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The era of subhumans is reviving.

11：00。

Zuo Ji put down the research introduction at hand, rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, the sunken window allowed him to see Si Lan standing on the balcony. It was already completely dark. He put down his book, opened the door and walked out onto the balcony. The resurrection restored his eyesight to normal human standards after eons of years. You don't have to wear heavy glasses anymore.

"What are you thinking?" He came to Slan's side and glanced at the high-purity wine in his hand. The wine has a golden sheen. It's what Zuoji taught Mei Li. So everyone in the Research Tower fell in love with this "juice".

"I want to kiss you." Silan said half-jokingly. Zuo Ji was stunned for a moment, his mind couldn't turn for a moment, and then he turned his head mechanically and said stiffly, "Don't be kidding. ”

Slan smiled at his face and took a sip of high-purity "champagne".

"What's going on?" Zuo Ji felt that there was something unusual about Si Lan recently. In the days after receiving his ID card, he was in high spirits all day long, and Zuo Ji didn't even know who was the one who actually got the ID card. Lately, however, he has been a little too worried. Si Lan supported half of his weight with the railing, looking at the jungle of metal that made Zuo Ji marvel no matter how many times he looked at it. Under the bright lights, the jungle looks strange. He waited for a while before he said, "Zuo, I'm going back to my family." ”

Zuo Ji was a little confused. He'd been here for a long time, perhaps to take care of his emotions, and none of the small research team in the research tower had raised questions about their families. It is only now that he realizes that he may be implying that he is trying his best to ignore the topic of his loved ones.

He thought a lot of things in a split second as if he were suffocating. It seemed to be at this moment that he realized that these people around him would not be together forever, and that these people were not just his own. Each of them has his own family and partners. And it's all human. Slan was an aristocrat who had parents, siblings, and a fiancée. When Zuo Ji confronted the problem, he realized that he had nothing.

This empty hostel doesn't even belong to anyone here. He doesn't have anything of his own, not even this era belongs to him.

Confused, Zuo shifted his head from the angle facing Slan, towards the outside of the railing. The railing was high, a little too high for him. It all seemed to tell him that nothing here was for him. He does not belong to this era, he does not belong to this world.

Slan suddenly pulled Zuo Ji's shoulder and took him into his arms. Slan's embrace had always been very hard, different from Merry's cautiousness. The left trace was crushed with some pain. Slan's wide palm pressed against the back of his head, burying his face in his chest. "Left, what I just said is true."

Zuo Ji was a little weak, he didn't even want to struggle, and was silent blankly. Slan didn't belong to him. Slan has a world of its own. Left Trace is a sub-human, not even belonging to the race of Slan.

"—I want to kiss you." Si's blue-gray eyes were a little illusory under the starry sky, and he forced Zuo Ji to look at him, so that he could see the calm and resoluteness in his eyes.

"What?" Zuo Ji said coldly and took a step back. He pushed Slan away, never before had he felt so strongly at a loss and bewilderment. The chasm between him and Slan makes him realize that he can't even be sure if he'll be able to find someone he trusts in this strange world.

"I want to kiss you, Zuo." Slan took a step closer to him. Zuo Ji hurriedly stepped back: "Don't be kidding! ”

"No, I don't," said Slan, "I need to go back." It means family. They haven't done that in decades. I have to go back once. You'll have to wait for me. ”

Zuo Ji clenched his fists, restraining himself from yelling at him. Slan grabbed his fist and said, "I'll have to talk to them." You'll have to wait for me. I don't want you to get hurt. You'll have to wait for me. Si Lan repeatedly said, "You have to wait for me", and that unquestionable tone made Zuo Ji gradually change from annoyance to confusion. What did Slan want him to wait for? No matter what he wants to talk to his family, they are his family. The left trace is not.

Si's blue-gray eyes stared calmly and resolutely at Zuoji, and he slowly bent down and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Zuoji's head. However, the left trace "snapped", and it seemed to be reflexively opened. Even the left trace froze for a moment.

Slan didn't move again, he kept his hands off him, just poking his cheek to the left. Left trail took a step back, to the end. He pressed against the wall, and the heart in his chest began to beat wildly, again and again, louder and louder, like a drum. The tip of Slan's nose touched the tip of his nose, and the soft lips were imprinted on the left lip. The left side of his lips had been felt many times, but none had left his mind blank and his whole body hot and limp. His dizzy brain made it impossible for his eyes to see anything, and Slan just pressed against him, then slowly probed his tongue in. The clenched fists on the left side had no strength, and the wet palms only made him feel stuffy. Except for his lips and cheeks, no part of Si Lan's body touched him, but Zuo Ji felt that his whole body was enveloped by the other party's aura. He felt suffocated. He lifted his head, unconsciously opening his closed teeth, and he was covered in fine sweat as Slan tangled his tongue.

Left traces were full of gray eyes and silver hair, and Si Lan whispered, "You have to wait for me......"

After Slan left. Zuo Ji's eyes were still wide open, and it took him a long time to break free from the void. As if he had just come ashore from the water, he took a big breath and slid down the wall little by little, his legs bent on the ground. The left hand touched the cold ground. He lifted up and touched his lips, and shook his hand away as if it had been burned. He could feel a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to wipe it off with his hands, let alone lick it. His lips and tongue froze at the same time as Slan had left him.

The moral outlook on life erected hundreds of millions of years ago...... All collapsed.

Liu Xuling frowned and stared at the information on the screen in front of him. Nothing special. Slan Inaisi, a lucky featureless race, nobleman, viscount title. This man's rebellious heart is not the same as that of ordinary nobles. Unwilling to be a nobleman, he went to work as a researcher, and not long before he was involved in a case involving subhumans. But not long ago, this person took away a sub-human under Liu Xuling's nose.

This is a normal human being, a little deviance is almost a common problem of nobles, but he happens to be on the side of the sub-human who is at the forefront of the fire. What Liu Xuling didn't understand was that this person didn't show much interest in electronic information processing in the first half of his life, his only interest seemed to be subhuman, and he almost avoided politics like a snake and scorpion, why did he appear in the virtual game of the Silver Eagle United Republic?

Liu Xuling was almost obsessed with that "Z", and Wei Ya's repeated provocations and questions made his curiosity about "Z" continue to swell. He remembered what Custer had said when he came to his grandfather. The □□ of the war between Silver Eagle and the Empire is subhuman.

Even if he was no longer interested in subhumans, Liu Xuling still began to understand the information of subhumans.

Liu Xuling's eyes were imprinted with the light of a scrolling screen. He hadn't paid attention to the subhumans before, but now that he was looking for information, the huge information processor in his room, which covered the entire wall, was starting to work.

"Civilization of Hundreds of Millions of Years Ago", "The World's Best Elves", "The Most Difficult Brain", "A New Human Race", "The Gulf of St. Desa", "Research Institute", "No. 1 Subhuman Elf 'King'......

Liu Xuling suddenly realized as if he had come to his senses, and that he had missed one of the most significant changes in humanity that was taking place in the outside world. This time it is not the same as the usual Imperial News "xx plant gene modification" and "xx marquis broke out a shocking corruption scandal" and so on. The existence of sub-humans has caused a frenzy that will never be easily extinguished—as long as sub-humans exist in this world and have not lost their ability to reproduce.

The amount of news about sub-humans, whether they are public or hidden in the research institute, cannot be underestimated, Liu Xuling opened the electronic notes, and finally began to face up to sub-humans.

The slender and huge airship landed in front of the gate of Imperial Capital 31. "Please show proof of visitor." The mechanical electrical sound rang out from the door before it could settle down.

"Slan Inais." Slan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being treated as a visitor.

"Voice recognition passed, mechanical recognition passed, iris authentication passed. Welcome, young master. The door slowly opened, and Si Lan pushed the hand-controlled gear, and the aircraft slowly drove in. Slan jumped out of the ship and asked the robot attendant to park his ship in the garage.

This is the second time in thirty years that Si Lan has re-embarked on this black and white marble corridor. The ornate decorations symbolizing the nobility on both sides are as good as ever, and they are not the slightest difference from the memory. The mechanical butler moving in front of him led him towards the main hall with the gift that Si Lan had brought back. Silan only symbolically brought back some decent gifts that were often given by the nobility. Just like he usually did with other nobles.

The familiar door soon appeared in front of you.

"Passed. By access request, please enter. The mechanical butler's red eyes scanned, and the door opened. As always, in a low-key and luxurious style, the middle-aged man who barely looked old sat behind the rare mahogany desk in an intricate identity dress. The dark faux-wood metal bookshelves shimmered with a cold, hard, gray light. The dark red carpet has turned a deeper scarlet hue here, and the intricate patterns of the family crest are tattooed. The irregular walls on all sides are hung with portraits of their ancestors and some of the precious collections and relics. This room with a strong sense of heaviness made Si Lan immediately feel restrained when he entered the door. This is the impression he has left since he was a child. But he knew that the battle he was going to fight with his father would not allow him to be inhibited.

Slan looked directly at the man's face. He has a gray-blue iris similar to him, half-white, neat short hair, and a majestic face that resembles seven or eight points. He bowed respectfully to the man covered in the Medal of Honor, performed a noble salute, and said, "I'm back, father." ”

The heavy door closed slowly.