Blame him for being too pretty

He's hand was only one centimeter away from the button, a muffled gunshot rang out suddenly, and then the bionic heart above his knee was clearly on and off twice.

The Flow Silver Stabilizer stopped working.

The bionic man, who was struggling non-stop, was silent and turned into a pile of immobile iron.

Song Yuhe was stunned.

A few drops of silver were splashed on his face, and his eyes met the bionic man whose eyes were wide open but stopped functioning, and he didn't react until Qin Xian pulled him away.

Qin Xian looked him up and down anxiously, and he was relieved when he found that he was not injured. He said angrily, "How can you go up and restrain him?! Didn't you see that even the security guards dare not approach him without tools?!"

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly: "He... is dead."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around fell silent and looked at him in astonishment.

Bionics have always used the term "dead", and no one has ever used the word "dead".

Not caring about other people's expressions, Song Yuhe broke away from Qin Xian's hand, and slowly walked towards the bionic man, his face full of incomprehensible confusion.

Just like the bionic man in "Heart", why can he dig out his own heart without blinking?

Song Yuhe, who was raised by bionics, has a way of thinking that is incompatible with everyone else.

At this moment, the bionic man on the ground suddenly gave a few rapid alarms, and then exploded suddenly amidst a burst of screams.

The eyes of Song Yuhe who was closest to him widened suddenly.

The surrounding time seemed to have stopped, he could see the white flocks formed when the liquid silver on the bionic man exploded, and he could see the parts of the bionic man scattered around.

In a daze, he seemed to be in a circular claustrophobic cabin, where countless streams of silver formed a breathing living cabin.

He gradually moved forward in a twist, and seemed to be retreating, but he no longer had any perception.

Until a violent weightlessness came, Song Yuhe didn't know how long he had fallen, his whole body was numb, as if he heard a deafening crash through the glass.

His head seemed to have been knocked somewhere, the pain was unbearable, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

In the end, he heard another explosion of streaming silver that was close at hand.

When the little boy woke up from his lethargy, the surroundings were barren, and the debris formed after the explosion of Liuyin was as light as a feather, and it was too beautiful.

Same as this time.

Countless white flocs slowly form feathers, like a river slowly flowing and floating around.

Song Yuhe looked at it in confusion.

The memory is gone in a flash, but in reality, less than half a second has passed.

Song Yuhe was immersed in the memories amidst the screams, until he hugged himself with both hands and threw himself forward, the two of them fell to the ground in embarrassment.

At the same time, the sound of an explosion resounded through half of the corridor.

It turned out that the place where Song Yuhe was standing was completely scorched black.

Song Yuhe's back hurt a little, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

In a river made of feathers, Bo Qiao, who came from nowhere, turned pale, and hugged him tightly with both hands.