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Chapter 13 Inferior Beauty

Ten years ago, Tang Rou lost her entire family in a shipwreck.

She has no family, only Aslan, whom she grew up with in the orphanage, and these experimental subjects who absolutely trust her.

She couldn't explain what she had done, but she absolutely loved them sincerely - it was the same love that belonged to family members.

The young man looked at the owner and was so sad that he couldn't breathe. There were countless sharp thorn-like needle pricks in his chest, far more than any splitting attack he had experienced before.

"soft……"

He kept calling her name, using up the last remaining strength in his body, he crawled toward her with difficulty, dragging his broken limbs.

"...It's amazing."

Behind the screen, the attentively observing engineer exclaimed in amazement, sighing at the wonder of the Creator.

His healing speed was faster than any previous attack, and his tenacious vitality was surprising. But what shocked them even more was that he actually had feelings.

How is this possible? How can a cold-blooded animal have feelings?

The picture in front of them had a strange and warm beauty, like the touching warmth under the coldest war. They looked at the young man who had almost been declared dead through the glass plate, and in this gentle voice and sentiment

Miraculously, he came to life, changed his previous fierce and terrifying appearance, and showed an unparalleled tenderness.

But the glass pane reflected his figure.

Embarrassing, dirty, broken.

He approached with joy, but felt deeply inferior the moment he saw his figure - he now looked very ugly, his body was broken, his hair was muddy, his body was covered with tiny wounds, and his broken limbs were everywhere.

The remains and blood were very sticky.

He thought of the delicate and beautiful sea rabbit boy that his owner liked, his eyes full of inferiority and timidity.

No. 17 lowered his head, and the body that had just wanted to get closer retracted, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Tang Rou looked even more sad.

"A large number of wounds on Experimental Subject A-17 have healed, and the new tentacles seem to be shrinking in a controlled manner."

“Controllable??”

"It seems like he can retract his tentacles."

This is another amazing discovery.

The breeder below was still calling him softly, "Alfino, don't be afraid, put down your hands and come to me."

To him, the call of the owner is the supreme divine voice. He is her most loyal believer and will always surrender to her call unconditionally.

The young man who showed horrifying abilities and dangers in the firing of terrorist weapons actually felt some imperceptible pain at this time, and his limbs were trembling, which made people feel a trace of grievance.

Under the soft call of a female voice, the dying young man slowly let go of his hand, revealing his beautiful and delicate face, with a little desire in his eyes.

His movements were very slow, and the female breeder was also very patient. She gently comforted him through a piece of transparent glass, like comforting a poor cub in a stressed state, "It's okay, it's okay. Come to me."

The figure of the octopus looked extremely pale in the mess, like a beautiful jade stained by mud. The bones were long and straight, covered with elegant muscles. He moved towards the woman behind the glass, and his still intact tentacles were carefully attached to the glass.

, as if touching her.

All he could do was follow her contours and look at her thickly and deeply.

It looks very pitiful.

It is separated from the miserable scene of hell behind him, like an abstract painting.

"He is like a domesticated pet dog."

I don't know who said this.

"How can cold-blooded creatures be domesticated? They don't have emotions... right?" All the facts before us make this sentence seem so lacking in confidence.

Professor Xu called up the information of the experimental subject breeder and looked at her name with a heavy gaze.

"Tang Rou was previously the best breeder in Area A. She already has one advanced creature promoted to Area S, which is the blue bottle mutated box jellyfish you know."

The one in front of me is the second one, a more perfect masterpiece than that jellyfish.

At this moment, everyone was immersed in the joy of the success of the experiment. The degree of success this time was far beyond their previous imagination. The level of the experimental subject rose again and again, reaching the level of Double S.

It was unprecedented, and everyone was as excited as if they had witnessed a miracle.

Aslan, who was waiting outside the quarantine area, was very excited when he saw the test data on the QLED screen. He even thought about taking Tang Rou to a newly opened bar for a big drink tonight to celebrate.

Amidst these excited cheers, Professor Xu stared at the figure below for a long time.

A strange glimmer appeared in his eyes.

The cold voice was a bit out of place in the huge observation room, "Remove the isolation board."

"What?"

The researchers thought they heard wrong.

Until the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth widened inch by inch, revealing a weird smile.

"Remove the shield, turn the weapon, and attack her."

He pointed to the keeper.



Tang Rou didn't want to cry in front of her experimental subject.

But it hurts so much.

No. 17 was covered in wounds, and his expressionless face was spattered with blood and broken tissue, like an angel with broken wings covered in scars, falling into the dirty, muddy abyss.

Amid such heavy pain, the young man's dark green eyes were full of joy and happiness.

"soft……"

Can he follow her?

Can I go find her?

He raised his hand, looked at the muddy palm with regret, wiped it clean on his waist and abdomen in embarrassment, and carefully touched the glass plate.

Will she dislike his filthiness?

He was a little uneasy.

"With you..." He wanted her to fulfill her promise, "Live and follow you."

Tang Rou wiped away her tears and smiled, "You will be out soon. Congratulations, you have advanced."

There was a discordant shyness on his cold face, he lowered his head and approached the glass.

"Call me my name."

The little octopus wanted to hear its owner call that name one more time. The tips of its tentacles hung downward, like a shy little girl.

Tang Rou couldn't help laughing and called him, "Alfino."

"Hmm..." He responded in a low voice, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly, suppressing his joy.

However, the cold-bloodedness of the superior was far beyond her imagination.

After seeing that there was still the possibility of evolution, they cruelly aimed their weapons at the weak and defenseless humans.

The glass was removed in an instant. No. 17 was stunned for a moment, feeling the danger. The tentacles touched the soft palm of the human being and held it instinctively.

For a second, the dark pupils suddenly shrank.

He quickly pulled the owner into his arms, using his most fragile humanoid upper body to protect her, and tried his best to protect her in his arms without revealing a single bit.

Cold light blue blood splashed on Tang Rou's face. She opened her eyes in confusion, not knowing what happened.

Why did No. 17 come out? Why were there so many explosions?

The roar was deafening, and the half-human young man who hugged her tightly shivered in pain, curling up to protect her even more closely.

The tentacles replaced his hands, covering Tang Rou's ears to block out the terrible shattering sound.

"17...Alfino?"

The young man hugged her, feeling pained and frightened.

They hurt her!


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