I am a god in script killing

Chapter 171 Doomsday Wailing (41)

Touching on this kind of problem, Luo Yan cast a cold glance at Bo Jun, then turned and left.

Bo Juan could only hold the white tiger in his arms helplessly and sigh: "Look, the child also has a bad temper when he gets older. He was so good and easy to coax before."

I said it once.

Bai Hu patted the back of her hand, as if he wanted to hold it, it was soft and warm.

"Luckily I won't have kids."

Bo Juan's thoughts ran thousands of miles, and when he suddenly said this, 069's data fluctuated for a moment, making him dumbfounded.

But before he could give a response, his communication system kept ringing:
"69, come here, I have something to do."

"217?"

069 glanced at the signal source, thought for a while and logged into the system center.

Bo Jun has the data he assigned here, he knows everything, so you can rest assured.
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When Mu Lin came back, only Bo Jun and Bai Hu were left at home.

There were signs of someone sitting on the sofa, but he didn't pursue it, and he knew that he was thrown out on purpose.

"Where are you going next?"

He asked, Bo Juan drank the herbal tea, bitter words lingered on his tongue but it was not cold, and he smiled as always:

"Go to the human survival base and find someone."

"Well," Mu Lin sat next to her, "Okay, who are you looking for, do you want me to help?"

"It's okay, someone will help you." After Bo Jun finished speaking, he was silent for a moment. "I said I would bring you into the human base to fight for the initiative. This way it will be easier for you to do scientific research, and those people in the base will also use you."

"No need." Mu Lin looked at the water stains on the table, dipped his fingers in it and drew a circle, "I didn't have any ambitions in the first place."

Bo Jun opened his mouth, and finally nodded silently.

"Don't be like this, Brother Juan," Mu Lin laughed, "You give me the feeling that you are sorry for me."

"The pie I drew for you," Bo Juan said without a smile on her lips. It was rare to see her in this state. "Now I seem to have a serious illness."

"puff……"

Mu Lin laughed: "Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups, so it doesn't mean that I also have a serious illness."

"It's okay, Brother Juan." Seeing that Bo Juan was still unhappy, Mu Lin sipped the water in his hand and looked into her eyes seriously and gently, "I couldn't get out if it weren't for you, so there's no need to tell your brother Lin this. "

"and……"

Looking at the twilight outside the window, Mu Lin saw the distant mirror reflected not far away, and his heart was clear:
"We struggled to escape the shackles and wanted to be free, so there was no need to be restrained and looked down upon by others.

"I don't like to be chosen and dominated by others. I want to choose the life I like, whether it is scientific research or wandering, as long as I am a free person."

Bo Jun looked at him, and remembered that when they were shoulder to shoulder, the two of them were watching the vast sky from the fence, and the birds flew across the wilderness, leaving behind a gust of wind.

I want to live.Too many people in the doomsday say that, and too many people in the research center say that.

I want to be free.Even in the last days, there are like-minded people who live for their childhood extravagant hopes and live freely.

- Choose for yourself.

"You can integrate into the survival base, and it doesn't matter if you are an experimental subject," Yin Lan said to Bo Juan when she finally left. "If you contribute to containing the virus, the higher-ups will help you, and the masses will accept you."

"We don't need to be 'accepted'," Bo Jun looked at her, his black eyes were clear and pure and firm, "We live in the apocalypse to control the right to choose, not to be dominated by others .”

"When this is done," Bo Juan came back to his senses and looked at the person in front of him, as if he saw another once clean and beautiful soul through Mu Lin, looking across time and encountering long-lasting memories, "we will leave. I don’t care about others, and I don’t care about others.”

She never had the chance to say these words, which led to many disasters in the future. Now she uses this illusion to make up for the regrets and mistakes that have been washed away by countless years.

"Brother, I've been waiting for your words."

Mu Lin responded and laughed.

(End of this chapter)