Strategy to Attack the System

When he was sensitively aware of Zhou Chuan’s thoughts at the class reunion, when he secretly sent someone to follow Zhou Chuan and discovered that he was trying to find Jiang Fu, and when he used his father’s power to disguise and sneak into the church, Qiao Yu was not so impulsive. Over. (((Cartino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com)))

Her brain buzzed, her arms were numb from the recoil of the gun, and the jealousy that had previously burnt her eyes quickly subsided when she saw the large swaths of blood spreading on Jiang Fu's chest. All that was left was deep fear and regret. .

She suddenly screamed and threw away the gun in her hand like an electric shock. The whole person stepped back in a panic, but tripped over the corner of the table. She collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly as if she had lost all her strength.

"All, I blame you. If it weren't for you, why would Zhou Chuan refuse to look at me, I love him, I love him"

The short shots were like piercing sirens. She was trembling in fear as she clutched her tearful face. Suddenly a figure appeared in front of her, and then she was severely strangled by a slender and powerful hand, and she was off the ground for her whole life.

The pain of suffocation caused helpless horror on her face, tears filled her eyes, and the whole person struggled with difficulty and powerlessly. After a while, her faint breath disappeared into the air, and her whole body fell silently to the ground like a quiet doll.

Yin Hui let go, as if he didn't dare to look back, and lowered his head blankly, stiff as a statue.

The faint voice that seemed to dissipate at any time was calling him softly.

"shine."

He was shocked all over, and suddenly rushed towards Jiang Fu as if he had come to his senses, trying in vain to cover his bleeding wound, but he didn't dare to start because of pressure, and stammered anxiously.

"Orange, you, do you hurt, I will take you to the hospital, to the hospital"

He bent down and hugged Jiang Fu, acting cautiously as if he were dealing with a fragile treasure, but the blood in his eyes suddenly crashed into his eyes, like a heavy weight, his steps staggered, his face changed greatly, and he could no longer bear it. Kneeling down in a thick pool of blood like living.

With a pale complexion, Jiang Fu reluctantly bent his mouth, the **** wounds that he pulled every time he breathed aches, and his internal organs seemed to flow out of the thick.

He was slightly dizzy, but he accurately touched Yin Hui's head and gently soothed.

"No need, Huihui."

It seems that this is a very suitable opportunity to leave this world.

Yin Hui didn't dare to hug him hard, the hands around his back trembled and couldn't stop, and the muttering to himself overflowed with helpless despair, even with a sad cry.

"No, oranges will not die, I don't want oranges to die."

I don't know if following Yin Hui's will, Jiang Fu gradually felt that the wound had stopped bleeding, and even the unbearable pain was slowly fading away.

He was startled, lowered his head to see that his fingertips were slowly becoming transparent.

Huh, it really is time to leave.

The blood-stained hand stroked Yin Hui's cheek, like the most intimate gesture among lovers, Jiang Fu's soft smile remained the same.

"Huihui, look up at me."

There was a hot liquid dripping on the back of the hand, diluting the intense red and blending into a thrilling thinness.

The handsome and tall man seemed to have all the hard bones removed, buried in his knees like a bewildered child, and clenched his hands in a trance, as if clinging to the last life-saving help. straw.

His eye sockets were flushed, and Ai Ai whispered in expectation, tears constantly seeping from his eye sockets soaked his entire face.

"Orange, don't leave me, okay."

Jiang Fu looked at him quietly for a while, even though his suit had been stained red with blood, his smile was still clean, and the slightly sunken dimples were sweet as if there was no haze.

"Huihui, if I leave, will you still remember me?"

Yin Hui paused suddenly, and his moist eyes were filled with gloomy cold and deep horror. He clasped Jiang Fu's shoulders tightly, and the back of his slender hands stretched out blue veins, squeezing them through the teeth. Paranoid and tyrannical words.

"You are not allowed to go! I won't let you go! Orange, you are mine, and you will always be mine!"

The words full of possessiveness were pale and weak in the face of the passing of life. Jiang Fu sighed, wiped his wet cheeks with his hand, and whispered as if speaking to himself.

"Actually I really like you."

Yin Hui's eyes lit up, and the gloom on his face disappeared immediately, leaving only the joy and undisguised admiration.

He hesitated for a few seconds, cautiously kissed Jiang Fu's bloodless lips, and reverently promised a soul-based vow.

"Orange, I love you."

Jiang Fu opened his eyes slightly, his expression surprised.

As the end of Yin Hui's voice fell, all the surrounding sceneries collapsed inch by inch like an impenetrable illusion, replaced by green codes floating in the dark space, flowing rapidly line by line.

In the entire endless space, only they are fresh and warm.

The icy mechanical sound finally reached 10% and then stopped. After a second pause, the voiceless beep continued to sound.

The ticking countdown rang in his ears, and Jiang Fu suddenly smiled.

"Hey, do you have a name?"

Yin Hui looked at him blankly, frowned slightly, as if not understanding his words.

Jiang Fu gathered his sideburns and asked patiently.

"It's not Yin Hui, I mean your real name."

Yin Hui is just a randomly generated name in the spiritual world of the cyborg. So, as the most perfect cyborg in the interstellar world, does he have his own name?

Yin Hui was absent for a moment, as if he was thinking seriously, a faint green light streaming out of his dark eyes, as if a machine was looking through the program to check the archive.

After a while, he shook his head slightly.

"No."

There is no exclusive imprint, only a string of codes like other human beings. Science regards him as a semi-finished product. Only by successfully developing a new type of artificial man through experiments can it be considered a truly completed work.

The corners of Jiang Fu's lips curled up slightly, like a cunning and proud child, arrogantly taking the lead in taking his favorite treasure as his own.

He rubbed Yin Hui's jaw and spoke with a seductive smile.

"Then, shall I give you a name?"

Yin Hui was startled.

"naming?"

"Well, after you name it, you can't forget me if you want to."

Yin Hui's eyes suddenly burned with scorching fire, and he wrapped him in the tongue of the flame and licked it inch by inch, and he did not hesitate to hand over all his ownership to him, his expression attached and happy.

"Okay, Chencheng will give me a name."

Jiang Fu couldn't help showing a soft smile, like teasing a sticky and cute large dog, rubbing his head while pursing his lips to think.

After a while, his smile deepened and he spoke softly.

"Yuan is the beginning. And you are the hope of a new generation of humanoids, and you are naturally called the leader."

After thinking about it, there was a thoughtful look on his face, and he paused like nostalgia before saying.

"Actually, the word'Fu' in my name comes from a word from the ancient earth-'Dragon Tail Fuchen'.'Chen' is connected with'Fu', and it also means the meeting of the sun and the moon. You and I have never met, even They don't belong to the same organism, and this encounter is as incredible as the sun and the moon."

"Yuan Chen."

Jiang Fu's eyebrows were quite satisfied, and his voice filled with joy became much gentler.

"You will be called Yuanchen from now on, okay?"

Yuan Chen.

Yuan Chen.

The sense of belonging with a name seems to make a thin and indifferent heart suddenly take root, fierce agitation rushes from the limbs and corpses, every thread of blood that hits is slightly dizzy with heat.

Yin Hui whispered new and special words in a whisper, as if every time he said it, Jiang Fu would fill up his empty heart with Jiang Fu's own hands, sewing Jiang Fu's good smell, cheerful eyes and The sweet smile has grown to the depths of his own flesh and blood.

"Yuan Chen, I will call Yuan Chen from now on."

He rubbed the tip of Jiang Fu's nose reliantly, and the intertwined breathing was hot and intense. The pupils close at hand were enough to swallow the love and longing of bones, and for a moment he was paranoid to terrifying.

"Then, Orange Orange will be mine from now on."

Jiang Fu glanced at the half of his body that had melted into the data, and smiled and promised in the little time left.

"As long as you are my Yuanchen, then I will always be your orange, just your orange."

Yin Hui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he dared not even breathe to disturb this coveted words.

He hugged Jiang Fu tightly and eagerly kissed Xinxinnian's lips. The seriousness and joy in the words were like the roaring wind between the stars that could never dissipate.

"Orange orange, my orange orange."

Jiang Fu looked at him with a look of stunned expression because of holding the space, tapped his head lightly, and said with a smile.

"See you next time, Yuan Chenen, Yuan Yuan?"

Yin Hui fixedly stared at him, and finally showed a slight smile, with a gentle and gentle tone.

"Okay, see you next time."