About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Pure white—Lapland with long white hair stands in the center of the room, and beside her are countless corpses.

Beheaded, beheaded, and limbs torn apart.

Countless people kept rushing towards her, while the white wolf kept waving the weapon in his hand, allowing the blood to splatter and fill his body.

At some point, a faint light appeared in the room.And with a little glimmer of light, Laplande noticed that the corpses around him all had the same faces as him.

The dream ended here, and Laplande woke up from the room.

She found that she was on a bed at this time, and her black coat was hung aside, leaving only her white underwear on her body.

"……Well?"

Not only was the coat taken off artificially, but when Laplande wanted to stand up and observe his environment more carefully, he felt a blocking and tingling sensation on his neck and palms respectively.

It was only then that Laplande noticed that a "collar" had been put on his neck at some point, and the other end was tied tightly to the bed cabinet, while his right hand had been pierced with an injection, which connected to the The plasma bag hanging on the side.

"Huh... that's great, I've always been afraid that you wouldn't wake up."

The room where I was held was not big, about the size of a bedroom and a bathroom.And a familiar voice came from not far away from him.

The boy who had fought with him before was sitting on the chair next to him at this moment. After noticing that he was awake, he immediately moved over excitedly.

The only thing that surprised Laplande was that the boy's expression and mental state seemed to be worse than his own.

"Is that so? Is it this kind of development? Hahaha, after all, although you are a puppy, you are still a man after all. Then come on, but don't think that I will just watch your animal nature like this, I promise I will Make you regret this action forever...Pfft?!"

Laplande seemed to have thought of a reasonable explanation for her current situation, but she assumed an arrogant and intimidating posture, and her face was blurred by her black coat before she could finish her sentence.

"You, you, you, what are you talking about, I don't have those ideas! Don't spit blood!"

Orson retorted in a panic, and by the way, threw Laplande's coat to her to put it on.

"...?"

Orson's actions made Lapland a little puzzled. Although La Gouzi hadn't read the messy books, he had more or less been exposed to the darkest and disgusting deeds during the years of fighting and wandering in the mafia.

Every firefight between "family" will always end with the destruction of large or small "family members".

The family members who were sacrificed were often young women, relatives of someone involved in the conflict, or who had never been in Mafia territory at all.

But people don't care about this, those women will be forcibly taken away by the side that won the war, and sent to a place that Lapland doesn't know and doesn't want to know for 'education'.

In the missions that Laplande has performed, he occasionally encounters the type of "destroying the hideout", and in the hideouts of most gang members, Laplande can always see those women whose whereabouts are unknown.

Imprisoned, abused, fed to those incomprehensible fetishes, never seen the sun—

"Please kill me", this is the request Laplande has heard most from those girls.

Laplande, who thought she would end up in that kind of situation, was overwhelmed by Orson's shy and flustered reaction.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Laplande put the clothes on her body with her left hand without the needle inserted. She noticed that the coat that was covered with dust and blood was clean and tidy again, and it seemed to be even brighter than when she went out.

——Could it be possible for this guy to take advantage of this time to wash and iron my coat?

Laplande thought uncertainly, she didn't quite believe that someone would be so leisurely, and the level of ironing was no worse than that of a dry cleaner.

"You passed out suddenly before, so I had to find a place to put you down first. This is a hotel far away from the city center. Fortunately, it's the same as I thought. As long as the money is enough, the boss doesn't care about anything. Otherwise, I really don’t have the energy to look for other places. You don’t know how tiring it is to drag a person to parkour on the top floor of the Longmen building with rests..."

Orson waved his hand and didn't want to mention how he moved Laplande here.

"...What exactly do you want, little dog? If your goal is not to ravage and conquer my body, then is it to destroy my mind? Or are you just waiting for someone else to kill me with your own hands?"

"What are you thinking in your mind? All in all, I don't know what enemies you have, and I haven't thought about doing strange things to you. Although this is a hotel, it's just because I can't throw you on the street Come on, and what you are injecting is not a strange liquid, it is blood. One last point - I am not a puppy, my name is Orson."

Orson explained to Lapland one by one, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

"I'm afraid even a child can't be fooled by your reason, little dog?"

Lappland bared his jagged teeth and sneered.

"Haha... In short, there are two reasons why I choose to save you. First, I don't want to make a high-profile murder in Longmen, especially in an area like the city center. Being targeted by the Guards Bureau will only add to my displeasure. Necessary trouble. Second, just as you are very interested in the relationship between me and Texas, as a newcomer who may join Penguin Logistics, I am also very curious about your relationship with Texas. Got it Is it?"

Orson stretched out two fingers and explained to Laplande in a serious manner. Of course, in fact, these two points are not the most important factors.

Not only because 'Laplande' was an operator of Rhodes Island in Orson's memory, but more importantly, Orson heard the melody of Laplande before he lost consciousness-it was a kind of A breath that doesn't matter like the relief of death.

This made Orson very concerned, why in his impression of "Lappland, synonymous with madness and dog licking", he looked like he wanted to think about it.

Perhaps behind her arrogant and unrestrained laughter, this Lupu girl has despair and pain that she will never share with others.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. You can do whatever you want, but remember to be careful, because I will try my best to break free from the chain, and then you will be me-"

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot about it, I'll take the collar off for you right now."

Orson interrupted Laplande's ruthless words with a belated attitude. At the same time, he walked to Laplande's side, took out the key and untied the collar around the opponent's neck.

"...?"

The collar fell off and fell into Laplande's hands. This 'unidentified mysterious killer' showed a bewildered expression for the first time.

"When you were in a coma before, you had been unconsciously violently resisting. I had to try to limit your actions, and this is the only thing I can buy around... I'm really sorry."

Orson apologized softly to Laplande. After all, Orson thought it must be difficult to accept "being collared".

"You, uh, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you, puppy?"

Laplande still hasn't fully recovered, Orson's behavior has completely exceeded any script she had planned.

"You're weak right now, it's best not to do this."

Orson responded with a wry smile.

"Ha, I don't think you're much better, are you?"

Laplande laughed at Orson, after all, the opponent's face was paler than his own at this time, as if he had lost too much blood.

After untying his collar, Orson really didn't take any action, and the way he looked at Laplande was more of a way to observe his physical recovery.

"Tsk, it's really boring. It's more interesting that you, who were so bloody and wanted to fight with me back then."

Laplande got up from the bed and sat cross-legged on the mattress, her fluffy white tail wagging behind her.

"I really thought so at the time, but it was interrupted by your coma. The reason for your coma is probably the excessive infection of origin stones in your body, plus the acute allergic faint caused by the frequent use of origin stone skills in previous battles. I Although I don’t know your identity and job, you should change your fighting style, as it would put too much burden on your body.”

Orson was serious about her situation with Laplande.

"Ha, are you a doctor?"

"No, but my previous situation was somewhat similar to yours. At that time, the internal organs were almost turned into ore clusters... In short, your situation is very serious, so I have to use this high-risk and crude treatment method to 'gamble' ', although from the results point of view, it is not bad for the time being."

Orson shook his head to cheer himself up a little.

"The treatment method, the blood bag you are referring to?"

Laplande looked at the blood bag that had been hanging beside the bed for transfusion.

"That's right, these are my blood. To a certain extent, it has the function of preventing ore disease infection. I tried to fill your body with my blood to suppress the infection. Fortunately, there was no rejection reaction, as far as the result is concerned. It was a success."

Orson sighed with emotion in a low voice, Kelsey would probably shake his head when he saw this temporary "surgery", and then summoned mon3tr to swing with him to the outer sky.

"..."

After listening to Orson's explanation, Laplande looked at the blood bag with complicated eyes, because she noticed that there were still a few empty blood bags scattered in the corner beside the bed.

——The reason why he is so weak is because the blood was sent to my blood vessels, and he lost too much blood in one breath?

This guy……

Laplande frowned, and then pulled out the needle in the palm of his hand, blood immediately flowed down the needle hole, while Laplande brought the palm to his mouth, stuck out his tongue to flow out The scarlet liquid was lightly licked clean, got up and walked in front of Orson.

"It's really interesting that you are so attentive to an enemy who wants to kill you."

Lapland's light blue eyes were fixed on Orson.

"Do you really want to kill me? The best time for you to kill me is the moment you first suppressed me, but you didn't choose to do it. After that, you just kept suppressing me by maintaining a distance, maybe This is a way to play with prey, but I don't think you are someone who has fun with "killing", so the only explanation is-you didn't want to kill me, you just wanted to take it from me Information about Texas."

"You guy..."

Laplande blinked, a little surprised by Orson's words.

"You guys really know how to hypnotize yourself, hahaha! If that's the case, then I'll kill you in the room!"

thump!

Laplande suddenly rushed towards Orson, but almost at the same time, Orson turned his body slightly to avoid Laplande's hands, but instead his arm rested on Laplande's chin from bottom to top, Gently push it back down on the bed.

"—Woo!"

It was the same as the scene where the two first met, except that this time the person 'on top' became Orson.

"After you finish your recovery, we can continue the unfinished battle, but what you need now is rest, the white-haired Miss Luper."

Orson withdrew his palm, and at the same time gently lifted Laplande up from the bed, and helped her put the coat on her body, and stroked her somewhat messy hair.

"...I'm really convinced, let's admit defeat! You guys are too boring. It doesn't make any sense to kill you like this."

Facing Orson's actions, Laplande sighed heavily, and she put away her bloodthirsty and violent look, and became calm.

Orson was once again surprised by Laplande's "transformation". Which side of this person who is seriously infected with ore disease is her truest character?

"Are you looking for death?"

After a short period of silence, Orson raised this question, which made Laplande's eyes slightly startled.

"Haha, why do you have such an idea?"

"I can feel the 'melody' in people's hearts, which is somewhat similar to emotions. And your melody...is like you have given up everything, have no expectations for anything, and wait quietly for the curtain to end."

Orson whispered the melody he heard from Laplande.

"...Who knows."

Laplande responded with a smile, but this time her smile was not covered up with madness and bloodlust, it was an extremely ordinary smile.

"Your name is Orson, right? It's really as boring as your name. As for me—ask Texas, she will be happy to tell you my name."

Laplande got up from the bed and paced to the edge of the window.

"Let's have a good fight next time, puppy."

Laplande opened the window and jumped out into the night without any hesitation.

"Wait, your ore disease is still—"

Before finishing speaking, Laplande had already left the hotel and disappeared.