua Team 1", who had already recorded them, sent a message saying that an inspection and assessment was still needed, Lu Huai, who was already sensitive and careful, seemed to have discovered something.
Her eyelashes drooped as she addressed the crowd, "Let me go. There's nothing to be afraid of. I need to work at the base anyway, and I'm capable of protecting myself. I won't let him touch me."
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As a powerful and accomplished psychic, Jun Mo is also well-known.
As soon as they arrived at the central base, they and the lord were warmly received.
Unexpectedly, the person walking in the front was no longer the base leader as originally thought - Xiao Zhengze, but a young and handsome unfamiliar face.
It is said that it is his second son, Xiao Yuan, a gifted user of thunder abilities.
This highly anticipated successor clearly possesses the refinement and ability to receive distinguished guests. His relaxed and composed demeanor made even the straightforward Southern Base Lord unable to help but praise him as a "rare among men" and a "young genius."
But Jun Mo just politely greeted this young man who was highly respected by his uncle, and then wandered around the base on his own.
When he reached the door of the conference room, he heard two girls talking about the current head of the Meng family.
"Isn't it said that that person has a green face and fangs, is so ugly that he looks like a monster and that's why people don't dare to see him? How come this big shot looks a bit like that 2D cosplayer, but there's nothing unusual about him..."
"It even looks pretty good. With the wheelchair, it's absolutely gorgeous and strong. If it were in the game, my husband would be the one to take the cake. Give me back my paper man at the end of the dog world!!!"
"If there really is a chance, it's not impossible to take care of Lord Meng."
Jun Mo noticed that the girl next to him couldn't help but pour cold water on him: "That person's disabled part doesn't necessarily include a certain part, and no matter what, she won't look down on you. If she wants to find someone, she'll find the most beautiful woman."
"Speaking of which, you might not know that there's actually someone from the church who caught his eye recently. It's said he was given a title: the housekeeper who takes care of the household..."
Stuffing these miscellaneous and meaningless things into your brain is like eating without food.
Jun Mo felt bored and was about to leave.
Suddenly, familiar information popped into his mind and his pupils shrank.
I heard someone who had just joined the conversation shake his head and say:
"This beauty is truly amazing. I've come all this way to see her and it makes me feel like my life is worth it. It's a pity that she's a man, which isn't my style. Although I think it's hard to say if he's the one I'm dating, we're not that lucky."
"But he's not one of those vulgar people forced into the church. I heard he's from the team that came here recently."
"They're from the south. They were said to have been to that base with the people who arrived today. I don't know why they came out on their own and came to us first with these people..."
The man suddenly stopped talking, with a mixture of fear and... obsession?
Just like that, he stopped and looked into the distance.
Jun Mogang couldn't help but stop and look in that direction as he was about to ask them more questions.
Then he ran into a handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes, sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by a group of bodyguards who were on high alert.
The person pushing the wheelchair and talking to him from behind was a short and thin young man.
She was wearing light-colored clothes of the same color as him, and the fabric was obviously very valuable.
It was clearly summer, but it was covered with a veil, deliberately making it difficult for people to make up their minds, whether to focus their eyes on the smooth jade-white neck first, or to look up at the pair of mysterious and clear black eyes, and the elegant and straight nose that was reluctant to reveal a little.
What can be seen with the naked eye is that he is definitely a very beautiful person.
It's just so pitiful... Obviously no one is controlling him, but he is pushing such a famous big shot.
But it is like a lark trapped in a cage. The gorgeous and complicated decorations come from the people in front of it, and the solid "cage" is embodied as the tightly surrounded supernatural beings.
It is really difficult for him to be watched and commented on by these "outsiders".
But how could Jun Mo not recognize...
How could I not recognize such familiar eyebrows and eyes that are engraved into the bone marrow, and such a beautiful face that is unique in this world.
He is like a hunter hiding deep in the jungle, patiently waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.
This beautiful little deer is a little stupid. He only cares about taking care of his current owner and has no idea that the old owner who raised him and was then cruelly betrayed by him has been targeting him for a long time.
Eager to drink its blood, chew its flesh, and listen to its cries.
Finally Lu Huai found him.
Her beautiful eyes revealed complex emotions, including disbelief, bitterness, and resentment...
There are many kinds of wonderful flavors caused by him, but they are not strong enough or crazy enough, which is not equal to the days he spent searching and waiting. Has Lu Huai forgotten him?
He doesn't allow it!
Jun Mo gritted his teeth and mouthed: "Finally found you, Lu Huai."
Across the crowd, Lu Huai understood his words.
I was panicked but a little confused.
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Author's words: Didi! Jealous Husband Card is online, Tentacle Pre-warning
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