The villain's way to tame the protagonist

It is hard to imagine that Ming Furo would do such an unreasonable and irrational thing.

The woman was silent for a moment, then extended her hand to Anser.

"What's wrong?" Ansher extended his hand with some surprise.

Ming Fuluo looked at Ansel's hand in her palm, then looked at his face and said:

"Only now can I be sure that you are a thirteen-year-old child."

Her words made Anser laugh out loud: "But Ming Fuluo, you clearly - well, okay, I won't say more."

The threatening look in the other party's eyes made Anser just shrug with a smile and said nothing more.

"You're only thirteen, Anser."

After putting away the look just now, Ming Furo held Ansel's hand - of course she couldn't have any strange thoughts, and this attitude as if she was holding some tool also made the scene look not at all romantic.

She was just feeling the soft, immature touch in her hands, and whispered, "I was far inferior to you when I was thirteen, and I am still the same now."

"Hmm?" The young Hydra did not respond with a humble word, but raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't have to compare yourself with me, Ming Fuluo, I am special."

"I am also special to others." Ming Fuluo said calmly, "Since I can be compared with others, why can't I be compared with you?"

"There are people who can see a wider and more distant vision than I do."

She let go of his hand and said in a tone that was not reluctance but self-reflection: "If I don't chase after you, do I have to continue to regard myself as a so-called genius and not move forward?"

The blond boy supported his cane with both hands, looked into those purple eyes, and said with a smile: "So you want me to keep proposing more possibilities and more designs to put pressure on you and make you move forward?"

“That’s just part of it.”

Ming Fuluo turned her head away from Anser, returned to the processing table and started working again, saying:

"Because only in this way can I always be reminded of the gap between you and me, only in this way..."

"So that I can always remember that failing to realize your blueprint and wasting your talent is an unforgivable sin and blasphemy."

The etheric circuits engraved on the magic gold were as delicate as art. The sharp edge of the chisel mapped out the lines of truth. The creator turned his thoughts into reality, elevating the mortals and making ordinary things extraordinary... Ming Fuluo quickly got back into the state and threw herself into her never-ending work, and then -

Click!

"..."

The woman looked at the alchemical carving knife that shifted again, and veins on the back of her hand bulged faintly.

"install--"

"Aluo!"

Anser's cheerful voice interrupted Ming Fuluo's words. He laughed and grabbed Ming Fuluo's hand: "I think I know what you like. Come with me!"

"Anser, you——"

"I have a great idea. Come with me first and I'll tell you about it later."

“……”Ming Fuluo endured it for the time being and did not get angry.

This alchemy workshop, which has created countless miracles that are still unknown to the world, is neither in Hydra Manor nor in the headquarters of the Tower of Babel, but is located in the basement of an ordinary hut near the Alchemy Association.

Ming Fuluo didn't know what the meaning of Anser's doing was, just as she didn't know why Anser required that all new alchemical instruments invented must not have his name added as the creator, so that she had to claim that they were created independently.

Anser brought Ming Fuluo to the roof and motioned for her to sit down next to him.

Ming Fuluo just stood on the bricks and looked at Anser expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to hear what I've thought of?" Ansel, who had already sat down, raised his eyebrows and patted the brick beside him.

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, then frowned and walked to Ansel. After the invisible cyclone swept away the dust on the bricks and stones, she pulled her white coat closer and sat down next to Ansel.

"You'd better make sure what you think is true—"

"A Luo." The boy, who looked a little immature but already had the handsome temperament of a fascinating woman, turned around and smiled at Ming Fuluo:

"Do you like the sky?"

Ming Fuluo was stunned.

"Although you may think it's a waste of time, but when I have nothing to do, I always wonder... besides training and research, what else do you like?"

Anser looked up at the blue sky and said softly, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't think of anything that you would really like. But just now, when you said those words that sounded quite remarkable, I suddenly thought of the sky."

“It’s so far away and vast, like a sky with infinite possibilities.”

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, but just raised her head and did her rare "relaxation" activity in her daily life.

"Or do you like to go to such a high place to see a more magnificent view?"

"..." Ming Fuluo turned to look at Anser, "Did you use mind reading magic on me?"

She kept a blank expression on her face, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart.

Anser laughed happily: "I'm not that boring, Luo. If you don't guess what's in someone else's mind yourself but steal it by other means, it would be too boring."

Indeed, Ansher is not the kind of person who would do such a thing, Ming Furo thought to herself.

Or rather, he seemed to have always been like this, always knowing what she needed most and always able to help her.

Now...it's not surprising that I know what I like most.

Ming Fuluo had never met anyone like Ansel who had such a tacit understanding and harmony with her.

So even though Ansel had too many flaws in his character and behavior patterns that Ming Furo simply could not tolerate, she still acquiesced and even indulged him.

“You should take in the scenery of the sky, the scenery of the earth, and even the more distant, infinite scenery.”

Anser stared at Ming Fuluo's profile and said in a tone of admiration rather than teasing: "This ambition and greed are really shocking, Luo."

"I have nothing to refute about this."

Ming Fuluo's voice was very calm: "But I don't think that is ambition or greed, but a rational pursuit and choice."

"It's rational..."

Anser rubbed his chin and said, "Come to think of it, your strange and rational way of thinking has also given me some inspiration."

"…I've never seen you think this way before."

"Hahaha, just a joke." The young Hydra laughed cheerfully, "How can a carefree and unfettered person like me need your way of thinking?"

Ming Fuluo nodded: "Indeed."

She had never met anyone more sentimental than Ansher, who acted according to his own mood.

This is a privilege that only the strong ones who stand at the top and at the door of the finish line can have. Ming Fuluo does not envy them, and has never even thought about how everything would be if she had this kind of power.

Because this world has fallen into stagnation because of that great power, and what Ming Fuluo has always pursued is not that kind of thing.

"So," she looked at Anser, "what exactly is this concept you're talking about?"

"You really don't want to relax at all..."

Ansher sighed, then raised his eyebrows and explained the crazy fantasy to Ming Fuluo.

At this time, Anser, who was telling Ming Furo about the wild fantasies in his mind, had an excitement in his tone that he had not expected or even noticed.

"This……"

Ming Fuluo showed a rare look of astonishment: "Ansel, this is not at all--"

Halfway through her words, Ming Fuluo suddenly denied her own words.

"...No." She murmured thoughtfully, "According to your thinking, perhaps..."

"I've already thought of a name. Let's call that thing... the Mechanical Suit!"

The young Hydra said in a light and joyful tone: "What do you think, A'lo?"

At this moment, he looked like a thirteen-year-old child, as if he was imagining something.

"That thing." Anser put his hand on Ming Fuluo's shoulder and said with a bright smile:

"I will definitely take you to a place where you can see the world."

"..."

Ming Fuluo's interlaced fingers trembled slightly. She had been lost in thought, but this sentence temporarily pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked at Anser's hand on her shoulder, was silent for a while, and said:

"But why...weapons again?"

"Well...it doesn't have to be made into a weapon. It can be made into an exploration tool, right?"

"But in the final analysis, it is still a weapon, but..."

She paused, and then spoke softly in a tone that was new to her, with a hint of ripples:

"I want to see."

Anser tilted his head: "What?"

"I said, I want to see it."

Ming Furo turned her head to look at Anser, and at that moment, her gorgeous purple eyes seemed to be shining with a brilliance that Anser had never seen before.

She said to Anser without any hesitation: "I want to see the scenery you described, Anser."

Anser seemed to be surprised at Ming Fuluo's strange behavior, and then chuckled: "Isn't this good..."

"as well as--"

She suddenly stretched out her fist towards Anser: "I will also let you see the future I described."

The usually cold and indifferent voice became hot and weighty, as strong and powerful as Ming Fuluo's beating heart at the moment:

“See that, a brand new era.”

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo's outstretched fist and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"It sounds very touching, but why are you extending your fist here, Luo?"

"Is not it good?"

Ming Fuluo looked at her fist in confusion: "I think as a boy, you should like to express friendship in this way, or do you prefer shaking hands?"

"..."

The young Hydra's smile froze slightly. He looked at Ming Fuluo's small fist again and repeated subconsciously in a low voice:

"friendship?"

"...What are you wondering about?" Ming Fuluo frowned in confusion, "Aren't we friends?"

Her voice returned to its usual indifference, and at this moment it seemed as if these words were a matter of course.

After a brief silence, a very, very brief silence, Ansher smiled again and bumped his fist with Ming Furo's.

"That's right, A'Luo, my friend."

At the moment when their knuckles gently touched each other, no one knew what was going on in the minds of these two people.

"Anser."

"Ok?"

“You seem to be my first friend.”

"Me too, A-Ro."

*

friend.

A noun that is distant, yet not so distant.

Ming Furo's consciousness awakened from the chaos. The successive serious injuries seemed to make her soul a little overwhelmed, or perhaps this puppet was indeed too fragile to carry her soul. This made Ming Furo feel an indescribable intense fatigue.

"Oh, you're awake."

A voice that made Ming Furo extremely unhappy rang in her ears. She subconsciously tried to control her limbs, but the functions of this puppet seemed to have completely stopped.

Ming Fuluo now feels like a poor prisoner trapped in iron and stone.

"Don't think about moving around, let your soul rest for a while."

Anser's voice was still as gentle as ever, but Ming Furo had no intention of accepting the other party's kindness.

After all, in her eyes, Anser had no good intentions.

After realizing Hydra's true face, Ming Furo gave up all the fantasies she had about him.