He was watching the windmill, Fang Rong looked at him, watching him walk step by step, slowly growing, from the first fall, to the first time he was beaten, the first time he grabbed food from others, and finally ate his parents, brothers and sisters.

It was the same dreary weather as usual, Fang Rong's phone rang suddenly, it was a female who called him, saying that he wanted to have a meal with him, females are rare things in modern times, he was a little excited, and immediately agreed.

Make an appointment to meet at a good place and pay for the wine, who knows that the female also brought a drag oil bottle, and the meaning is clear, at the dinner table, she kept pouring bitter water with him, saying how difficult it is for herself, Fang Rong has already realized that he has been deceived, but a table of dishes is also worth a lot, and he still has to finish eating in the end.

When he had finished eating the female, he was still rambling, saying that he and his brother had reached the point of exhaustion, otherwise he would not have sought help from strangers.

Fang Rong remained silent, wiped his mouth and lied about going to the toilet, but in fact slipped through the back door, and as soon as he walked to the back door toilet, several hooligans suddenly rushed out and punched and kicked him, he didn't know martial arts, and he didn't practice self-defense, the only thing he could do was to protect his head and not have a concussion.

Just now, the female kicked him in the waist and eyes, and said with disdain, "Poor ghost, you dare to come over if you don't have money." He rummaged through and took out all the valuable things on Fang Rong's body before leaving with someone.

Fang Rong fell to the ground, his body was completely paralyzed, stiff, and he didn't feel anything at all, and it took a while to slowly get up and go to the doctor.

Fortunately, he still has a light brain, and the money in the light brain needs identity authentication to be taken out, and he doesn't say anything, and those people don't dare to do anything to him, after all, modern social security is still good.

At most, he will take a few more hits, and he will not die, but he has a color on his body, the corners of his mouth are also blue, and his eyes are swollen, and it is not good to go back to work like this, fortunately, there is a colleague, and a colleague should understand this kind of thing.

He pondered a moment to call another breeder, explain the situation, and let him replace him for a few days, the colleague was very cheerful, and agreed, who knew that the two would call and say that something was wrong.

Fang Rong didn't care about being hospitalized, so he hurriedly got dressed and came back, and the breeder was with him.

"He hasn't eaten since you left, every time the food is brought in, how is it brought in, how to bring it back, I thought it was okay at first, the orcs couldn't starve to death for two days, I just wanted to wait for you to come back after you were injured and then deal with it, who knows him, he actually ......"

Ate his siblings, none of the five siblings survived.

Fang Rong was timid, even his own brothers dared to eat, it was really no different from the previous orcs, and in the end they all became unrecognized.

When he went, Fang Hua still maintained a harmless appearance, squatting behind the bulletproof glass, surrounded by a mess, with a little blood and white hair on the ground.

With blood still stained between his fingers, he used that hand to turn the stopped windmill.

Call! Call! Call!

The windmill turned slowly, making a sound of unbearable paper, he seemed to hear footsteps, slowly looked back, and only showed a flattering expression the moment he saw Fang Rong, but unfortunately his mouth was full of blood, and the red traces still flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Fang Rong couldn't accept it a little, he always felt that Fang Hua was the most well-behaved and special, but he didn't expect that he couldn't get rid of the fate of the orcs, and in the end, he didn't recognize his six relatives, and he didn't distinguish between the grains.

Fang Hua's arms were bulging, he cautiously stretched out his hand, and took out a pair of blood-stained wings from it, and the edge could be seen to be torn from the animal, "I left you a pair of wings, you like to touch it the most, give it to you." ”

Wow!

Fang Rong finally couldn't help but vomit, that scene was so disgusting, he could still see the torn muscle loin, it was extremely terrifying.

For the next few days, he had a shadow on Fang Hua, and he didn't dare to go over, and every time he fed, he hid far away, put food in from a small door where no one could be seen, and then took it out.

He originally thought that this would be fine, but if he couldn't see it, he would still remember the situation of that day, repeating it over and over again in front of his eyes.

He still remembered Fang Hua squatting on the ground, stretching out his bloodstained hand, turning the windmill gently, his expression was innocent, like a child who had done something wrong, looking at him flatteringly.

Fang Rong just looked at it like that, and didn't step forward, the child finally couldn't wait, he dropped the windmill and climbed over, with that slender hand, pulling him, and slowly falling on his head, just like an adult stroking a child, down one by one.

Fang Rong's fingertips trembled, not daring to touch the silky hair, in fact, he still had some resistance in his heart, but rather fear.

Fang Hua lowered his head, his silver-white hair curled up, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a silver butterfly lying mischievously on his eyes, extremely beautiful, more like an angel than an angel, with a pair of white wings and a flawless aura.

He looked exceptionally well-behaved and harmless, just like when he was a child, Fang Rong finally couldn't help it, and put his hand on his soft hair and rubbed it gently, it felt so good that he couldn't bear to leave.

Fang Hua suddenly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes were raised, his light-colored pupils flashed fiercely, revealing Sensen's white teeth, biting down on his neck, red blood flowed down his neck, his clothes were soaked, and the pain hit in an instant, he only had time to scream.

"Ahh

The automatic lights were turned on, the surrounding environment was familiar, Fang Rong finally realized where this was, it was not a prison with wild beasts, it was his home, he had just had a nightmare, now he was sweating profusely, the pain in his neck seemed to be still there, the illusion was really too real, just like in front of him.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep, and he was groggy again, so he could only force himself to wake up, watch TV for a while, and finally couldn't stay up before he fell asleep again, fortunately he never dreamed again.

He got up early the next morning to prepare food for the other mutants, and he didn't dare to stop when he passed by Fang Hua's prison and left.

He walked over and looked back twice, because after that incident, Fang Hua completely attracted the attention of the upper echelons, and every once in a while, a few scientists in big white coats would stand in front of the bulletproof glass and point at him, or throw some messy things in to see his reaction.

Obviously, they are all going to be disappointed, Fang Hua is not affected by the outside world at all, he likes to sit on the chair, shrink his whole body, only show a tail, as soon as someone comes, put the tail away, turn the chair, and watch the windmill whirring in his hand.

His world is very simple, there is no black, there is no white, only Fang Rong, and the things that Fang Rong gave him are all treasures, even if it is a stone, it must be hidden and not let others touch it.

A couple of scientists pointed to the messy prison and said to the new keeper, "Wash him, it stinks." ”

Because of the extra attention, a new breeder was specially arranged to come over, but this breeder was different, he didn't need to do anything, just write down the signs of Fang Hua's activities every day, and he seemed to know a little bit of medicine, and he also knew a lot about mutants, and he had to check the food that Fang Rong sent in every time.

The keeper nodded, flatteringly sent the scientists away, and one of them pulled the hose and rushed it towards the cage.

The cage has three layers, one is made of bulletproof glass, one is made of iron cages made of special materials, and one is like a wall, which firmly encloses him.

The momentum of the water pipe is very strong, and it rushes down from the surrounding walls layer by layer, and the corners and corners are not let go, because the water pipe is a bit heavy, this work is a little tiring, and the keeper who wakes up can't do it, so he is called to come and help.

Fang Rong excused himself and didn't give up, so he hugged the water pipe and passed, the cage was very simple, there was not even a bed, only a chair that he put in by himself, which became all Fang Hua's entertainment, shrinking into the chair every day, protecting his windmill, and now it was no exception.

Because the water in the hose was too strong, it rushed to the chair where he was sitting, and turned the chair around, and Fang Rong could easily see him open his clothes, stuff the fragile windmill into his chest, and carefully protect his two arms.

However, the water is pervasive, no matter how tightly he protects it, it is still a mess, the silver-white hair sticks to his face, and the white chin is still dripping, Fang Hua looks sad, he seems to be very sad.

Strange, sad this kind of feeling, how can he understand?