The living conditions of the original people were worse than Lynch imagined. The better original people were arranged by the government to live in a unified manner. More original people lived in slums like Lang Yan, and of course, there were a large number of original people.

The servants and slaves of the ancestors live in the ancestors' manor.

Stepping onto the slippery ground again, Lang Yan's heart was as quiet as water, but Lynch's face was uneven. Walls intertwined to isolate a dirty world. No one appeared in his sight, as if he was a dead one.

city.

"Don't worry," Lang Yan stood beside him and said softly, "They just hid."

Lynch blinked, and his mind was filled with tsunami, "I know."

When he was studying, he was alone and occasionally when he met a natural person, he would unconsciously avoid it. This was a tacit instinct.

The smell of rottenness was filled with the air. As the ancestral priest who was sensitive to senses, Lynch lowered his eyes and looked solemn, "It shouldn't be like this." Lynch repeated in a daze: "It shouldn't be like this."

Lang Yan raised his hand and whistled, "Come out."

No one responded, Lang Yan said again: "Do you think you can escape from the eyes of the ancestors?"

As the words came, figures slowly walked out of those dark corners.

It was densely packed, as if countless ants were suddenly poured into the ant hole that flowed into the water.

They kept their clothes to maintain the greatest cleanliness they could maintain, looked at Lynch in fear, calling Lynch "Sir."

Lynch took a breath and shook his eyes silently.

"Sir, we did nothing." Someone said in panic.

Lynch couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he turned around and walked out quickly. Lang Yan said to the panicked Yuan Ren: "Mr. Lin stands on your side, don't be nervous."

Lang Yan turned around and followed. Lynch's back stopped under a broken wall. The sky was blue, suppressing his dark suit, and the sunlight outlined a very neat silhouette.

Lang Yan wants to force Lynch, he can get freedom at any time. As long as he enters the world of data, he can be wind, clouds, thunder, electricity, and can be omnipotent when he calls wind and rain, but once he falls into a small world, he becomes a certain

A specific person has very limited abilities.

The small world has its own power, and even if it is a God, it is impossible to do whatever it wants.

Meet in the small world again and again, which is very good, at least you can see it, but this is not what Lang Yan really wants. He doesn't want Lynch to be bound to the small world again and again, and always treat himself as a foil.

tool man.

Lynch stood quietly for a long time, and Lang Yan kept looking at him silently behind him. Lynch, wake up, you can do it.

Ling Xuefeng is in a state of turmoil now. He wants to deal with Lang Yan but can't get rid of it. What's worse is that his estrus is almost impossible to suppress. The housekeeper strongly suggests that Ling Xuefeng chooses to accept marriages from other ethnic groups, which can solve Ling Xuefeng's estrus problem.

Second can alleviate Ling Xuefeng's embarrassment situation that he is under pressure from multiple parties, killing two birds with one stone.

Ling Xuefeng drank a glass of inactin, and his face turned cold like ice, "No need."

"gentlemen……"

Ling Xuefeng clenched the cup in his hand. He was absolutely rational and orderly. How could he make such a choice of surrender?

"Everything comes from that Lang Yan," Ling Xuefeng moved his fingers, allowing the powder to scatter in the air, "I have to deal with him first."

The housekeeper remembered his own reckless failure that night and advised: "That person's power is not what the original person should have. Sir, you must carefully consider the candidates for this matter and ensure that there is no mistake."

"I'll go in person." Ling Xuefeng said slowly.

The original people were indeed in a turmoil. Ling Xuefeng released so many original people. Those who were also slaves in the ancestors were still hesitating whether to raise a challenge, but they saw Lynch's speech on the screen, who raised the "abolition challenge"

——"Refused to buy and sell original people, abolish the challenge system, and give all original people a free home."

Someone has moved in and started cleaning up the original human area not far from the ancestral area. Those in the ancestral area can hear the lifeless original human area becoming more and more lively every day.

Thanks to Ling Xuefeng, he collected almost all the talents from the original people. Lynch randomly caught a few and asked them to rebuild the original people. Since those original people were raised by Ling Xuefeng, they have lost their homes. Now

After coming out, I felt like I woke up from a big dream, and refused Lynch's intention to take it in, and just went to build my own home.

Many things should have been played by Lang Yan, but Lang Yan pushed them to Lynch, "Whoever stipulates these things must be done by me, you can also try them."

Lynch was pushed into parliament at once.

The joining of hawks, which have always been radical and out of place, has caused great turmoil in the parliament, which has dominated the majority of the conservatives.

In the semicircular venue, Lynch sat diagonally opposite Ling Xuefeng. Behind them were representatives of other ethnic groups. Lynch was just a new arrival and was very popular. In addition, Ling Xuefeng's popularity has declined recently, and the two sides can still play a draw.

Ling Xuefeng looked at Lynch faintly, and from the moment Lynch sat down, his eyes never moved away.

Lang Yan sat next to Lynch. The two sat in almost the same posture. There were constant noises at the meeting. Lynch didn't speak much. He was more of a biting his ear with Lang Yan, looking very close and trusting.

Ling Xuefeng took an injection before going out, and the powerful hormone inhibitor made his hands and feet feel a little relish.

Lynch's expression was very relaxed, with a faint smile on his lips, and he seemed to have endless things to say to Lang Yan.

During the intermission, all the decent representatives of the ancestors couldn't help but get up and go to their restroom to rest. Lynch also stood up, Lang Yan protected him with one hand and walked forward.

He turned his face and smiled at him, and said to Lang Yan: "It's probably because of you here that things go so smoothly." There are more people who support him than they imagined.

Lang Yan didn't respond and pulled a representative who was about to pass through the steps above. He was one of the representatives of the herbivorous sect. Lang Yan was pulled and showed a puzzled expression.

Lang Yan put on an interview gesture, "Why do you support Mr. Lin?"

The representative of the herbivorous sect glanced at Lynch, stood up straight, cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Mr. Lin, I appreciate your gentle attitude towards everyone. I believe that people like you lead the whole world, this world

It will reduce those unnecessary conflicts. As herbivorous geniuses, we are also discriminated against by the ancestors of the carnivorous geniuses. To be honest, I am also more vigilant about the experiences of the original people. Their today may be our tomorrow.

, I hope you will bring us a different world."

The representative of the herbivorous pie has been hiding these words in his heart for a long time. Finally, there was a Lynch who could come on the stage to raise a fair scale. He was very pleased and bowed to Lynch, "Please."

"I will try it." Lynch bent back.

The representative of the herbivorous pie walked away, Lang Yan put his arm on Lynch's shoulder and whispered: "Things are going so smoothly because you have this ability."

Lynch turned his face to look at Lang Yan. The person who touched his heart saw through his inferiority and anxiety buried deep underneath, and encouraged him in this way.

Lynch smiled with teeth, and his eyes were filled with light, "Thank you."

Lang Yan hugged him, "Stay for a while and fight again."

There was a surveillance in the lounge. Lynch and Lang Yan just sat together and talked. Lang Yan poured him a glass of water and looked at him with his face. Lynch was holding a glass of water and drinking tea when he heard Lang Yan say, "Mr. Lin, what do you look like

Very handsome.”

Lynch held the teacup in his hand and stopped, his eyelashes flashed, his eyes drifted over, with a slight smile, "I'm not actually handsome, I'm very ordinary."

Lang Yan dipped some water in the cup of tea beside him and ordered some on the table.

Lynch knew what he meant, lowered his face and said slowly: "Double eyelids are not very deep, eyes are neither big nor small, nose is not flat nor straight, mouth is neither thick nor thin, very standard and very ordinary," he raised his head.

Eyelids looked at Lang Yan and smiled slightly, "It's probably the kind of face that makes people unremember when they meet."

Lang Yan was about to answer, the door of the lounge was knocked, and someone asked Lynn to do an interview, Lynn nodded and stood up, Lang Yan was stopped when he was about to get up, "Mr. Lin, there is a live interview over there, you are here alone

That's fine."

Lynch looked back at Lang Yan, and Lang Yan exchanged a tacit look with him. Lynch nodded with confidence, "Okay, then Lang Yan will stay here."

Lang Yan was the only one left in the lounge. Lin Qi knew that it was probably Ling Xuefeng who was going to attack Lang Yan. While he was nervous, he still trusted Lang Yan very much.

It’s not because he is the male protagonist that he believes in him, but because he is him. Those rules and characters are like black walls in the original human area, which should not exist.

Lynch took a deep breath and sorted out his tie to be interviewed on the live broadcast.

At the same time, Lang Yan in the lounge was relaxingly stretching his wrists. Come on, let Ling Xuefeng leave early. He can spend hundreds of years in this world with peace of mind. He will always let Lynch get out of that shackle.

As murderous aura as solid as it was slowly approaching, Lang Yan's mouth smiled.

Lynch, who was being interviewed, smiled gently and confidently, but his feet suddenly shook. He looked stunned. The reporter in front of him seemed to have no feeling at all and was still asking questions endlessly.

When Lynch suspected that it was his illusion, the face of the reporter in front of him was twisted for a moment.

It was a quick moment, but Lynch would never read it wrong.

"Sorry," Lynch instinctively felt something was wrong and interrupted the reporter's interview, "I have something to do to go back."

His heart suddenly beating very fast, and he was extremely panicked. Lynch was walking fast, and he couldn't help but want to fly. He knocked open the door of the lounge. With a "bang", the door was heavily thrown against the wall.

In the lounge, Lang Yan stood with his back to him, and a snow lion was lying on the ground. Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, "Lang Yan..."

The tall figure turned around, and the handsome face was broken in Lynch's eyes.

Lynch's consciousness was suddenly pulled out.

The last picture in his mind was a porcelain man-like mask split into pieces, and strings of black and white codes emerged from the gap.

"Quickly - the person is out, the emotions are over immediately!"
Chapter completed!