His Overlord Omega

Zhang Han froze in place, staring at the fleeting flash of lightning in the sky, still immersed in shock and unable to extricate himself.

"Yes, is it the lightning you summoned?" Zhang Han stuttered for some reason.

"Well," this is the supernatural ability given to Song Yang by the mission system.

Sensing that something was wrong with Zhang Han, Song Yang, who had just summoned the thunder to kill the enemy, touched Zhang Han's head and comforted him softly:

"You don't have to worry about it. First, he only exists in our brains in the form of brain waves, and has no real life. Second, I killed him with my own hands. I did it all. It has nothing to do with you, understand?"

"En." Zhang Han nodded again and again, but the corners of his eyes were red.

Song Yang has such a powerful ability, he was useless when a group of betas surrounded him on the rooftop and slapped him, and he was useless when he was struggling on the fence of Nangong's house. Do you not want to harm the brain waves of life?

Such a gentle and kind person is willing to summon Tianlei for himself, and use the cruelest way to end the existence of that pervert. After that, he comforts himself in turn, Song Yang, why should he be so kind to himself.

Song Yang smiled and flicked Zhang Han's little head with his big hand, bringing Zhang Han back to his senses.

"Let's go, find a place to hide from the rain." Song Yang hugged Zhang Han to his chest.

"Hmm...what are you doing?" Zhang Han blushed, "I can walk by myself."

"Don't be brave," Song Yang said, "You have to walk down the ground as soon as the bleeding from the wound stops. What should you do if the wound recurs?"

Seeing that Zhang Han still wanted to hold on, Song Yang only said gently, "Be good, be obedient."

Zhang Han poked his little head back into Song Yang's arms, blushing and remained silent.

Song Yang looked around, they were now surrounded by continuous mountains, surrounded by dense pine forests, and there was no sign of human habitation.

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief. There was no human habitation, which meant that the smell of Zhang Han's pheromone would no longer attract those lunatic Alphas.

To hide from the rain, you have to find a cave.

Tonight is the second day of the three days mentioned in the mission. In other words, as long as the two of them survive the day tomorrow, the mission will be completed, and there should be no more dangers.

However, Song Yang frowned, why do these rolling mountains look so familiar?

The surrounding temperature was too low, even though he was wearing Song Yang's coat, Zhang Han still felt his body was cold, and he felt dizzy and had a fever again.

Zhang Han curled up in Song Yang's arms, and leaned against Song Yang's chest. Song Yang's chest was warm, like a small stove, and, for some reason, it seemed as if he could just lean on Song Yang. The heart can be at ease, just like a dream that has been going on for many years, finally found the outlet of the dream.

Zhang Han handed the coat he was wearing to Song Yang, and said tremblingly: "You are wearing too thin, too, too cold, put on your clothes quickly, I, I am not cold, cold... ..”

Song Yang looked down at the person in his arms. This person was so cold that he was trembling when he spoke, but he still insisted that he was not cold.

Song Yang said yes, but he didn't reach out to pick up the clothes, but hugged Zhang Han even tighter.

In the cold and rainy autumn wind, fortunately, I can bring him some warmth.

Song Yang stretched out his hand to touch Zhang Han's forehead, it was surprisingly hot, Song Yang's brows furrowed again in an instant.

I had to find a place to hide from the rain quickly, and I couldn't let Zhang Han get wet in the rain anymore. When Zhang Han got sick, he also felt uncomfortable.

It is strange to say that Song Yang Mingming came to this Marysu world for the first time, and he just set foot on this land of continuous mountains, but for some reason, he seemed to know the terrain here like the palm of his hand, seven With all the twists and turns, Song Yang hugged Zhang Han and found a cave where he could hide from the rain.

Song Yang picked up the dry and flat place in the cave and asked Zhang Han to sit down.

"Does it still hurt?" Song Yang asked worriedly as he rubbed Zhang Han's wound.

"It's much better. Look, the bleeding has stopped." Zhang Han forced a smile.

But for some reason, Zhang Han felt that he was really dizzy. He didn't tell Song Yang, and Song Yang was not a doctor. Telling him would only make him worry in vain.

This is actually the side effect of the beta who wanted to do something wrong with Zhang Han and gave Zhang Han too many powerful hemostatic drugs, but Zhang Han was in a coma at the time, so he didn't know anything about it .

The rain outside became lighter. Song Yang braved the rain and went out of the cave. After a while, he came back with a large bundle of branches.

Zhang Han asked him suspiciously, "What is this for?"

Song Yang piled up the branches methodically, and said, "I want to try to make a fire, but you still have a fever, I'm afraid you will freeze to death."

Hearing this, Zhang Han got up and helped him set it up.

After the pile of branches with ventilation gaps was set up, Song Yang asked Zhang Han to stand back a little bit. He wanted to see if he could control the ability of arson.

Zhang Han poked his head aside, watching expectantly.

Song Yang held his breath, thinking about the things that made him angry, and trying to focus all his attention on his hands.

With a bang, fire burst out from Song Yang's hands, and the dark cave was instantly illuminated by the fire.

Song Yang tried to ignite the pile of branches with the flames on his hands.

The branches had been soaked in the rain for too long, and they were wet and not easy to ignite. Song Yang was not in a hurry, and continued to dry the branches.

Finally, the branches burst into flames.

Zhang Han's face was pale, and he came over tremblingly. He was very dizzy, his body was cold, and he might have a fever again.

"Hey, take off your clothes," Song Yang said.

"Ah, ah?" Zhang Han was puzzled, stammered and blushed again.

"What are you thinking?" Song Yang said with a smile, "Take off your shirt, I'll dry it for you."

"Oh, oh!" Zhang Han hurriedly took off his jacket and T-shirt.

Zhang Han's body is thin, but his lines are not rigid at all. His upper body is thin and tender, which looks extremely cute.

Song Yang also took off his shirt, his muscular milk | white chest muscles were wet with raindrops, Zhang Han blushed and his heart beat, and he turned his head away.

Song Yang was drying his clothes, and the fire made a crackling sound from time to time, casting the shadows of the two on the cave|wall of the cave, which looked very large.

Even though he was already quite close to the fire, Zhang Han couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. It felt like every joint in his body was soaked in ice water, and the cold was piercing to the bones.

Zhang Han couldn't help getting closer to Song Yang, and then a little closer, Zhang Han subconsciously felt that Song Yang was like a small stove, if he got closer to him, his body would be warmer, and his illness would soon be cured... ..

Song Yang stared intently at the clothes being dried in his hands. He was worried that Zhang Han's clothes would be burned, so he paid extra attention and didn't notice Zhang Han's small movements.

Zhang Han stared at the pattering rain outside the cave with his eyes that seemed particularly empty due to his illness, and slowly leaned his head on Song Yang's shoulder, quietly lost in thought.

Song Yang's shoulders trembled imperceptibly.

That's great, Zhang Han stared at the dripping water at the entrance of the cave, and the ray of dawn that appeared outside the cave, and vaguely remembered a poem he had read:

"Now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, there are already stars on the temples. Sorrows and joys are always merciless. Before the first step, drip until dawn."

Fortunately, I am still young, and fortunately, I am not alone in the bleak rainy night.Zhang Han slowly lost his strength and closed his eyes very tiredly.

For the first time, white and flawless lilies grew around Zhang Han.

Lily means that Zhang Han is very happy.

As soon as Song Yang turned around, Zhang Han fell straight into Song Yang's arms.

Song Yang panicked, the person in his arms was terribly hot, he hugged Zhang Han tightly, and asked worriedly: "Zhang Han, Zhang Han?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Han murmured softly, so uncomfortable that he couldn't even lift his head.

"Baby, don't scare me, don't sleep, don't sleep, understand?" Song Yang spoke incoherently, he hugged Zhang Han tighter, trying to warm him with his own body temperature.

"Baby, just keep going, just keep going, my family will come and find us soon, you know?" Song Yang's voice trembled, almost crying.

"Hmm..." Zhang Han's voice was weak, barely audible.

Song Yang was almost heartbroken to death. Omega was delicate and frail, and his constitution was extremely poor. Now that Zhang Han was sick like this, he must be very uncomfortable. If he could, he would rather bear the pain for Zhang Han himself.

Outside the cave, the rain stopped, but the sun still didn't come out. The sky was gray and the temperature was almost lower than at night.

There were snowflakes in the sky.

It's September now, it's only the beginning of autumn.

Song Yang opened his mouth wide in surprise. However, this world has never followed the laws of physics. It is not impossible for autumn to turn into winter.

Song Yang shook the person in his arms lightly. He was afraid that Zhang Han would just fall asleep, so he thought of ways to attract Zhang Han's attention and cheer him up.

"Zhang Han, look, it's snowing."

"Hmm..." Zhang Han reluctantly opened his eyes, staring at the heavy snow outside the cave in a daze.

"Let me tell you a story, a story about me, do you want to hear it?" Song Yang asked.

"Think..." Zhang Han nodded lightly in Song Yang's arms, as long as it was about Song Yang, he wanted to hear it.

"A long time ago..." Song Yang began to speak.

"From then to now, to be more specific, it was 11 years, 6 months and 9 days. That day was the most difficult day in my life."

"Why..." Zhang Han's voice was hoarse, he was curious about what could make Song Yang remember the days so clearly.

A loved one died?When his mother passed away, Zhang Han didn't remember very clearly, so he was even more surprised, and even concentrated a little bit.

"It was evening that day, and I was walking alone among the rolling mountains and plains," Song Yang continued.

"I was tired from walking and felt sad, so I lay down on the ground, and then, big snowflakes floated in the dark sky, just like now."

"Why are you sad?" Zhang Han murmured softly with his eyes closed.

"Because that day, I suddenly thought of a person. We once watched the moon, counted the stars, and chased the dandelions flying in the sky together in that mountain field."

"But later, he left, and I was the only one left in the place. In the cold sky, the stars and the moon disappeared, and the dandelions followed him. Only the snowflakes in the sky were still with me, covering the sky. The whole mountain..."

In Song Yang's arms, Zhang Han moved the corner of his mouth with difficulty, revealing a faint smile, as if an old friend reunited, or an old acquaintance in a foreign land, Zhang Han's voice lowered, "I think about it." It's..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Han finally fell into a deep sleep.

Only the beautiful lilies are lush and the valley is fragrant...

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