Love your pet egg

Song Yang's personality is very lively. He pulled Eleven to look at him curiously: "I heard that you can breathe fire in your body. Is it true? Can you show us? You are the first one we have found with supernatural powers." people..."

Han Zheng squeezed away the nagging Song Yang, and said to Eleven pretending to be deep: "Comrade Eleven, in view of the evolution of your body, we must send you to the capital as soon as possible..."

Han Zheng only spoke half of what he said. Eleven raised his eyelids to see him turn around and leave. He turned his head and pointed to his nose in astonishment and asked Song Yang, "What does he mean?"

"Boss," Song Yang said with meaningful eyes, "He doesn't seem to like you very much!"

"Nonsense!" Han Zheng glared angrily, "Didn't you see him rushing over to hug me just now? The kid is shy. His little face is thin-skinned..."

Han Zheng turned to Chen Fang, hiding his embarrassment with a straight face: "How many people are there in total? In the next half month, we will search the whole process, and the rest of the survivors will also be sent here, and the headquarters will dispatch The plane came to pick up..."

Chen Fang nodded again and again, and hurriedly called everyone to announce the news.

There were no idlers around, and the SEAL team members immediately revealed their true colors.

"Boss, have you known this child for a long time? Why did he hug you when he saw you? He turned his face immediately after hugging you. Could it be that you are old lovers?" He Shuyan asked first.

"Damn it! People like Boss have old lovers, no wonder the end of the world is coming!" Song Yang said in disbelief.

"It's obvious that the boss abandoned him from beginning to end. He didn't even shake hands with you, and he didn't even talk to you. I always knew you were a beast, but I didn't expect you to be such a beast!" AK also looked contemptuous.

Han Zheng felt that his temples were throbbing, and he kicked each of the three: "Fuck you! This is the first time I saw him. You have been with me for so long, have you ever seen me bully a beauty? He is still so beautiful of?"

"I've seen it!" The three said in unison.

"See your grandma's legs!"

Han Zheng was very depressed. For some reason, there was an indescribable feeling of suffocation in his heart. The surprise when the boy saw him for the first time was unmistakable. The eagerness in his eyes made Han Zheng's heart soften almost instantly. But then the bleakness in his eyes was also true. After such a change, Han Zheng understood after a little thought that this child had admitted to the wrong person.

Who did he identify himself as?Was he disappointed to find out he wasn't that person?

Who could make him show such joyful and warm eyes?Those eyes can be interpreted as longing for admiration, or passionate lovesickness.

Which one is he?

Although the team members were teasing and running on their boss, they knew in their hearts that Han Zheng couldn't have anything to do with this boy. First of all, although Han Zheng was a gay guy who liked pretty boys, he had always only taken advantage of his lip service, and had never treated him well. Which one really did it? Secondly, Chen Fang and the others boasted that young man's abilities so amazingly, and they have seen the power of Thunderbolt Pearl with their own eyes. If Han Zheng dumped him, he would have been blown out of his body and ascended to heaven. up.

Han Zheng stood with his arms crossed for a while, his eyes shifted to the front not far away, Eleven was called back to play marbles by the group of children again, but he was obviously not as focused as before, and he didn't lie down on the ground anymore, it wasn't his turn When he was young, he squatted on the ground with his hands on his chin to watch other children hit him, but Han Zheng could feel the boy looking at him from the corner of his eye.

All right, kid, you've managed to pique my interest.

Han Zheng walked over and squeezed out what he thought was the most charming smile. He and Eleven squatted together: "I heard that you made a lot of thunderbolt beads. They are really powerful and easy to carry and use. Can you help us again?" Serve some?"

Eleven hugged her knees and silently moved a little farther in the direction opposite Han Zheng.

However, Han Zheng's thick-skinned skills are beyond the reach of a child. He took small steps and squatted next to Eleven. Eleven raised his face and looked at him with a cautious and prudent expression.

When Han Zheng met the innocent and clear eyes of a small animal, he felt his heart stop suddenly. There was a strange feeling, as if an electric current had hit his nerves, causing his whole body to go numb.

I'm lying down, I seem to be in trouble!

Han Zheng unconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest. In order to hide the inexplicable throbbing, he bumped the child with his shoulder with a smirk. Eleven unexpectedly leaned back and sat down on the ground.

He squatted firmly on his buttocks, and there was a sound, which knocked Shi Shi into a daze.

"Hey!" Han Zheng quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, "My child's foot is not very stable, he fell so easily, get up quickly—"

Eleven pursed his lips, shook off Han Zheng's hand and stood up on his own, Seventh Brother would never bump into him like this, this person is definitely not Seventh Brother...

Han Zheng saw him pouting, and a blush appeared on his porcelain-white face. He knew it was annoying, and he was thinking of remedial action, when Song Yang came over again: "Eleven, your Thunderbolt Bead It’s too hanging, do you have any more? Can you give us some more? We still have to go to other cities to continue our missions, if we have this thing, it will cost us a few more lives!”

Eleven nodded, flipped his hands over and filled a handful of small steel balls, and he poured them all into Song Yang's hands, saying, "I have many of these, as many as I want."

"Ah?" Song Yang was shocked, "How much do you want?"

"En!" Eleven took two quick steps and entered his tent. He remembered that he had a small iron bucket there, which was used when he went to catch fish with the children, but it could hold thunderbolt beads.

"As much as you want..." AK stroked his chin thoughtfully, and looked at Han Zheng, "Boss, this kid is a bit strange!"

Han Zheng also frowned slightly.

Eleven quickly walked over with a small iron bucket. Han Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at the boy. He was dressed in red and black pants, with a straight back, fair skin, delicate features, big round and bright eyes, as beautiful as a painting. It's like stepping out.

When he walked towards Han Zheng, he still avoided Han Zheng's gaze, but it wasn't because of guilt or timidity, but with a faint sadness that Han Zheng couldn't understand. It trembled slightly, as if a soft little paw was touching Han Zheng's heart.

Like a ray of light, it hit Han Zheng's entire chest unexpectedly.

"Here!" Eleven put the keg in front of Song Yang, and the seals were dumbfounded.

A bucket full of small steel balls, roughly estimated to be more than tens of thousands, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to be made fresh, but Chen Fang also said that when this boy appeared, he didn't even mention it alone, and he didn't even have a bag on his body. If there is no back, where did he put these things?

"Wow!" Song Yang looked like a country bumpkin who saw a big city for the first time. He picked up a handful of steel balls and let them slide on his fingertips. "So many! If I run out, will there be any more?"

Eleven nodded.

Song Yang's words seemed heartless, but they were actually probing. An unidentified young man was carrying so many high-risk weapons. Several team members exchanged glances. Although Han Zheng was reluctant to doubt him, he still Follow the usual question: "Is Eleven a local here? Where do you live? I'm going to Kyoto soon, do you need to go back and pack some things?"

Eleven didn't look at Han Zheng, but lowered his head and remained silent.

Well, this offended people to death, so Han Zheng had no choice but to look at He Shuyan.

He Shuyan then smiled and repeated Han Zheng's question, and Eleven really answered: "I'm not from here, and I don't need to collect things."

"Then where are you from?" Song Yang asked.

The young man pursed his lips slightly, and looked at them with big eyes blinking: "Do you have to answer?"