The four main characters are all my followers

As the music of "Victory" sounded, Bian Ruofei and Brent breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and stretched their bodies slightly backwards.

"Win!" Brent cheered.

"Do you still fight?" He looked at the blond young man next to him with bright eyes.

"I really won't fight this time," Bian Ruofei shook his head, he stretched his waist, "You can queue alone at night. Want to have dinner together now?"

"Okay," Brent was slightly disappointed, but then pulled himself together and said firmly, "I don't want chili for dinner then."

"That depends on the person who cooks at night." Bian Ruofei looked at the silver-haired young man who was following him, "What are you cooking tonight?"

"Mr. Yuan cooked Chinese food," Elvis said.

"Huh? Is he here to cook tonight..." Bian Ruofei was a little surprised, because Erythronia is usually in charge of the daily routine.

"Well, Mr. Bertram is also waiting for you to eat together." Elvis said honestly, without trying to hide anyone's name.

Bian Ruofei put away the cups and plates of afternoon tea.

"Let me get it." Elvis took the initiative to lean forward and said in a calm voice.

"This kind of trivial matter, I can do it myself." Bian Ruofei didn't have the problem of being spoiled, let others clean up his cups and plates, even if the other party's attitude was very natural, he was still a little embarrassed.

If this happens at home, his mother will definitely judge him as a lazy pig.

"Captain, help me see, which equipment should I choose?" Brent suddenly said.

Bian Ruofei was distracted by his voice, subconsciously looked to the side, and Elvis beside him took the opportunity to take the tray.

"...Thank you." Bian Ruofei said slowly, and turned to look at Brent's question.

They walked down the stairs, Bian Ruofei leaned in front of the boy's screen, "You take out your shoes first, then..."

The night was quiet and peaceful, and Elvis silently followed behind the two, his eyes resting on the boy named Brent for a moment.

It wasn't because he was uneasy about his relationship with Bian Ruofei, but because of another beast-like intuition, which made him wary of this seemingly harmless boy.

Bian Ruofei thought that Samuel would not appear at the dinner table after the conversation that could almost be regarded as a quarrel during the day.However, the other party was able to calmly wait there for dinner.

Even after seeing Brent following Bian Ruofei, the expression of the necromancer did not change much.

Most of his face was hidden under the hood, and he sat slowly on the chair, calmly watching the three people file in and sit at the dining table.

Gen Zero lifted the heat preservation cover and asked, "Do you need me to heat it up again?"

Bian Ruofei tested the temperature: "I feel just right, if it's cold, I can heat it up myself."

The atmosphere of the dinner was not rigid, but among the people present, only Bian Ruofei and Elvis really needed to eat.

Yuan Zero is an artificial intelligence. Although it has the function of eating, the energy obtained from the food cannot maintain the operation of his body for a long time. He mainly converts energy from the grid and sunlight.

As for the undead master Samuel, his body structure changed slightly after he fell into the abyss. Whether it was an innocent and pure soul or an undead full of evil, it would be his favorite food.

Brent is a Zerg, and he had a full meal before entering the human base, and he will not be hungry for a month.

He doesn't mind trying human food though, except chili.

He has never had the concept of eating without talking or sleeping without talking, and the position he chose was beside Bian Ruofei.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Brent swallowed a mouthful of potato stew and asked the people around him.

"Want to double row with me?" Bian Ruofei's eyes fell on him.

"Let's go together." The impact of the game on him is obviously quite heavy. Brent, who originally only knew how to fight into the enemy group alone, now has the consciousness of forming a team.

"Hmm... I may not be free tomorrow," Bian Ruofei said, "Maybe you can try solo queue?"

Although he enjoys the game, he has not yet reached the level of an Internet addicted teenager.

"Fine then." Brent reluctantly accepted his suggestion.

That night, Bian Ruofei and the others returned to their residence.Samuel didn't know where he went, only Yuan Ling followed Bian Ruofei.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" the artificial intelligence with dark blue hair opened its mouth and asked.

Bian Ruofei paused when he took out the key to open the door, and he looked at this young man who was taller than himself strangely.

The other party's expression was as calm as usual, and the tiny codes in the pupils seemed to be dotted with silver meteors.The question just now seems to be just inadvertent, and even the actions at the moment are impeccable.

"Did you know that when humans are nervous, they will make various small movements, such as covering their mouths with their hands, or touching their necks, and their eyes wandering." Bian Ruofei said, "You don't have any of these behaviors."

"But the more perfect you are, the more abnormal you will be." The blond young man moved closer to him and met his gaze, "I remember that before, when you spoke, you always lowered your eyelids slightly. Now you are deliberately observing my facial expressions..."

He didn't continue talking, because Yuan Ling turned around at this moment, raised his hands to cover his ears, as if as long as he couldn't hear, he wouldn't be exposed.

This move made the artificial intelligence, which seemed to have no emotion, seem alive, showing a rare childishness.

Bian Ruofei was amused by him.

He tiptoed and tugged at the other party's sleeve, trying to make people put their hands down, "Okay, okay, I was just joking, I didn't expect to guess it right."

The two almost quarreled for a while before returning to the door.

"Actually, there is nothing else to do tomorrow, but Mr. Che said he wanted to do my manicure." Bian Ruofei sighed.

That was when a meeting of the Allied Army had just ended and everyone was there.Bian Ruofei himself couldn't figure it out, he didn't plan to stay in the Utopia base for a long time, but others still regarded him as an important companion.

"Hey, I suddenly remembered, since you joined here, have I not done your manicure?" The gorgeously dressed man with a retro airplane head suddenly raised his chin and squinted at the man sitting in the last seat. Bian Ruofei who wanted to stand up from his position.

Hearing this, he immediately raised his head, and politely refused: "It should not be necessary, and most girls may prefer this kind of decoration, can you ask Sister Hongyan?"

Bian Ruo flew to look in the direction where the woman was sitting, but Hongyan covered her lips and smiled: "My slave's fingers are naturally dyed by the girls in the store, so you don't need to trouble Qing'er."

Che Qing'er said: "That's right. Besides you, almost all other members of the Alliance. Army have experienced my craft. Whenever you are free, you must come."

"But..." Bian Ruofei tried to struggle again.

"Why, you have a problem with me, that's why you don't want to come?" Che Qinger's eyes seemed to flash a little fire, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you, I will give nursing care to the members of the Alliance Army for free .”

Bian Ruofei looked around and tried to ask for help, but Margery coughed loudly a few times and lowered his head to fiddle with the gun on his waist. Bu Le suddenly became interested in the wooden patterns on the table and was observing carefully, while Hong Yan He stood up straight away, pushed open the door of the conference room, "I still have something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

Under Che Qinger's stare, the blond young man finally twitched his mouth and agreed.

"—That's how things are." Bian Ruofei told the young man in front of him the whole story.

The two sat together in the shared bedroom.

Yuan Ling poured him a glass of water from the side, and put it on the bedside table next to Bian Ruofei.

"I didn't want to talk about it at first because I didn't want to go." Bian Ruofei picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"Then, can I accompany you tomorrow?" Yuan Ling looked up at the young man.Recalling what the other party said to himself in front of the door, he quickly lowered his eyelashes again, and stopped watching the micro expressions on the other party's face.

"Of course. I won't restrict you." Bian Ruofei said, "I didn't care about Samuel not coming home every night."

Mentioning him, Bian Ruofei thought of the daytime debate again.Although he regarded the protagonists as "children" when he wrote the essays, these powerhouses who have reached the peak in various upgraded essays must be richer than himself in terms of age and experience.

What Samuel said was not a joke. After all, he came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and he must wait for the opportunity to move.

If you knew the finale, you should let the other party overturn BE.Such a thought suddenly flashed in Bian Ruofei's heart, although he would not do this, he just thought about it.It is harder to get Bian Ruofei to go back and revise his essay than to make him earn 1000 million.

His sudden silence made Gen Zero think he was lost.

"Samuel doesn't deserve your sorrow," he said.

"Do you think I'm sad?" Bian Ruofei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't think so, I'm just like the elders who have to make everyone lie down in bed at night."

the other side.

Brent, who actually lived in the dormitory of the Self-Defense Forces, did not stay in the room obediently, but ran to sit on the stone pier in the yard.

The Zerg didn't need too much sleep, and as soon as Brent sat down, he opened the game in the communicator.In the cool night wind, the blond boy lowered his head and stared at the screen intently, and started a new round.

However, with more defeats and fewer victories, the result of Brent being more and more frustrated is that the sky gradually brightened.

Unknowingly, the game in front of me has turned into being forced to hide at home, staying at the last garrison, and struggling to resist the enemy's invasion.

Brent frantically clicked his fingers, trying to clear the line of soldiers, and was only close to keeping his own home!

The next moment, the screen of the communicator suddenly went out.After working hard in the middle of the night, it finally failed to sustain the last bit of power and turned off automatically.

The young Zerg finally couldn't control his emotions. With a slight force of his fingers, two cracks appeared on the originally smooth screen.

In this era, the screens of the communicators are tempered and reinforced with special technology, and only people like Brent will accidentally crack the screen due to emotional excitement.

With a gloomy face, he put the communicator in his pocket and walked to the dormitory.At this time, it was just past eight o'clock in the morning, and the man who got up the earliest bumped into him at the door. He was glanced murderously by the Zerg, and he stood stiffly in place.

It was so scary, it felt as if he was going to be killed in the next second.

The man touched his neck and was relieved to realize that he was still intact.

What are you doing, so angry early in the morning.He secretly cursed inwardly.

Brent's task today is to follow the Self-Defense Forces on duty, which is a day shift.The night shift finally had a rotation after he stayed up all night.

He changed into the issued uniform, casually fished out a dilapidated Zerg detector from the weapon rack, and followed the team of five out.

The task is to point the instrument at the ground and follow each block to detect whether there are traces of Zerg infestation.Insects are very good at burrowing into the ground, and the damp and dark environment in the soil is favored by most of the Zerg.

Their evolved shells can evade radar, so only special instruments can be used to conduct manual inspections, whether there is mucus of special substances or tunnels of unknown origin underneath.

The high-level Zerg himself patrolled with the team all day bored, and has no interest in this kind of boring detection task.

As long as he released his tentacles a little, he could sense the Zerg within a radius of ten miles.Therefore, this kind of activity that wastes time knowing the answer makes Brent even more impatient.

The blond boy took out the communicator that he had trampled on from his pocket.

He came out before charging, and now it is no different from a brick.Brent put it back again.

Brent slowly lagged behind. He turned the corner boredly, but met an uninvited guest who looked very familiar.

"Yo." He greeted.

The hooded necromancer stood at the junction of light and darkness in the alley, holding a huge scythe in his hand, with a murderous look on his body.

"Good afternoon." He smiled cruelly.

The young man standing at the entrance of the alley showed the exact same expression as him, and opened his mouth and said, "I just happen to be in a bad mood, so you came at the right time."

"Not pretending now?" Samuel said.

"It can't be used here, let's change to another place." Brent threw the detector on the ground casually.

"Right on my mind."

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Che Qinger made an appointment with Bian Ruofei in the afternoon, and after confirming the time, Bian Ruofei had lunch with Yuan Ling at his residence and set off.

That maverick man opened a grocery store in the streets and alleys of the civilian area.

Everything is sold here, from second-hand hair dryers and hammer wrenches to nail patches and lipstick.Behind the simple curtains in the store, there is even a place where you can take a photo of your head.

When Bian Ruofei came here, all kinds of goods on the shelves were crowded and stacked there, and there were also a variety of small objects on the ground.

This reminded him that in his own time, it was popular to bury loved ones for a while, and there were many shops like this that could take photo stickers.

"After finishing this, go to Brent to play games." Bian Ruofei casually said to Yuan Ling beside him.

The time they chose was the afternoon of a weekday, so there were not many customers in the store.Sitting behind the counter, the man who was carefully waxing his airplane head in the mirror didn't notice the two of them until they came up to them.

"Come on, hurry up, sit on the sofa here." Che Qing'er immediately stood up from her seat and greeted enthusiastically.

Bian Ruofei sat there according to his instructions.

And Che Qing'er finally noticed the young man who was following him.

His eyes lit up: "Your friend also wants to do nail art?"

"Ah no..." Before Bian Ruofei finished speaking, he was stopped by the other party's next sentence.

"He can do it, but he has to pay more." Che Qing'er said sophisticatedly, looking critically at Yuan Ling a few times.

"No, he just came to accompany me." Bian Ruofei hastily clarified.

"Oh, it's all right." Che Qing'er didn't bother to give Yuan Ling another look for a moment, he took out something like a picture book from the drawer, and placed it on the blond young man's lap, "See what you want What suit?"

Bian Ruofei carefully opened the swatches on the spine of the book that were almost falling apart, and when he came, there were all kinds of nail samples neatly spread out in front of his eyes.

The young man watched in silence for a long time.

"Have you chosen?" Che Qing'er came back after helping the two customers check out, but saw Bian Ruofei's expression as if he was making an important decision.

"Not yet..." Bian Ruofei seemed to be a subordinate who was being asked about the progress by his boss. There were too many choices in front of him, which made him dazzled.In fact, he didn't want to do his nails.

No matter what I think, I am not refined to that level!

"I don't know how to choose?" Che Qing'er rolled up her sleeves, revealing the special cyan tattoo on her forearm, and she looked quite professional.

"This is the color of cherries, and rose is also good..." He pointed to the most gorgeous fiery red, "And this, the most eye-catching and my favorite color."

Che Qing'er stretched out her hand, the red manicure on her five fingers was so bright, "Or, do you want to be a cat's eye?"

Bian Ruofei felt circles like mosquito coils popping out of his eyes.

He begged for help and looked at Gen Zero who was standing by the shelf waiting.

Naturally, this artificial intelligence did not live up to his expectations. He stepped forward, and his eyes fell on the various armor plates on the model.

He barely paused too much, and said softly: "The base color is black, how about adding golden cat eyes? It will match your hair color better."

The database of artificial intelligence has everything, including aesthetics and design.

"Just follow what you said." Bian Ruofei himself can't pick anything anymore.

Damn, he's a man who will go straight to the seat when he enters the mall!Every time he went shopping before, he and his father would sit side by side on the stool, waiting for his mother to pick things up and carry the bags.

Bian Ruofei put his hand on the pillow of the small table, while Che Qing'er laid out professional-looking bottles and jars, as well as various tools.

Yuan Ling sat on the stool next to him, waiting for Bian Ruofei.

"How long does this usually take?" Yuan Ling asked the manicurist.

"Half an hour, it's not difficult to do." Che Qing'er said lightly.

"Are you going to do something later?" Bian Ruofei asked.

"No," Yuan Ling lowered his eyes, staggered his gaze, and looked down at the other party's hands that looked quite fair under the light, "I just want him to take his time and help you be more serious."

"You're so concerned about this." Bian Ruofei didn't feel anything at all, "Actually, whatever you want is fine."

"Don't worry, little brother, I will definitely make your friend quite perfect, after all, I have been a technician for 20 years." Che Qing'er said with a smile.

Inside the empty and wide ruins of Utopia.

The abandoned land can't be seen at a glance, and there are ruins everywhere.The majestic god statue that originally stood on the highest point of Utopia, at this moment, only left some fragments on the ground where the prototype could not be seen.

Violent collision sounded here one after another.

Brent was surrounded by a dense army of skeletons. He recklessly attacked, and with the huge dust raised, countless bones fell to the ground.

However, these undead creatures were spliced ​​back together afterwards, turned into a movable skeleton again, and attacked Brent tirelessly.

"Tsk, where did you hide?" The blond boy showed an impatient expression, his azure blue pupils seemed to have turned into vertical pupils at this moment, and canine teeth were exposed under the corners of his mouth.

"Come out and fight, coward!" He wandered around among the many skeletons, but he couldn't see the cunning necromancer left or right.

The skeleton in front of him is quite difficult to deal with, and it will be reassembled if it is broken up.

"Since you don't want to come out, then I'll just crush these things into powder, and I'll see how you recover." Brent violently moved to the side, using a physical quality that is definitely not human. Eight meters long cement slab.

He lifted the thing high, without any effort, only the depression where his feet landed on the ground proved how much gravity he had endured.

Brent jumped up, carrying the cement slabs, crushing the skeletons one by one under the fierce impact.

Samuel stood behind a half-collapsed wall, silently observing the scene.

As long as it is a living thing, there will always be a time when its physical strength is exhausted, and his ability is not only to control undead creatures, but also to weaken it silently. The sickle in his hand also has top-level "blood-sucking".

Samuel's wireless headset hanging on one ear made a sound. Such a highly technological thing did not match his style of painting, but it did appear on the man.

"There is still half an hour..." Samuel's expression finally began to change.

Holding the eye-catching scythe in his hand, he finally appeared in the sight of the blond boy.

Inside the grocery store.

Although Che Qing'er said it was half an hour, in fact, his technique was very skillful, and more time was spent drying the glued fingers under a special lamp.

It took him only 10 minutes to complete the entire process.

"Are you satisfied after taking a look?" Che Qinger asked with a smile while putting away the tools.

"It's pretty good." Bian Ruofei said in his heart that he has no aesthetics.But the color does look very black in the second grade, "Thank you. Can you go straight after finishing?"

"Of course." Che Qing'er said, "I have to go to the counter to pay someone. If you have something you like, just pick it up. Brother will give you a discount."

Bian Ruofei took out the communicator and checked the time.

"Let's go." He said to the blue-haired young man next to him. "Yesterday, Brent kept clamoring for me to take him to play games. He should be off work now."

After he took two steps, he felt that Yuan Ling seemed to be pulling the corner of his clothes.

"and many more."

Bian Ruofei turned around suspiciously, "Do you have anything you want to buy?"

Genzero's expression was flawless: "I want to try that with Master."

The artificial intelligence robot, which looks like an ordinary person, pointed to the concealed curtain.

"Group photo?" Bian Ruofei raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man thoughtfully.

"All right, let's go in," he said.

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