The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Soon the day came when ten groups of aliens from the outer cities gathered together to attack Eclipse Moon.

Deng Shentong did not go to the combat center, as he had already foreseen their failure.

He already knew all the information about Eclipse Moon by heart, and was just waiting for news from Zhu Zheng to send him to lead the Celestial God Squad for a second encirclement and suppression campaign.

The eclipsed moon is nothing to be afraid of, but there is a person behind it that Deng Shentong must pay attention to: Gao Changkong.

Therefore, before Gao Changkong exposes himself, he cannot make any wrong steps.

He sat in the flower garden in his yard, quietly closing his eyes and resting.

This is a luxurious and spacious greenhouse flower garden.

It is built with thermal insulation glass on all four sides, presenting a transparent hemisphere, like a garden of European nobles. The temperature here is kept at more than 20 degrees, and all white roses are blooming inside.

The weather is very good today, and the bright sunshine shines here unhindered. The beautiful and spectacular sea of ​​flowers is like a dream, and it is like a paradise on earth in this doomsday of ice and snow.

When Deng Shentong was a child, he lived abroad for a long time, where countless white roses grew.

When he returned to his country, he brought back many rhizomes and flower seeds and spent a lot of money to build this greenhouse flower garden.

Even when the end of the world comes, this place has always been well maintained, with dedicated people taking care of it and pruning branches and leaves every day.

Whenever he has free time or needs to think, he comes here to sit.

Smelling the scent of roses brings peace of mind, reminding him of his childhood in the beautiful countryside amidst a sea of ​​flowers, a carefree time.

An uninvited guest came to the entrance of the flower garden, and the scene in front of him made him open his eyes slightly wide.

The temperature in the flower garden was pleasant. Deng Shentong was leaning on a bench, wearing a luxurious white silk shirt. The slightly open collar revealed a sense of laziness.

His body was well-trained, and his long legs were wrapped in straight suit pants, which were casually crossed, with a half-opened book placed on top.

His beautiful, slightly curly silver hair cascaded down, scattered on his shoulders, or fell behind his back, sparkling in the sunlight.

Deng Shentong was seen with his eyes half closed, his long, curly eyelashes drooping, his expression serene, and his profile as beautiful and impeccable as a sculpture.

Amidst the sea of ​​white roses, he seemed to be emitting a holy silver glow, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Zhang Yi stood at the door in a daze. For a moment, he felt as if he had seen the angel that symbolized light in Western mythology.

It seemed as if white wings would grow out from behind Deng Shentong and he would fly away in the next moment.

At this moment, Deng Shentong noticed Zhang Yi's gaze. He turned his head slightly and the two of them met eyes.

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Deng Shentong's eyes were very clear, and it seemed that no dirt could be hidden in them.

Seeing that it was Zhang Yi, he smiled slightly and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Yi just reacted and greeted Deng Shentong, saying, "I heard from the servants that you were here. I'm free so I want to chat with you."

Deng Shentong placed the open book on the round table beside him, with a half-drunk cup of coffee on top.

This place was exclusively for him, with only a white bench. He patted the empty seat next to him and said, "Come and sit down. Let's talk."

Zhang Yi came over and sat next to him. The small bench was immediately occupied by two adult men, making it seem a bit crowded.

The familiar smell of Deng Shentong's perfume entered Zhang Yi's nose and mixed with the scent of roses in the garden. Only then did he realize that it was the same smell.

"Captain, are you working? Am I disturbing you?" Zhang Yi said with a smile.

Deng Shentong glanced at Zhang Yi. Why didn’t he think this guy was so polite before?

He shook his head and said, "No, sit here and read a book." He casually pointed to the book on the table.

Zhang Yi took a quick glance and found it was a book about flower cultivation: "You know how to read this kind of book.

"What?" Deng Shentong took a sip of the half-cold coffee and chuckled, "Are you surprised that I'm watching flower planting?"

Zhang Yi smiled, nodded and said, "Well, I always feel that people like you should be reading some research reports or profound poems or songs."

Deng Shentong has the aura of a medieval noble youth, extremely elegant, and always makes people feel that he is perfect.

"Haha!" Deng Shentong was amused by his words: "I'm not as serious as you say. I'm not much older than you."

Zhang Yi is about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and although Deng Shentong is over thirty, he is still single. Both in appearance and mentality, he is very young and you can't tell that he has been baptized by the years at all.

"But you are right."

Deng Shentong suddenly stood up, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a slender, white wrist.

He walked aside, picked up the kettle from the gardener's stand, and watered a white rose.

Zhang Yi looked at his bony fingers.

The hands were very beautiful, with fair skin with a light blue hue, as if they were born to play the piano keys instead of tending to flowers like a florist.

Deng Shentong noticed Zhang Yi's undisguised gaze and said with a smile, "Do you also think that my hands should be used to play the piano or practice calligraphy?"

Zhang Yi nodded subconsciously.

Deng Shentong finished watering and put down the kettle. He picked up a piece of silk cloth and wiped his fingers carefully, saying softly: "Actually, I know all of these. Including the poems and songs or famous works you mentioned, I have read them countless times."

“No one really cares what I like, they only care about what I should be like.”

He bent down and sniffed a blooming white rose, and a few strands of silver hair fell on the side of his face.

"I am the heir of the Deng family. The wealth, power, status, and my supernatural powers were all given to me by them. Therefore, I also want to become the Deng Shentong of the Deng family and the captain of the God Squad in Blizzard City."

"Sometimes I envy you. You can do whatever you want to do and refuse if you don't want to do it. You don't have to care about other people's opinions."

Zhang Yi didn't expect to hear Deng Shentong's monologue, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

It was true that he once hated rich boys, but he forgot that behind the wealth, how many of them had a free and comfortable life.

"Captain, you..."

"Oh, it's okay." Deng Shentong waved his hand. He picked up the flower planting manual on the table and put it neatly back on the gardener's rack.

He smiled indifferently: "At least I can plant flowers here freely now. As for people, as long as they become powerful, people will naturally care about their preferences."

Deng Shentong looked at the white snow outside the flower garden, which contrasted sharply with the spring flowers inside.

He couldn't help but murmur, "After the apocalypse, compared to those ordinary people, we are already living a good life. Why would we be so sad?"