“Look, you are hopeless.”

Lu Feng frowned slightly. After a long time, he typed out one word on the interface and sent it. “Ugly.”

There was a brief silence.

The doctor, “……”

The doctor, “……”

The doctor, “……”

The doctor told him, “You’re truly good.”

Lu Feng let go. An Zhe held the communicator and watched with a smile. He thought the doctor should’ve known—he had already guessed it a long time ago.

After the ‘Bell’, many people voluntarily accepted some certified and safe frequencies. Some people grew wings, some people gained the ability of photosynthesis and of course, some had harmless rejections. A few sporadic ones got nothing despite fusing with the frequency.

However, Lu Feng refused this type of thing. Of course, the reason wasn’t what the doctor mentioned. Lu Feng didn’t care about the pedigree of his bloodline being contaminated by monsters. The real reason was simple.

Lu Feng thought that these monsters, or heterogeneous species, were very ugly. He could coexist peacefully with the humans in the research institute who had fused with other genes but letting him grow something else was impossible. He was disgusted.

An Zhe put the communicator aside and looked up at Lu Feng’s face. The angle was just enough to see all the details. Lu Feng had an unforgettable face but few people would look carefully at his facial features. More people didn’t even dare look directly at this face.

An Zhe thought that his eyebrows and eyes were the best. They were beautiful and bright, like the cold and clean wind on top of the mountains in the Abyss. He reached out to touch the colonel’s long, thin eyebrows. When making the doll in the past, Boss Shaw would repeatedly look at the blank head of the doll with only the eyebrows and hair implanted in it and would sigh admiringly.

Further down, there were the narrow and long dark green eyes half-covered by eyelashes. The shape was clear and cool and An Zhe could vaguely see his own reflection inside. An Zhe felt that if a human looked like this, he really had the qualification to abandon all things ugly.

Looking down at the communicator, the doctor’s latest message was, “Then do you mean I don’t look good?”

The colonel didn’t reply.

An Zhe turned back to look at Lu Feng and leaned into Lu Feng’s arms again. He didn’t know why, he just wanted to do this. He was a bit groggy. Lu Feng drew him closer and asked, “What’s wrong?”

An Zhe shook his head. Then he suddenly remembered a question. He stared at Lu Feng and didn’t speak.

An Zhe was a mushroom who often went to bed early and woke up early. His eyes were black and white, bright and clear. Now it was different from its usual peacefulness. There was an extra layer of fog and wetness.