Strategy to Attack the System

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"I said, have you injected Yuanyuan with h6 medicine?"

Zhou Zheng squeezed his palm hard, nodded after waking up, and answered in a deep voice.

"I've been injected, but although Amy's h6 potion has been improved many times, it still doesn't work completely."

"Didn't Shi Sang's blood be drawn? Even if the blood of the zombie emperor is added to the potion, doesn't it work?"

"Not enough blood."

Jiang Fu opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, his dazed expression revealed a little dazed.

Zhou Zheng couldn't bear to look away, his heart was sour, and he gritted his teeth and repeated.

"Shi Sang didn't have enough blood. We just drew three tubes and he ran away. Those three tubes were used in drug experiments before, and they have been used up."

There was a momentary silence in the air, and pervasive suffocation drilled into the dull gap.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhou Zheng's heart softened and couldn't help but comfort him.

"Don't worry too much, the assistants are thinking of a way"

"Pick Yuan Yuan's blood."

"what?"

Zhou Zheng thought he had heard it wrong, so he raised his voice in disbelief.

Jiang Fu stood up slowly, his smooth forehead pressed against the cold glass, his focused gaze still stuck to Yuan Chen motionlessly, and he whispered calmly.

"Shi Sang told me before that people who were bitten by the Zombie Emperor will have completely different changes from others. Now that the Zombie Emperor is dead, the zombies are safe, probably because of something in Shi Sang's body about the Zombie Emperor. The things are transferred to Yuan Yuan's body, so drawing Yuan Yuan's blood to study the medicine should have the same effect."

Zhou Zheng was dumb for a long time incomprehensibly, and then asked astringently.

"But you are not afraid that Professor Yuan won't survive after being drawn blood?"

Jiang Fu seemed to smile, but the smile was light and short, like a beautiful bubble that would burst in the blink of an eye.

"No, drawing blood is a good thing for Yuan Yuan. The transformation of the zombie was originally carried out in the blood. Taking a lot of his blood before Yuan Yuan is completely transformed may slow down or even reduce the zombieization. The degree, coupled with the partial effect of h6 medicine, the final result may be better than we thought."

After listening to Jiang Fu's meticulous explanation, Zhou Zheng was almost persuaded.

It was just that he was still unable to make a decision. After a long silence, he stared at Jiang Fu solemnly and asked for the last time.

"Have you really decided?"

Jiang Fu turned his head to look at him, the corners of his slightly curled lips were as careless as usual, overflowing with wanton color.

"What I am afraid of, no matter what the result is, I can accept it."

Zhou Zheng looked at him fixedly and said "OK".

Five hours later, the originally unconscious person clung to the glass, with golden pupils shining faintly, and his tall body bent slightly, leaning close to the glass and staring at the young man separated by the wall, his sluggish face without any emotion. , The exposed fangs glowed with sharp light.

Jiang Fu stared at the tall man with innocent eyes without turning his eyes, his thin white hand stuck to the glass, just embedded in the large palm on the other side.

"Can I go in and see him?"

"No!"

Realizing that his tone was too agitated, Zhou Zheng slowed down and explained patiently.

"You have also seen that although Professor Yuan is not completely zombie, he has already grown fangs, and"

He glanced at the motionless Yuan Chen hesitantly, and continued to speak cruelly.

"And he doesn't seem to remember you anymore."

Jiang Fu didn't react to this sentence, as if he didn't believe it at all, or didn't care.

He retracted his hand, after taking a look at Zhou Zheng, he walked up to the instrument and pressed the open button.

Zhou Zheng's lips moved, and he didn't say anything after all, but he stood a short distance outside the door with a nervous expression, ready to counter Yuan Chen's alert posture at any time.

Yuan Chen's gaze is always on Jiang Fu, without emotion or hostility, just like a newborn child full of interest and curiosity about his favorite toys.

When Jiang Fu opened the door and walked in and was in the same space with him, his eyes moved slightly, as if the calm and waveless surface of the lake was suddenly disturbed by small stones thrown in sparkling ripples.

But just for an instant, his face suddenly turned fierce, and his tall body rushed to Jiang Fu in an instant, and then raised sharp nails to the beautiful face.

"Jiang Fu!"

Zhou Zheng, who was always paying attention to his movements, immediately shouted anxiously, wishing to break through the glass door and enter directly, but his speed could not be as fast as the crisis where the two were close at hand.

With a tearing sound, Jiang Fu only felt a cool back in his back, and then he was hugged hard into his warm chest, and then he leaned his neck to the sound of hot breathing, as thin and dense as a wild beast patrolling the territory. Check the coverage every inch of the skin.

He turned his head slightly, and just moved, he was numb by the threatening low roar in his ears. Yuan Chen's palm pressed his undulating back and groped all the way, as if he was searching for some kind of heart-pounding mystery. Treasure.

Only when the knuckles touched the trousers of the waist, they were prevented from continuing.

Yuan Chen lowered his head and stared at Jiang Fu, let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, and his golden pupils filled with a thrilling sharp light.

Jiang Fu's gaze crossed him, looked at Zhou Zheng who was dazed outside the glass window, and then shook his head at him.

It seemed that he was unhappy to see Jiang Fu looking at others in front of him. Yuan Chen turned sideways to block his sight, then frowned and stared at his slippery body, awkwardly tore off his blood-stained white coat and put it on him. .

The familiar masculine aura surrounded him for a long time, Jiang Fu glanced at the torn and shattered coat on the ground, a somewhat playful smile appeared in his thoughtful eyes.

It turns out that I don't like him wearing Zhou Zheng's clothes.

Tut tut, really

Before he came up with a suitable adjective, the slight tingling in his neck evoked his consciousness.

Yuan Chen reluctantly lowered his head and licked his naked/exposed skin. The newly-grown fangs inevitably touched the thin skin. As long as they were a little deeper, they could bite through the obstacles and drink to the dream. Of delicious flesh and blood.

But he tried his best to restrain the instinctive urge to hunger, cautiously and devoutly pampering the young man with black hair and red lips.

"Can we sit down, I'm a little tired."

The young man spoke softly, his jet-black eyes were like shining obsidian, and the dimples on his cheeks were sweet like hard candy.

Yuan Chen poked his dimple subconsciously, and the soft young man with his fingertips gave him a complaining look.

Yuan Chen took a breath, and there was a strong throbbing sensation in his heart, followed by a huge sting like a needle at his temple, as if all the nerves were twisted into a twisted shape.

His back staggered as if it was suddenly interrupted, and his tall body tremblingly hugged Jiang Fu, and his low roar overflowed with broken pain that was gradually revealed.

Jiang Fu, who was close to him, naturally noticed his changes immediately, and after a quiet glance at Zhou Zheng, who had turned his back, he stepped back to the glass door with Yuan Chen's body behind him, cold and hard behind him. Let the weight of both of them relax a little.

He breathed a sigh of relief, patted Yuan Chen's back comfortably, and asked warmly.

"what happened?"

Yuan Chen, who was buried in his neck, remained silent for a long while, but the frequency of trembling continued to increase, almost to the point that Jiang Fu couldn't hold it. When he hesitated for a while to call Zhou Zheng for help, Yuan Chen suddenly tightened his hug, as if to rub his whole body into his own flesh and blood.

Unprepared, Jiang Fu was strangled and gasped. He tightly grasped Yuan Chen's collar and whispered hardly.

"Yuanyuan! You, you hug too tightly"

As soon as the voice fell, Yuan Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at him. A thick black layer oozes from the depths of his golden pupils, like a deep ocean where a torrential rain is approaching, and the broken lightning reflects an unpredictable and terrifying omen.

Jiang Fu was startled.

He suddenly felt that Yuan Chen was sober at this time.

The facts also proved his idea.

Yuan Chen lifted his chin gently, his cold expression was covered with deep haze, and his voice was low and calm, but because of his extremely soft and gentle tone, he added a strange and charming feeling.

"Do you remember that I won a request back then?"

Of course Jiang Fu remembered, but his chin couldn't move because he was pinched. He had to blink his eyes to show his acquiescence.

Yuan Chen moved his fingertips to his red lips, rubbing carelessly, and after a few seconds, he spoke lightly.

"Then my request is to kill yourself."

"Woo?"

No matter how smart Jiang Fu was, he couldn't guess Yuan Chen's mind to make this request at this moment.

Yuan Chen leaned over slightly, his warm breath fell on Jiang Fu's watery lips, and his eyes were affectionate.

"I'm about to lose my consciousness, Orange, I don't allow you to be with others. You kill yourself first, and then I commit suicide, okay?"

Jiang Fu almost nodded in agreement with the soft coaxing words. He bit his lower lip, rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of Yuan Chen's, and asked seriously in a low voice.

"Are you really willing to die? Right in front of you?"

How can it be.

How could it be willing.

Watching the picture of his lover losing his breath in front of him, he felt panic-stricken and horrified.

Yuan Chen rubbed the back of his neck with the other hand, his face sinking like water, and said nothing.

Jiang Fu continued to fiddle with his hand, learning his previous movements to find the fingers interlocking behind the cracks, his obedient voice was full of soft smiles.

"That's not someone else, it's you. Don't worry, I will only be with you."

Yuan Chen touched his dark hair, his expression loosened slightly, and his tight thin lips were silent for a long while before he spoke lowly, with unprecedented struggle and uncertainty.

"I'm afraid I will hurt you."

"Will not."

Jiang Fu's answer was sure and pleasant.

"It's impossible for Yuan Yuan to hurt me."