All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

"hand."

Yun Yongzhou's cold voice once again brought Wei Huan back from his memories. He hummed in confusion, and his wrist was already pulled by Yun Yongzhou.

There was only a click sound, and a matte gold-tone metal bracelet appeared on the wrist of his right hand, with a black sun totem engraved on it.

"What is this?" Wei Huan was puzzled and looked up at him, "Ah, I understand. Are you afraid that I will run away, so you got me a tool that restricts my personal freedom?

The electric current is released, causing severe pain all over the body and bleeding from all the orifices..."

Yun Yongzhou interrupted his endless thoughts, "It's just a weapon."

arms?

He thought it was some kind of handcuff play. Wei Huan raised his hand, looked at the golden bracelet carefully, then raised his arm and shook it, "How can this be used as a weapon?"

Yun Yongzhou said nothing. The moment he raised his eyes, his pupils turned golden. Before Wei Huan could react, the bracelet suddenly turned into a sharp pistol thorn and appeared in Wei Huan's hand.

"Fuck." Wei Huan stared at the weapon in his hand in surprise, confused. After confirming that it really existed, he couldn't help but wave it twice, excited, "What's going on?"

"The function of light control. This bracelet is a physical medium of light control." Yun Yongzhou paused and then said, "After the contract is formed, you will have part of my abilities. Now all you can do is

You can create light, but it cannot be weaponized. This bracelet can help you. Of course, you still need to practice at your level."

Wei Huan couldn't believe it. Looking at the entire Demon Realm, no one except Yun Yongzhou could use the Light Control Creation Technique. Now he actually wanted to share such a precious ability with himself, "Wait a minute, what do you mean?

Can I use light to make weapons in the future? Can any kind be used? What’s the size?”

"You need to rely on your own ability to create one first." Yun Yongzhou always poured cold water on things neatly.

"Hey." Wei Huan pursed his lips and glanced around, then back to Yun Yongzhou, "But why are you..."

"I said, I don't want to form a contract with a dead person. You have to learn to protect yourself." Yun Yongzhou knew what he was asking, so he cut it off early, avoiding the possibility of a direct answer, and walked out of the training without looking back.

room, spread out its white feathered wings, and disappeared into the night sky.

"I don't want to say forget it." Wei Huan stared at the light thorn in his hand, looked left and right, and muttered to himself, "How can I change it back?"

Change back.

Change it back for me.

Wei Huan thought to himself and flicked his wrist. Suddenly, the light thorn actually changed its shape and returned to the shape of a bracelet.

"Fuck, this thing is so damn cool..."

Wei Huan, who was immersed in this new weapon, suddenly felt something fall on his head. He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be that little fur ball again.

Wei Huan squeezed it hard, as if he were squeezing a spherical gummy candy, "Why are you so haunted?"

"Uh-huh..." The little furball made a sound of grievance, shrunk in size, escaped from Wei Huan's fingers, and jumped onto his shoulder, "Uh-huh."

"Hey, aren't you hugging me with your thighs now? You little snob." Wei Huan tried to pull him up from his shoulders, but the little guy was so strong that he couldn't pull him up. "Hey, you weirdo"

…I’m telling you, I’m not what I used to be, and you’re not going to do any good by pestering me.”

Having said this, Wei Huan was quite happy in his heart, at least this little furball still remembered him.

It was already very late when he returned to the dormitory, but his roommate had not returned yet. Wei Huan then remembered that his roommate seemed to have gone home. After washing, he climbed into bed and turned off all the lights.

In the darkness, the scene of being alone with Yun Yongzhou in the training room a few hours ago kept flashing through his mind, like some kind of movie that could not be forgotten after watching it. Every line and every frame was stored in memory.

Since his rebirth, Wei Huan has never suffered from insomnia. Every day has been filled with fear, and late at night is like a giant beast, swallowing up all his energy, except today.

He tried to fall asleep and tried various methods. But the more he tried, the more energetic he became, and finally he simply lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

"Whew!" The little fur ball was so frightened that its fur stood on end. It subconsciously jumped into the air and landed lightly on Wei Huan's lap.

With the moonlight outside the window, Wei Huan picked him up and put him in the palm of his hand, "Are you unable to sleep too? Sure enough, I'm not the only one suffering from insomnia."

The little fur ball was so sleepy that it almost collapsed. It couldn't even stand up into a perfect spherical shape. It was as soft as a puddle of glutinous rice cakes. It gave a weak response to Wei Huan, who was full of energy, "Ugh..."

Wei Huan solemnly pretended to understand what he said, "I knew you weren't sleepy either. Come and play with your former master."

The words "former owner" seemed to pierce the little furball's heart. He transformed from a puddle of glutinous rice cakes into a little ball. He obviously had no mouth, but he wrinkled it as if he could pout it, and even made an aggrieved coquettish sound.

"嘤嘤嘤~"

"Tell me, why did he want to form a contract with me?" Wei Huan crossed his legs and placed the little fur ball in the middle. The little fur ball leaned against his legs and made a sound.

Wei Huan guessed, "Does he really like men?"

"嘤~"

"You think so too!" Wei Huan shook his head and made a tut-tsk sound, "Unexpectedly, this Yun Yongzhou is actually a Married at First Sight contestant. You said he and I, ah, I mean how long have we known each other now?

, he was so mean-spirited that he formed a blood contract with me, gave me an anti-soul, and even taught me the art of controlling light."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yun Yongzhou was overly enthusiastic. Wei Huan sighed, "I never thought he was like this before. I was always stalking him."

The little fur ball made a long sound like a sigh, "嘤~~~"

"You think so too, sometimes you can't even stick to me."

This Yun Yongzhou really has no vision.

The scene of the training room appeared again.

Yun Yongzhou's beautiful face seemed to be covered with a light golden veil under the illumination of the fragile fireflies. His eyes were bright, golden, and dazzling, but they were also misty and hairy. These contradictions

The face always coexists with Yun Yongzhou's body. Just like his name, it is the everlasting scorching sun and day, but it is also covered with mist and flowing clouds.

Wei Huan didn't know why he could describe a person's face in such detail in his mind at this moment. It was strange.

He stretched out his hand and gently closed his five fingers. The empty and oppressive night was like a thick, wet and cold quilt, covering it and wrapping it tightly. He simply closed his eyes.

[You have my blood in your body, use it to feel the darkness.]

[Burn the light with your blood.]

His scalp was numb, and there was clearly a surge of power in his body. But this time, Wei Huan could finally accept the impact calmly. He clenched his fists and felt the hot air gradually boiling in his blood.

Wei Huan carefully let go of his hand and tried to do as Yun Yongzhou led him before, but the light in his palm did not appear as expected.

"Hey..."

"It's okay." Wei Huan lay back and looked at the ceiling in the darkness, "I know it's not that simple."

Although I have clearly felt the demonic power in my blood, why am I still unable to create light?

The little fur ball jumped up and down and landed on Wei Huan's shoulder, quietly and without saying a word.

The complicated thoughts lurked in the darkness, turning the originally silent night into a vast space. Yun Yongzhou's cold voice echoed in his empty chest.

[You want light, right?]

Light.

Close your eyes, immerse yourself in the dark pool, let go of your anxiety, let go of the burning sensation in your blood, and turn it into ashes with warm residual heat after burning, and the night wind soaked in the moonlight blows

, dispersed in the dark air, dispersing freely. The only thing left is not fear, nor the driving and manipulation of powerful demonic power.

It was desire. His eyes were closed, and he could not grasp the coolness of the night breeze on his skin. Every cell in his body was occupied by desire.

Want light.

The heart suddenly began to beat wildly, hitting the chest violently, and it sounded like the opening of some great ceremony. The drum beat became faster and faster from discrete to the critical point of continuity.

Wei Huan opened his eyes.

This bland black room is filled with little bits of golden light. They are floating in the air in different sizes, and their flowing state makes them look like they are alive.

Being in the Milky Way is nothing more than that.

He stretched out his hand and waved his fingers gently, and the rays of light were like shooting stars, flying toward him in the darkness and converging in front of him.

Although these tiny pieces of light are nothing compared to the dazzling and grand light of Yun Yongju's sun. But they are stars created by oneself and within reach.

Wei Huan had never seen such radiant and gentle light in his previous life, during the Shanhai Festival.

The Shanhai Festival in the evening is mostly a garden activity. On the ground are booths organized by students from each class, with beautiful little lanterns hanging. Some are game booths, some are snacks, and some are novel gadgets, which are sold by the students.

Sell.

"It's still Fuyao's novelty. Look, the game stalls are all placed in the sky."

"Hey, is that blindfolded one Xiao Jiufeng?"

"It seems so! I want to see what they are doing!"

Wei Huan, whose eyes were covered with black cloth, was hanging in mid-air, holding an air gun in his raised hands. Yang Sheng and his back were facing away, with their arms bound and their wings touching each other.

With them as the center and a circle plane within a radius of five meters, there are dozens of courtyard flags floating in the air that can slide parallel in the air. They are two meters long and come in four colors: red, blue, white and green. Among them, red is the most, blue is the least, and there is only one flag.

.The closely connected flags of the four major colleges almost surrounded the two people in a cylindrical space.

"Why are you fighting this?" The melon-eaters flying above lowered their heads and watched with their hands behind their backs.

"If you win, you will get a prize coupon, which can be redeemed for prizes."

"Have you seen Fuyao's side? I heard that you can get a super gift if you hit that side."

Before this, Wei Huan had hit several courtyard flags, and now the flags were turning faster and faster, and even started to exchange colors on the spot. Yang Sheng, whose mobility was restricted, acted as Wei Huan's eyes, just like during normal training.

Cooperate with him.

The referees are a pair of petite and cute twin butterfly demons. They fly around to remind the players of this game.

"There are three minutes left."

"You still have two bullets left~" The two little butterflies held hands and gave Yang Sheng and Wei Huan a beam of chasing light, "Can you hit the only Fuyao flag?"

There were Fuyao students watching the game all around, cheering for Wei Huan and Yang Sheng. The crowd was huge. Yun Yongzhou, who was dragged by his seniors to work as a coolie, was forced to fly to Yan Sui's stall with a large box of decorative materials, passing by here. He was pushed left and right by a group of spectators and almost knocked the box off.

With his brows furrowed, he wanted to fly high to get away from these blind monsters, but when he accidentally glanced, he saw the blindfolded Wei Huan.

This guy, who was tortured so much by the hook snake in the afternoon, still has the energy to play games here.

With a bang, the air gun hit a ball. Wei Huan turned his head and asked, "Did you hit it?"

Yang Sheng shook his head and watched as the Fuyao courtyard flag turned into the Shangshan courtyard flag at the moment Wei Huan fired. It was so fast that he almost thought he was dazzled, "It's too clever, let him run away." He once again described the position of the blue flag. Wei Huan moved his arm to the right, and the muzzle of the gun was once again pointed at the Fuyao flag on the other side.

"Don't shoot." Yang Sheng reminded in a low voice.

Sure enough, the Fuyao flag had changed beforehand as he expected. Unlike other flags that moved irregularly and randomly, Wei Huan's actions could be seen on this side.

"Wei Huan, let me tell you a ghost story." Yang Sheng suddenly said, "Guess, can you still get the combat number you want this time?"

Wei Huan, who was blindfolded, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

Yang Sheng pointed at a red flag and said, "Ah Huan, I think we may not be able to win the flag of our college."

"Really." Wei Huan started the cross talk knowingly, "I also think that Fuyao Academy deserves to be called Fuyao Academy. Even the flags are so good. I won't play anymore." As he said that, he was about to pick off his eyes. black cloth.

"Hey, hey, don't." Yang Sheng bumped his back with his elbow, "What are you doing? I still have two bullets. I can also raise two more white flags. I'll take them to redeem the prize later. My sister yesterday She yelled at me to bring her a prize."

Wei Huan snorted, "Die sister control."

"Who do you think is the sister-in-law?"

"Whoever is anxious about me is a bitch!"

The two got into an argument for no apparent reason. The audience was confused and started talking. The two little butterfly demons started to panic, "Hey you guys..."

"Okay, you are awesome." Yang Sheng said and flew forward, "Brother, I won't be your wingman anymore."

"If you don't do it right, don't do it right. You're just afraid that you'll take the blame if you lose!"

Yang Sheng turned around, "Who do you think is taking the blame?"

"You still don't admit it?" Wei Huan shook his head, "In this case, in our rock-paper-scissors game, whoever loses will take the blame."

"My hands are tied and your eyes are blindfolded. It's just a rock-paper-scissors game."

The two people started chatting inexplicably, which made the audience anxious to death, "Are you two still having fun?"

Yun Yongzhou held the box and looked down from above without saying a word. He himself did not notice it. It was obviously a game between two people, but his eyes were only focused on one of them.

"Play~" Wei Huan raised his chin and thought for a while, "Let's do this, a counting game. Miss Butterfly calls us three two one, and then we count at the same time. Whoever has the lower number will take the blame."

"Okay." Yang Sheng raised his head and looked at the butterfly demon, "Then the referee will shout for us."

The two butterfly demons looked at each other in confusion, and they accepted this sub-game that appeared out of nowhere, "Okay then."

"Excuse me, Miss." Wei Huan raised the corner of his mouth.

"Three-two-one!"

The two spoke at the same time, Wei Huan reported a 9, and Yang Sheng reported a 5.

Yun Yongzhou suddenly reacted.

The audience was happy, "Yang Sheng lost!" Unexpectedly, Wei Huan, who had just finished reporting the count, quickly turned sideways and shot down the blue flag of Fuyao Academy with one hand.

"What operation??!"

"What the hell???"

Wei Huan took off the black cloth from his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and smiled brightly, "Combat Readiness Group No. 9, kill the enemy at five o'clock. Mission accomplished!"