Sudden HE with the villain

100 years ago, human experiments prevailed.

The experimental subjects injected with various drugs gradually showed dehumanized characteristics. Later, the experimental base was destroyed and several experimental subjects escaped.

Later, the non-human appeared.

There was no expression on the plane, and the page in his hand fell to the ground lightly, like a dead butterfly.

Inhumanity is a huge lie.

The "racial dispute" that has been fought for 100 years is actually one's own people fighting against their own people.

This is the truth.

"So," Professor D crossed his hands and leaned halfway on the back of the chair, showing a trace of fatigue, "Xia Queqian gave up his research, he thought they were here for revenge."

Inhumans have reasons for vengeance.

They are the victims, and humans, instead, become the perpetrators.

What's even more ridiculous is that, as the perpetrator, he evasively chooses to forget.

Qingping thought, what is it that she insists on and what she wants to protect?

She killed so many evil spirit Rakshasa, no, she killed so many people.

She is a bloody executioner.

Fortunately, her mood is no longer fluctuating.So she just thought this way, but there was no disturbance in her heart.

She bent down to pick up the paper, shook it twice to remove the non-existent dust, and slowly pressed it under her hands, "Where's the medicine?"

Professor D was a little surprised, "You're not surprised at all? Did you already know that?"

"What is the medicine used on non-humans?"

Professor D's face was gloomy, "You should have used it many times, it's an emotional suppressant."

Qingping nodded.She has indeed used it many times.

"Has the general used emotional suppressants many times?" Lin Han asked suddenly in the lounge.

He Chuan took a sip of tea, his eyes were a little vague, "Yes."

Lin Han sighed, "If you want to persuade her, that's not a good thing."

"It's too late." After He Chuan said, his eyes stared blankly at the front, and he was a little absent-minded.

After that day, a crack clearly appeared between Hechuan and Qingping.

She understands that in the last days, human life is as humble as dust, and no one can protect anyone all the time.

But she still couldn't help it, and a trace of resentment developed.

Why are they all dead, and you alone are alive?

It's despicable to think this way, but people are used to shifting the responsibility to others.

She forgot who they were taking the medicine for, and deliberately avoided being the one who should be responsible for protection.

She just couldn't help thinking, why are you still alive alone?

Qingping seemed to be guilty, and tolerated her malice a lot, but this attitude became a ghost in her eyes.

And the most unbearable thing for her is that every midnight, a word will appear in that person's mouth.

"moon."

Yue, Gu Xiyue, that bloodthirsty Shura.

The murderer who killed Zhao Hua, Liu Lan, and Mo Yinchen, their enemy.

He Chuan stood in front of the bed and looked at Qingping.

There was a fine layer of sweat on this man's forehead, his brows were tightly knit together, and there was no blood on his pretty lips.

The frosty moonlight fell, the breeze blew the curtains, and the woman's hair trembled slightly.

"Month, month..."

He Chuan clenched his fists tightly, veins emerged on the back of his hands.She wanted to slap this person awake, wanted to beat her hard, and wanted her to forget about that bastard.

But soon, she turned her attention to Qingping's drip.

One month later, Qingping raised his eyes, saw that there was only half a bottle of medicine left, and asked in a low voice, "What did you add to my medicine?"

He Chuan was expressionless, "Inhibitor, you should forget about that monster."

Qingping closed his eyes, opened his pale lips, but made no sound.

"And the medicine is three-point poisonous." Lin Han's eyes were full of concern, "Using the inhibitor for seven consecutive days is a lethal dose."

He Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth, "I killed her with my own hands."

Killed her only relative in the world.

But He Chuan didn't know, when the potion mixed with inhibitors entered Qingping's body, she already knew it.The system told her.

"Actually, I'm very weak." She turned her head to the direction of the drip, her eyes were scattered, and she seemed to be looking farther away. "Maybe, I'm really not suitable for this task, and I can't save anyone."

"It's just a task." The system was silent for a long time before softly saying, "You've done enough."

Haiyan Heqing?

Qing Ping returned the materials to Professor D, and couldn't help thinking, what exactly is Haiyan Heqing.

She saved humans, so what about non-humans?

She thought of the three Rakshasa that she beheaded at Tayun University.

The father's limbs were cut off by her ice blade, the belly of the pregnant mother was cut open by the Tang knife in her hand, and the newborn child exploded in the air.

What she did was no different from Gu Xiyue's.

"What are you going to do? General." Professor D lowered his glasses, and the lens flashed coldly. "To be honest, I'm very curious about your choice. Xia Queqian chose to give up human beings, what about you?"

Qingping walked over, "Give me that medicine."

Professor D sighed, "This medicine can make your abilities evolve again, but after using it, your body won't last a day."

Qingping took the medicine and put it in his arms, "It's enough."

She walked out of the institute, and He Chuan and Lin Han were waiting for her at the door.

"where are you going?"

"Private business."

Qingping ignored them and drove the aircraft to the unlit area.

The unlit area looked even more desolate, the streets were empty, and she was the only one left.

When I fought with Yinsheng five years ago, the piece of land that was opened has not been repaired, and it is placed there in darkness, like an eye that refuses to close.

The tavern was full.

Many people punched wine loudly, while others sat alone and drank silently.Nonhumans have surrounded this lonely city, and this is probably the last carnival.

When the chestnut-haired Xiaoying saw her, he still waved with a smile and poured her a glass of sake.

"What about Shunfeng Ear?"

Xiaoying nuzui, "Here, over there, he hasn't woken up since the fall of Yangping."

Qingping walked to the corner and sat in front of the drunk man, "Do me a favor."

Shunfeng's ears were red and his eyes were hanging heavily, as if he didn't hear, he drank drunkenly one after another.

Qingping sat for a long time, saw that he was not awake, and was about to get up and leave when he suddenly heard him say: "I am not a good father."

Shunfeng paused, and continued: "I didn't protect them well."

Qingping's body froze.

"When I left Yangping, she was only two years old. She was fragrant and soft, and she still called me daddy..." Shunfeng burst into tears, her voice was not abrupt in the noisy hotel.

Qingping sat and listened slowly to his venting.

After a long time, he wiped away the tears on his face and asked hoarsely, "What do you want me for?"

"Find someone for me," she thought for a while, then changed her words: "A Shura."

There was a desolate field outside Guanglin City, and the rakshasa demons walked past her back and forth, but none of them attacked her.

Qingping didn't know whether it was the man's order or the cause of the medicine five years ago.She didn't know why she came out.

Since the overdose of inhibitors, when her emotions have not fluctuated, everything follows rational actions.

But today's behavior is obviously irrational.

The decisive battle is imminent, non-humans are organizing the final blow, and human beings are also preparing to fight back desperately, and the battle of life and death is imminent.

And she, as a human general, hastily walked out of Guanglin, which can be said to be very impulsive.

Qingping didn't know why, but he already walked out, heading towards the direction Shunfenger said.

The wind swept across the field, and the dry grass fell to the side.

The woman is as beautiful as jade, and she looks out of place among the ugly and terrifying inhumans.

"Qingping, are you here to look for me?" A stiff mechanical voice came from behind.

Qingping slowly turned around.

Gu Xiyue is still the same as five years ago, but there is a glaring scar on her snow-white neck.She held a small machine in her hand and said on her behalf, "I've always missed you."

Qingping didn't speak, just looked at her with a cold expression.

They are not aliens, they are all human.

This was the first thing she thought of when she saw Xia Queqian's manuscript.

However, it's too late.

Gu Xiyue smiled, and a soft light flashed in his eyes, "I thought that the next time we meet, you will kill me again. I miss you every day, but I dare not go to you. Qingping, you will come to me, I really do happy."

Seeing that the man still looked cold, she couldn't help but take a few steps closer, but she didn't dare to get too close, "Qing Ping, have I found love? I dream of you every night."

Gu Xiyue's face was gentle, and her words were full of affection, but the voice coming out of the machine was stiff and dull.

She also frowned when she heard her own voice, pointed to the wound on her neck, and said, "Look, is it hard for me to speak now? In fact, I can heal this wound, but what you gave me, I want to keep it."

Qingping's eyeballs moved, and his gaze moved to her neck.

The person in front of her looked familiar yet strange, but after losing her emotions, this woman who aroused all her love and hatred became just a small point in Feng Chen's memory.

At this time, she seemed more like a ruthless Shura.

"Qingping?" Such indifferent eyes made Gu Xiyue a little flustered.

She originally thought that Qingping might look at her with eyes full of infatuation, pampering, remorse, and pain, and she loves eyes that are mixed with strong emotions, but now, there is nothing in these eyes.

Like snow-covered mountains and never-melting glaciers.

For Gu Xiyue, Qingping can love her or hate her, but he can't look at her indifferently.

She felt short of breath and her heart ached.

The breeze blows, and a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Gu Xiyue lowered her head and sneezed, her eyes were a little red.

Qingping straightened his hat subconsciously, then quickly withdrew his hand.

When Gu Xiyue looked up again, she could only see the back of the man turning and leaving.

"Qingping, do you hate me?"

The man didn't pause or answer, but his back was getting farther and farther away from her, and finally turned into a black spot and disappeared from her sight.And she stood there blankly, not daring to chase after her.