Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

"what happened?"

Shirtel let go of Fiadina, and let Fiadina slip out of his arms.

Fia Tina turned around, her emerald red eyes met her purple eyes.

The girl was different from before, she no longer turned her head shyly to hide from sight, Shirtel had a somewhat gratified smile on her face, she stretched out her hand, and brushed away the messy strands of hair that fell on both sides of the girl's cheeks.

"Fia."

Shirtel called again softly.

"What's the matter?"

Fiatina felt that something was wrong, she put her hands on Shirtel's shoulders, and her voice became louder.

Shirtel let go of her hand, and the hair on Fiatina's forehead fell messily again, blurring Fiatina's vision.

"I like you."

In a daze, she seemed to hear Shirtel speak so softly.

Fiatina felt that she was probably dreaming.

The sky is full of illusory clouds, occasionally blown by the wind, and the blue sky is as calm as water, but there are ripples in Fiatina's heart.

Fiatina felt that she should say something, so she spoke,

"I......"

Then, she was hugged into a warm embrace, and Shirter suddenly hugged her, this time, he put his face on Fia Tina's chest.

"I haven't been able to rest my chin on your head since a long time ago."

Talking to himself as if recalling, but also feeling, Shirtel's voice was rare and full of emotion.

Fiatina didn't speak, she sat there quietly, letting Shirtel hug her body.

She couldn't tell—or she couldn't tell for sure—what kind of feelings Shirtel had for herself, or what kind of situation she was for Shirtel.

Does she like Steele?She probably likes it, but she doesn't know whether her liking is derived from the admiration that day, or whether she likes Shier Teer.

Or, just like a friend.

She likes being with Syrtel, but she also likes being with the other companions at the villa.

Shirtel is special, Fiadina told herself so more than once, but when Shirtel was really leaning in her arms like this, Fiadina couldn't help being confused again.

What is so special about Shirtel?

For Fiadina, Shirtle was a ray of hot sunshine, a light that extended a helping hand to the girl when she was curled up and shivering under the ruins of the wind and snow.

Or in times of crisis, holding a huge black sword taller than her, shouting "Levatin!", summoning a lava giant that can shake the earth and burst lava to protect her. .

There may also be...

For Shirtel, there are too many things she can think of.

"You're getting better and better."

Stuart continued.

There are more and more people around Fiatina. From the mud rock at the beginning to the people in Syracuse now, almost everyone is connected by Fiatina.

Fiatina is like a button, connecting everyone who was originally indifferent. Perhaps even Fiatina herself has not discovered that she has a very special talent.

This talent has nothing to do with her special Originium skill, and it has nothing to do with anyone.

It was a kind of gentleness, a kind of tenderness that cannot be expressed in words, a kind of bold idea, and an image that would make even the cold-blooded and ruthless Sarkaz mercenaries willing to let go of their prejudices and affectionately call him "light".

She seemed to be hope itself.

This kind of ability brought more and more people around her. Although Shirtel lived with Fia Tina every day, she felt that the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

"Sturtle..."

Fiatina took a deep breath, her tone trembling slightly,

"I like you too."

boom.

It sounded like a string snapped.

Shirtel raised his head from Fia Tina's arms, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"But I can't tell the emotion, I can't assure you what kind of liking it is... please give me some time, days, months, or more... Ugh!"

Fiatina's mouth was covered.

Shirtel put her palm on Fiadina's mouth, she raised her head, showing a confident and charming smile, her head moved to the side of Fiadina's face, facing Fiadina's ear He let out a breath of hot air.

"...that's enough."

This is like Shirtel, a person who is always confident and always moves forward according to his own ideas.

Chapter 79 Praise Cake

Fia Tina and Shirtel went back soon.

The two returned to the villa hand in hand, they didn't mention what happened in the park with a tacit understanding.But it was probably because the unclear atmosphere became a little subtle, and the two quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, Su Suluo, do you feel...the atmosphere between Miss Shirter and Miss Fia is a bit strange?"

Angelina poked Susuluo's arm, covered her face with one hand and moved to Susuluo's side, speaking in a very low voice.

"...It seems a bit?"

Even Su Suluo noticed something was wrong, and responded with some uncertainty.

Fia Tina turned her face away, her pretty face was still a little red, Su Suluo and Angelina thought they were well disguised "peeping", even Fia Tina could easily see it.

"I'm going to bake cookies."

With her head down, Fiatina fled into the kitchen after leaving a word.

Shirtel didn't seem so flustered anymore, her eyes scanned the living room, and finally stopped on Angelina.

"Alas!"

Angelina thought it was her whispering that Shirtel heard, and was taken aback.

Sure enough, Shirter walked up to Angelina. Angelina swallowed, thinking that she wouldn't be fired on the spot for gossip about her boss, right?

If you are fired for gossiping about your boss, you will definitely die in society, then just make a loud noise to confuse the past.

Just when Angelina was hesitating whether to hum ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally spoke and interrupted Angelina's whimsical thoughts.

"Where did Lucille go?"

"Eh?"

Angelina blinked, slightly taken aback.

Recently, Angelina and Corusil have come together especially, probably because Angelina's gravity control is very suitable for lifting heavy objects, and the amount of money to hire a killer to move is not small. Just ask Angelina to help.

"You have an amazing talent, Angelina! You will definitely shine on the construction site in the future!"

These were the words that Ke Luxie praised Angelina at that time, and Angelina was so frightened that her hands shook and almost threw the things she was carrying at that time flying.

"Miss Lucille is probably in the bedroom now. She stayed in the bedroom all day today and didn't go out."

"Really? Thanks."

Shirtel nodded to Angelina, then turned and left.

"Wow——Miss Steele is really cool..."

Angelina let out a small exclamation.

Shirtel walked to the door of Ke Luxier, the door was not locked, Shirter opened the door and walked in.

But Lucille was sitting in front of a computer without turning on the light. The thick curtains were stacked three times, covering all the places where light could pass through, and only the fluorescent screen of the computer shone faintly. Ke Luxie's face.

"what happened?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lucille stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, oh? Miss Steele's complexion doesn't look very good, huh?"

"Help me find this person."

Shirter ignored Ke Luxie's teasing, and put a piece of paper that was obviously crumpled and folded flat in front of Ke Luxie.

But Lucille spread out the note, glanced at the note, but the name on the note made her frown slightly.

"Luka Sheffield?"

"you recognize?"

"Unfamiliar."

But Lucille shrugged her shoulders, she turned around, and quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard with her fingers, the picture on the computer screen changed, and a face of a middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary appeared on the screen.

"Luka Sheffield, a 'former family member', is now the leader of a small and medium-sized infected group. He was originally in charge of smuggling and transforming black guns and crossbows in the family. Later, he was infected with Originium disease in an accident targeting the family. They broke away from the family alone, and led some infected people who were also accidentally infected with Originium Disease to wander in the gray area, and the villa we live in now is one of their commodities."

"Lead the infected?"

Stuart raised his eyebrows slightly.

"correct."

But Lucille nodded, "It is said that some infected people spontaneously followed this guy at the beginning, and then he organized them all, and now it is not a big or small organization."

"But, the information I heard is that he forced other infected people to snap up Originium Disease inhibitors?"

"impossible."

Ke Luxie frowned slightly, "Originstone disease inhibitors are rarely circulated in Syracuse. If a batch of originium disease inhibitors entered the market, I would have noticed it a long time ago. Since they have not circulated in the market, they are hoarding the source What is the purpose of the Stone Disease Inhibitor?"

"They themselves are a group of infected people, so it's reasonable to buy some inhibitors for their own use, right?"

Stuart nodded.

"Sounds reasonable."

"Isn't that right?"

But Lucille nodded in satisfaction, and then turned her eyes to the screen again, "However, I will still pay attention to this matter. Speaking of which, where has Fia gone?"

"In the kitchen."

"If you are free, tell her to make me a pot of coffee, and let her come to me to discuss the manufacturer's affairs when she is free."

"it is good."

Shirtel nodded, folded the note, and put it back into his pocket.

After Shirtel left the room, Ke Luxie leaned on the wheelchair as if she had nothing to do, her eyes quickly swept across the computer screen.

"Hmm...Let me see, eh? Why are there so many infected people gathered near the Originium processing factory?...It seems quite normal. Forget it, let's see where it is suitable as a factory."

......

Fiatina quickly baked cookies and cakes, boiled a jug of coffee milk, and mixed a cocktail.

But her heart was still in a mess, and she sat in the kitchen in a daze until a familiar call came from behind her.

"Yoho! Fia, what are you doing?"

"what!"

Fiadina was taken aback. She turned her head and saw Laplande standing behind her, leaning against the door frame, and beckoning to her.

"What do you want to be so obsessed with, you didn't even notice that I came, is this cake mine?"

While talking, Laplande stuffed the cake into his own mouth, feeling very comfortable.

"I didn't think of anything."

Fiadina's heart beat twice violently, she quickly turned her head and denied Laplande's question.

"is it?"

Laplande shrugged, and didn't care about Fiatina's denial. Anyway, she was just asking casually. Originally, her purpose was just the cake that Fiatina had baked, no matter whether Fiatina was willing to answer or not. Nothing can change the death date of this cake.