Chapter 466： Doomsday Terminator 16 ┃ Cunning Dr. Zhuang (1/2)

Surrounded by a small night light, Zhuang Li and Bei Ming sat silently, their hands firmly interlocking.

This is the first time such an intimate encounter has occurred since they met.

"Can we go back to sleep now?" Seeing that the night was getting darker and darker and everyone was sleepy, Zhuang Li whispered softly to Bei Ming's ear.

The hot air he exhaled blew into Bei Ming's ears, causing Bei Ming's heart to itch for a while.

"Well, go to sleep." Bei Ming's voice sounded very hoarse.

Zhuang Li smiled softly, and there was a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes.

Hearing the sound of laughter like this gurgling stream, Bei Ming's ears became hotter and hotter.

Terrible! Dr. Zhuang really is a dangerous element!

The two returned to the bank's VIP reception room and lay side by side on the spread out sofa.

Bei Ming stretched his arms and legs honestly, not daring to move at all, but his heart kept beating poundingly.

Zhuang Li turned to face him and asked, "Before, I did set up a plan to kill that woman. Are you mad at me for this?"

"I'm not angry." Bei Ming denied immediately.

This is the truth. Looking back and thinking about it, he realized that he was not angry with Dr. Zhuang from the beginning to the end, he was just confused about the value of his existence, and was suffering from being used. In that kind of entanglement, he never had the idea of ​​killing Dr. Zhuang.

Not a minute or a second.

"I'm not angry." So Bei Ming also turned around and reiterated seriously.

Zhuang Li took his hand and said with relief, "I thought you were angry."

Then, he sighed silently in his heart: "The way you ignore me and ignore it really makes me sad."

Bei Ming's heart also tugged, and he squeezed Dr. Zhuang's hand, and emphasized again, "I'm really not angry."

His breathing gradually became short, and it sounded especially obvious in this dark night. Xiaocai's tragic death had been completely forgotten by him, and he would feel suffocated when he heard the sigh in Dr. Zhuang's heart.

Zhuang Li knew that he was in a hurry, so he buried his face in the crook of his arms and secretly opened the corner of his mouth.

After closing his head, he sighed contentedly: What a deceit...

After unlocking the closed brain, Zhuang Li found his smart communicator from under the pillow, called up a video, and showed it to Bei Ming.

"You probably don't know, we have already started research on power users, including healing power users. This video was taken by the soldiers of your special forces at the risk of death. The scene where the healing system power user kills."

In the video, a healing power user holds a woman's wrist, and with this little skin contact, **** the other party into a mummified corpse.

The corpse was thrown aside by him, and after it fell, it shattered into powder, and was scattered by the wind.

This completely shattered Bei Ming's cognition of Healing power users.

Zhuang Li said slowly: "Have you seen it? Healing powers can also kill people. They can donate their vitality to others, of course, and they can also take other people's vitality for themselves. It all depends on their mood. That's all. You left that woman behind as a ticking time bomb. The way she killed people was unpredictable. The situation was urgent and I didn't have time to show this video to all of you. I can only choose to set up a game and kill that woman."

Zhuang Li paused for a moment and asked, "Now? Do you forgive me now?"

Bei Ming put down the communicator and said in a panic, "No, you should forgive me. Right, no, I should doubt you."

Zhuang Li chuckled softly: "No? Misunderstand me again?"

"Excuse me." Bei Ming was so ashamed that he said nothing, so he could only keep apologizing.

"Will you believe me in the future?" Zhuang Li asked persistently.

"Of course, I will trust you unconditionally." Bei Ming responded cautiously.

"Then go to sleep." Zhuang Li took back the communicator, patted the pillow, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Bei Ming couldn't sleep at all. Just because of one line of small print, he preconceived that Dr. Zhuang was classified as an enemy. How could he be so arbitrary? Deep regret entangled in his heart, making him toss and turn.

At this moment, he heard the milky voice of 7480: "Master, it's raining in your brain, and flowers are blooming in the sand outside, it's so beautiful! Since the death of the gods, your brain It's been barren for too long. I live in the desert every day. It's really uncomfortable. Will it be sunny after the rain? If it's sunny, you will feel at ease, right?"

Zhuang Li didn't fall asleep, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He smiled softly, his voice long and content: "Lying by his side, I feel at ease. You can sleep at ease too."

7480 giggled twice, then lay down and muttered, "I like to sleep listening to the sound of rain, good night, master."

"Good night." Zhuang Li responded lazily.

He curled up beside Bei Ming like a baby, the corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and sighed silently in his heart: "Now, I'm going home."

The place where there is Bei Ming is his home, so even if this is just a run-down city, an abandoned bank, and an apocalypse where life is ruined, he can still have peace and warmth.

And this peace and warmth is being passed on to Bei Ming through heart-to-heart blending.

Listening to Dr. Zhuang's content and soothing words, and looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Bei Ming's eyes became moist. He hesitantly stretched out his hand, wanting to hug this man into his arms, but was hugged by the other party one step ahead.

Zhuang Li slid into Bei Ming's arms, hugged his thin waist, and buried his face into his broad chest.