Jiang Fu raised his head slightly and asked calmly.
"I said, have you injected H6 medicine into Yuan Yuan?"
Zhou Zheng pinched his palm hard, nodded after fully waking up, and replied in a deep voice.
"It has been injected, but the H6 medicine after Amy has been improved many times, but it still can't fully work."
"Didn't Shi Sang's blood be drawn? Even adding the Zombie King's blood to the potion wouldn't work?"
"Not enough blood."
Jiang Fu opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn't understand what he said, and his blank expression showed a little bewilderment.
Zhou Zheng couldn't bear to look away, his heart felt sore, he gritted his teeth and repeated it.
"Shi Sang's blood is not enough. We just took three tubes and he escaped. The three tubes of blood were used for medicine experiments before and have been used up."
There was a momentary silence in the air, and the pervasive suffocation penetrated into the dull gap.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhou Zheng's heart softened, and he couldn't help but comfort him.
"Don't worry too much, the assistants are trying to find a way..."
"Draw Yuan Yuan's blood."
"What?"
Zhou Zheng thought he heard it wrong, so he raised his voice in disbelief and asked.
Jiang Fu stood up slowly, his smooth forehead pressed against the cold glass, his focused eyes still stuck to Yuan Chen's body, and he whispered calmly.
"Shi Sang told me before that people who have been bitten by the Zombie King will undergo completely different changes from others. Now that the Zombie King is dead, the zombies are safe, probably because something in Shi Sang's body about the Zombie King has transferred In Yuanyuan's body, so taking Yuanyuan's blood to study the medicine should have the same effect."
Zhou Zheng was dumbfounded for a long while incomprehensible, and then asked shyly.
"But... aren't you afraid that Professor Yuan won't survive the blood draw?"
Jiang Fu seemed to have smiled, but the smile was light and short, like a beautiful bubble that would burst in the blink of an eye.
"No, drawing blood is a good thing for Yuan Yuan. The transformation of zombies is carried out in the blood. Taking advantage of Yuan Yuan's large amount of blood before his complete transformation may slow down or even reduce the degree of zombie transformation. Coupled with the partial effect of the H6 drug, the final result may be better than we imagined."
After listening to Jiang Fu's meticulous explanation, Zhou Zheng was almost convinced.
It's just that he was still unable to make a decision, and after a long silence, he stared solemnly at Jiang Fu and asked for the last time.
"Have you really decided?"
Jiang Fu turned his head to look at him, the corners of his slightly raised lips were as casual as usual, overflowing with unbridled brilliance.
"Whatever I am afraid of, no matter what the result is, I can accept it."
Zhou Zheng looked at him firmly and said "OK".
Five hours later, the person who was originally unconscious was pressed against the glass, his golden pupils gleamed with light, his tall body bent slightly, and he leaned close to the glass to stare at the young man who was separated by the wall. His dull face showed no emotion at all. , the exposed fangs glowed with sharp light.
Jiang Fu stared intently at the tall man with innocent eyes, his thin white hand was pressed against the glass, just embedded in the wide palm on the other side.
"Can I go in and see him?"
"Can't!"
Realizing that his tone was too excited, Zhou Zheng slowed down and explained patiently.
"As you can see, although Professor Yuan has not completely turned into a zombie, he has grown fangs, and..."
He glanced hesitantly at Yuan Chen who was motionless, and continued to speak ruthlessly.
"And he doesn't seem to remember you."
Jiang Fu didn't have any reaction to this sentence, as if he didn't believe it at all, or he didn't care.
He withdrew his hand, glanced at Zhou Zheng, walked to the instrument openly and pressed the door open button.
Zhou Zheng's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all, but stood not far from the door with a tense expression, ready to counter Yuan Chen's alert posture at any time.
Yuan Chen's eyes were always glued to Jiang Fu, without any emotion or hostility, just like a newborn child full of interest and curiosity about his favorite toy.
When Jiang Fu opened the door and came in and was in the same space with him, his eyes moved slightly, like ripples on a calm lake suddenly being disturbed by small stones thrown at it.
But just for a moment, his face suddenly became fierce, and his tall body rushed in front of Jiang Fu in an instant, and then raised his sharp nails at that beautiful face.
"Jiang Fu!"
Zhou Zheng, who was always paying attention to his movements, immediately shouted anxiously, wishing he could break through the glass door and rush in directly, but no matter how fast he was, it couldn't compare to the danger that the two people inside were close at hand.
With the sound of tearing, Jiang Fu only felt a chill on his back, and then he was hugged firmly into his warm chest, followed by the sound of scorching breath coming from the side of his neck, as thin and dense as a wild beast patrolling its territory. Check the coverage inch by inch against the skin.
He turned his head slightly, and as soon as he moved, he was numb by the threatening roar in his ears. Yuan Chen's palm pressed his ups and downs and groped all the way down, as if he was searching for some kind of heart-pounding mystery. treasure.
But as soon as his knuckles touched the seam of his trousers, he was stopped by someone from continuing.
Yuan Chen lowered his head and stared at Jiang Fu, let out a low growl in dissatisfaction, and his golden pupils shone with a thrilling and sharp light.
Jiang Fu looked past him, looked at Zhou Zheng who was dazed outside the glass window, and then shook his head at him.
Seemingly unhappy to see Jiang Fu looking at others in front of him, Yuan Chen sideways blocked his sight, then frowned and stared at his white slippery body, clumsily tore off his blood-stained white coat and put it on him .
The familiar masculine breath surrounded him for a long time, Jiang Fu glanced at the torn and shredded coat on the ground, and there was a playful smile in his thoughtful eyes.
It turned out that he didn't like Zhou Zheng's clothes.
Tut tut, really...
Before he could think of a suitable adjective, the slight tingling pain on his neck brought him back to consciousness.
Yuan Chen reluctantly lowered his head and licked his naked/exposed skin. The newly grown fangs inevitably touched the thin skin. As long as it was a little deeper, he could bite through the obstacles and drink the delicious flesh and blood he dreamed of. .
But he tried his best to restrain the instinctive impulse of hunger, carefully and devoutly pampering this young man with black hair and red lips.
"Can we sit down, I'm a bit tired."
The young man spoke softly, his dark eyes were like radiant obsidian, and the dimple on his cheek was as sweet as a fruit candy.
Yuan Chen subconsciously poked his dimples, and the young man who was offended by the softness of his fingertips glared at him complainingly.
Yuan Chen took a breath, and there was a strong throbbing sensation in his heart, followed by a huge tingling pain in his temple, as if all the nerves were twisted into a twisted shape.
His back staggered as if it had been interrupted all of a sudden, his tall body tremblingly embraced Jiang Fu, and the broken pain that was gradually revealed overflowed from his low growl.
Jiang Fu, who was close to him, immediately noticed the change in him. He glanced calmly at Zhou Zheng who had turned his back, and stepped back to the glass door step by step supporting Yuan Chen's body. The hardness of the two eased the weight of both of them.
He breathed a sigh of relief, patted Yuan Chen's back comfortingly, and asked in a warm voice.
"What's wrong?"
Yuan Chen, who was buried in his neck, didn't make a sound for a long time, but the trembling frequency continued to increase, almost to the point that Jiang Fu couldn't even hug him. After hesitating for a while whether to call Zhou Zheng for help, Yuan Chen suddenly tightened his grip on him, roughly as if he wanted to rub his whole body into his own flesh and blood.
Caught off guard, Jiang Fu was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, he tightly grabbed Yuan Chen's collar, and murmured in a difficult voice.
"Yuanyuan!...you, you hug me too tightly..."
As soon as the words were finished, Yuan Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at him, a thick layer of black seeped from the depths of his golden pupils, like a deep sea that was about to rain, and the cracked lightning reflected an unfathomable and terrifying omen.
Jiang Fu was stunned.
He suddenly felt that Yuan Chen was awake at this moment.
And the facts proved his idea.
Yuan Chen lifted his chin lightly, his indifferent expression was covered with a deep haze, his voice was low and calm, but the extremely light and soft tone added a strange sense of charm.
"Do you still remember, when I won a request?"
Of course Jiang Fu remembered, but his jaw was pinched and he couldn't move, so he had to blink to express his acquiescence.
Yuan Chen moved his fingertips to his red lips, caressing carelessly, and a few seconds later, he spoke lightly.
"Then my request is, kill yourself."
"... woo?"
No matter how smart Jiang Fu was, he couldn't guess Yuan Chen's intentions for making this request at this moment.
Yuan Chen leaned over slightly, his warm breath fell on Jiang Fu's moist lips, and his intertwined gaze was affectionate.
"I'm about to lose my consciousness, Orange, I don't allow you to be with others. You kill yourself first, and then I commit suicide, okay?"
Jiang Fu almost nodded in agreement with his docile coaxing tone. He bit his lower lip, rubbed the tip of his nose against Yuan Chen's, and asked seriously in a low voice.
"Are you really willing to die for me? Right in front of you?"
How can it be.
How could it be willing.
Watching the picture of her lover losing breath in front of her, she can only think about it and feel a sudden pain in her heart, burning her heart and guts.
Yuan Chen stroked the back of his neck with his other hand, his face sank like water, without saying a word.
Jiang Fu fiddled with his hands persistently, imitating his previous movements, interlocking his fingers after searching for them, his obedient voice was full of soft smiles.
"It's not someone else, it's you. Don't worry, I will only be with you."
Yuan Chen stroked his black hair, his expression relaxed a little, his tightly pursed thin lips were silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth in a low voice, with unprecedented struggle and uncertainty.
"...I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."
"Will not."
Jiang Fu's answer was firm and pleasant.
"Yuan Yuan can't hurt me."