The fine lines on the glassware extend from a central point, like a spider's web, as fine as spider silk.

“... Doctor?"

"Lately too, would love to ruin everything at the last minute. The doctor buried his head in his shoulder socket, and the warm, apparently "human" breath sprayed on his neck.

It's rare.

On weekdays, the doctor never showed his human side, so much so that Li Yao subconsciously felt that he would not have these human sufferings.

“... Then ruin?"

The doctor didn't speak, although he couldn't see his face or hear his voice, but Li Yao felt that the doctor was very sad at the moment.

However, he did not sympathize with him, and there were no further cracks in the glass.

Because there is no emotional intersection with the doctor on weekdays. Li Yao even felt that if he wanted others to comfort him when he was vulnerable, then why should he be so indifferent.

It's like a classmate who has no contact with you on a daily basis suddenly confides in you all kinds of troubles that he has buried in his heart.

Li Yao didn't sympathize with him at all. His vision was the doctor's back and his long white hair, and he didn't bother to do it even if he raised his hand to give a reassuring hug in response.

The doctor hugged him like this for a while, and the sadness around his body was suppressed little by little along with the human breath. By the time the doctor looked up, he was back to his usual business.

He pushed his glasses:

"It was my final test of you, and it was done well. ”

Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and knew that this was the case.

How can a doctor be the kind of person who casually confides in strangers?

"But I'm not acting," the doctor said in a lighter tone, "I just thought of someone I liked, but I couldn't like him." ”

This tone was a little intimate when the distance between the two was widened, even in a confined space, the discomfort of getting along was reduced a lot, and Li Yao also asked with kindness:

"Because you're a member of Team K?"

The doctor nodded: "The responsibility is too great, and there is no result in being together, so just don't happen from the beginning, I think so." ”

"Maybe we'll make it, don't be so pessimistic. ”

"Also," the doctor lowered his head and recorded the data on the tablet, "as long as you can—"

"-Kill Yang Ming..."

Bang.

Shatters of glass fell to the ground without warning.

The doctor stopped his hand and looked up with a frown.

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In fact, the sixth-generation king in the royal city has no name.

The name "Yang Ming" is a name that I don't know which human beings made up for the convenience of the name, and in the shepherd society, the king has no name.

This is not out of contempt, but because the shepherd society does not need a pronoun such as a name to distinguish each person. Everyone's breath is different, and when you first come into contact, you can tell who the person is, and the name is just a little trick that lowly humans like to do.

That's what the shepherds said to him.

The shepherds called him a little madman.

Because the little madman is a human being.

There are only two human beings who can live in the royal city, and that is as lowly slaves and beasts.

The slaves are all human beings with a skill, they are the aborigines of the garbage area who have been captured, because they are still dexterous, and they have retained their skills and have been left in the royal city for generations to serve the nobles. Building castle homes, furnishings, even laying electrical wiring, maintaining sewer pipes... To name a few, herders who claim to be an advanced species despise human civilization, but they like to enjoy the convenience that civilization brings.

Animals, on the other hand, are kept in captivity on farms as fresh ingredients, and this kind of "human" is different from the wild people in the garbage area, who are born and raised on farms since childhood, and whose meat is delicious, and their mission is to give birth and then be eaten. Of course, these brutes were also transported from the garbage dumps many years ago, retaining a certain racial consciousness and wildness – and it is said that there are ridiculous human reactionaries mixed in.

But what is certain is that after eating one horse and raising a batch of horses, and constantly changing back and forth and brainwashing, although the animals on these farms also have their own unique culture, those wildness have undoubtedly been smoothed out.

The shepherds were convinced of this, and no one took the little madman as a threat, because he was a very typical example.

The little madman is a little beast born on the farm, a slightly thin cub among the same kind of beasts, he grew up listening to the things of the shepherds, and knows his own insignificance and lowliness as a human being, and he worships the shepherds fanatically, especially the top of the shepherds, the only six generations.

The little madman is really a madman, how many years have passed, no animal dares to escape from the farm, let alone flee from the farm, not to return to human society but to go to the palace to meet the people of six generations.

The little brute thus took advantage of the unsuspecting shepherds to sneak away from the tunnel he had dug himself, and the lax keeper found out about it the next day. But at that time, the little madman had already taken advantage of the middle of the night to cling to the wall and carefully ran towards the center of the royal city.

Even if it's a glance, I want to see the God in my heart.

It happened to be the day of the public banquet, and the garrison was concentrated in Wangcheng Square, which just gave the little madman an opportunity.

The shepherds were so proud that they would not only publicly execute humans in the garbage area as a demonstration, but also hold banquets of the same nature in the royal city to provide amusement for the nobles of the royal city. They wash the best humans on the farm, slaughter them on the spot, cook them into delicious food, and serve them to their guests. Being able to attend a public feast is the best symbol for the shepherds to enter high society.

As the only sixth-generation generation, Yang Ming generally does not attend the monthly banquet because he dislikes human flesh and only blindly prefers animal meat. Such a thing would have been ridiculed if it had been done to another shepherd, but as the most honorable king, no one dared to express the slightest contempt, and even to some of the king's fanatical followers, it was worth imitating.

Yang Ming lives in the palace, there is only an old servant by his side, is a human cook, at the beginning is also a beast on the farm, the talent of the animal will not be discovered by the shepherd, it is a certain time this beast secretly barbecued meat almost caused a fire, after being discovered by the administrator, the smell of the barbecue is really rare in the administrator's life, after this matter was spread, there are nobles of a certain faction in order to please the king, this human cook who is good at making animal meat sent to him.

The cook was a human being, but he received a certain shepherd education before he was sent to him, and became a loyal servant, and for so many years he stayed by the king's side, taking care of his daily life and food.

The little madman ran and ran, his feet covered in blood, and he finally came to the palace in hiding.

There was no life in the palace.

As the center of the royal city, not only are there few guards, but there are no servants, after all, the king is the most powerful six generations, and no one from the lower generation can hurt him, and he doesn't need to make any decisions, the nobles of the five generations have a perfect parliamentary system, and various factions are fighting each other, and a certain faction that gave birth to the king is now a recognized leader faction, and the political order is unprecedentedly stable.

The little madman took the rags covering his body in a daze, and walked into the empty palace with one foot and one blood mark, and there were only a few patrolling guards, and the palace was so big that he could hide from it casually.

She looked up at the arches of the great palace, the golden spray paint as if they were the hues of heaven that the adults say, and the courtyard was a large and jumble of roses, which climbed and bloomed all over the walls.

She walked into the empty hall, where the smooth stone floor reflected her own embarrassed shadow, the huge columns propped up an open hall, the pure white spiral staircase rose and staggered on both sides, and in the center was placed a delicate inverted pennant with gray and embroidered silver on the flag, which was painted with gold and silver to create a gorgeous pattern that she did not recognize. In addition, there are meaningless flower pots, placed on metal shelves with slender legs and feet, as decorations for the hall, and the plants inside are hanging leaves.

The little madman slowly climbed up the white staircase with his hands and feet, and the long corridor was covered with a crimson carpet that stretched out to form a circle, and doors carved with different reliefs appeared in the field of vision one after another.

She stopped. The small window opened in the sky dome for lighting revealed a fresh light, and one of them hit the little madman's face, the confused and overwhelmed little face was divided into two halves by the light and strong contrast between light and dark, and even on the apple muscles that were red because of tension, the tiny small fluff was clearly distinguishable, and the glassy pale pupils contracted because of the light.

In the middle of those rooms, in the direction of the flag, there was a room with huge double doors, which were now wide open, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the room brightened the whole color of the room, and at a glance it became the center of the view that could not be removed.

The little madman knelt down, and his whole body was bathed in the light that penetrated the cot.

This was the day the little madman first saw the god she had cherished and sworn to be loyal to all her life.

The king of six generations has been living in the empty and lonely palace, and there has always been only an old servant by his side, but that day a little madman appeared out of nowhere, saying that he had escaped from the farm, and she really saw the king and was left by the king.

The five generations knew about it, but they didn't take it to heart, but they were fanatical believers in the king, and such shepherds were not uncommon, and even more so among the human race, who were indoctrinated with such beliefs since birth, and the twisted religion of the king as a god was very popular among the human race, and the shepherds were happy to watch these lowly human beings paralyze themselves and become shepherd slaves wholeheartedly.

No one knew that among the animals in captivity on the farm, there were really human reactionaries mixed in. They kept their self-esteem, kept the mission in their hearts, maintained a tenacious attitude, and passed on the secret mission from generation to generation, until the little madman came into contact with the king, the K team was established, and all the revenge links laid by the human spies before finally began to turn silently. 166 Reading Network