Xia Yue did not answer the middle-aged man with the same surname, but looked at the woods outside the window with a serious expression. The woods were blocked by the canopy and the light was a little dim. She felt that the dimness was as heavy as her mood, heavy as her own...

...

Finally, Han Xinghai, wearing exoskeleton armor, appeared on the side of the window, and a pair of blade-like eyes stared at Xia Yue.

Han Xinghai, wearing exoskeleton armor, stood in the woods, and a ray of sunlight fell on him from the gap between the leaves, just like an ancient god of war.

The middle-aged man with the same surname held his breath and didn't dare to let out. He always thought that Han Xinghai had left, but he didn't expect that Han Xinghai was still next to him.

The atmosphere is depressing and dull.

The glass on the side was already thought that the hover car was twisted and deformed and broken and fell.

"You've been there." Xia Yue tried hard to pretend to be calm. In fact, her heart was trembling because she felt Han Xinghai's coldness from her heart.

This is a man who lacks awe of life.

This is an extremely dangerous man.

Suddenly, Xia Yue began to understand why Mr. Tong was afraid, because this man did have the capital that makes people scared.

"Yes." Han Xinghai's voice was cold.

"To wait for my attitude?"

"Yes."

"What if I still decide to kill you?" Xia Yue stared at Han Xinghai with bright eyes.

"It's okay, you can still decide now, and you can know the result right away." Han Xinghai's angular face had no feelings at all.

"Aren't you afraid that I will change my mind after cheating you and perfunctorily?" Xia Yue asked softly.

"Don't be afraid, because at most you only have one chance to deceive me."

"Did you always like to be so threatening?" Xia Yue's delicate body leaned against the twisted and deformed window ridge and looked at Han Xinghai.

"No." Han Xinghai shook his head.

"What would you do normally?"

"I will kill people who are threatening me directly."

"Why do you have a look at me?"

"Because...because..." Han Xinghai's originally cold expression stopped and his speech became stuttering. Even his body, which stood like a mountain, took a step back.

"Because of the dead Xia Yue?" Xia Yue felt a slight wavering in the steel-like willpower of Han Xinghai.

"……Yes."

"You regret killing her?"

"Yes." Han Xinghai looked dim on his face.

"So, are you going to open the door to me?"

"Yes."

"Do you like summer moon?"

"No." Han Xinghai shook his head.

"Oh... Then why do you regret it?"

"She is a genius, but I let a genius fall. Now, I don't want another genius fall in my hands." Han Xinghai returned to his calmness and said word by word.

"Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for you after I'm full of wings?"

"That's what happened later."

"Okay, you can leave now. You probably have sensed that I have changed my mind. I won't cause trouble for you... Do you want to know why I changed my mind?"

"think."

"You said you didn't want a genius to fall in your hands. I had the same idea just now. You are also a genius, and I don't want a genius to fall in my hands. Go, remember me, and hope we can sit down and have a good chat next time."

"Yes, as long as you don't want to kill me, you can talk about anything."

"...Are you so afraid that I will kill you?" Xia Yue burst into tears.

"So far, I have come into contact with many powerful people, but the two summer months have given me the strongest sense of crisis. Simply put, you are an extremely dangerous person. Perhaps, in a few years, I will regret not killing you today."

"Maybe...we are the same type."

"Maybe it. Goodbye! I hope you can let those refugees leave this damn planet as soon as possible." Han Xinghai turned around.

"etc."

Han Xinghai stopped and looked at Xia Yue.

"Kiss me."

"..." The expression on Han Xinghai's face suddenly became petrified.

"It's not easy to meet a similar person. I hope to have an intimate contact as a souvenir." Xia Yue closed her eyes slightly and waited for Han Xinghai's kiss, her face blushing.

"No." Han Xinghai shook his head expressionlessly and refused.

"Why?" Xia Yue opened her eyes and looked disappointed.

"I have a wife."

"But you kissed another summer month."

"She was before she died. If you made the same request before you died, I can satisfy you." Han Xinghai said coldly.

"In other words, if I want to get your kiss, I have to die." Xia Yue laughed in silence.

"Yes."

"Have your lips been gilded with gold?" A hint of mocking appeared on the corner of Xia Yue's mouth.

"We don't need to argue about something like this, I'm leaving."

"etc."

"..." Han Xinghai frowned and looked at Xia Yue. He was a little impatient with this endless entanglement.

"Do you have any other identities?"

"have."

"Can you tell me?"

"Boy of Stick." Han Xinghai said his identity frankly. He had no need to hide it, because Xia Yue would eventually know his identity as a boy of Stick from Belia.

"Ah...you...are you a wooden stick boy?" Xia Yue was so shocked that she couldn't stop talking.

"Yes."

"I...I am your fan..." Xia Yue looked at Han Xinghai in a daze, her eyes lit up. At this time, the middle-aged man with the same surname looked at Han Xinghai in shock. He never dreamed that the young man in front of him was the famous wooden stick boy in the seven major star fields.

"Thank you." Han Xinghai was not surprised, because he had too many fans in the seven major star fields.

"If you don't kiss me, can I kiss you?"

"……no."

"Please..."

"Let's go." Han Xinghai turned around and strode away. His movements seemed slow, but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dark woods and disappeared.

"Stingy!"

Xia Yue patted the broken window and scolded.

Seeing Xia Yue losing her composure, the middle-aged man with the same surname who had been silent breathed a sigh of relief. He felt Xia Yue's anger, but it was anger of a young daughter, not anger of killing people.

For middle-aged men with the same surname, Xia Yue is the manifestation of a human being, not a machine.

In the eyes of middle-aged men with the same surname, whether it is Xia Yue of death or Xia Yue in front of them, they are all an efficient killing machine. They never care about other people's lives, or even their own lives. Now, the human nature of this "machine" has begun to awaken...

...

Instead of returning to Gao Yong's home, Han Xinghai found an empty factory as a temporary destination.

Han Xinghai summoned the orcs.

The moment the orc was summoned, Han Xinghai was in a daze. He found that the orc seemed to be changing all the time. The armor it covered outside its body became smoother and smoother. Even the battle traces left before had completely disappeared, like a brand new mecha that had just come down from the assembly line.

Han Xinghai discovered that the changes in the orcs are not only self-healing ability, but also color.

The orcs in the past looked extremely dazzling in the blue color, but the orcs nowadays have obviously dimmed in color, with dark blue color, and the exquisite workmanship gives people a low-key luxury.

Obviously, the orcs, that is, the critical point, have been evolving.

"Queen Bee."

"exist."

"Can you get into the Singularity Network?"

"able."

"Ah... why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask me."

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