Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

He picked up the scalpel and prepared to dissect her and take out her organs, when he heard a loud noise.

He quickly turned his head. Bai Weiwei, who was already unable to walk, had fallen off the operating table. She stretched out her hand, looking for something sharp.

Song Yunhuan moved so quickly he left a mirage where he stood.

He reached out to hold her, but she slapped his hand away.

Song Yunhuan reacted slowly. He looked at his hand. On the back was a deep scar.

Bai Weiwei held a scalpel in her hand.

She looked at him like she was looking at a stranger.

Her eyes were cold.

“You’re not Song Yunhuan.”

The knife in her hand seemed to be digging into his heart.

Song Yunhuan’s hands were motionless in the air. He didn’t know if he wanted to go over and hug her.

His face was blank, as if he didn’t know what to look like.

Bai Weiwei leaned against the bed with her knife in hand, her fingers trembling particularly hard.

“You’re just a monster.”

“…”

“Song Yunhuan isn’t like you. Even if he’s a loner, he would never hurt anybody.”

“…”

“He’s smart but doesn’t flaunt it, he doesn’t like to make friends, but for things that will help others, he will do his best.”

“…”

“He feeds wild cats, donates, he likes just and kind anime characters…”

“…”

Bai Weiwei choked up and couldn’t suppress her tears. “He’s not like you.”

Song Yunhuan kept his posture, bent over and hand extended. Seeming to long for something, but afraid to get close.

She hated him.

He didn’t expect that one day he would see hatred in Bai Weiwei’s eyes.

And it was because of him.

Bai Weiwei mumbled, “I like Song Yunhuan, not you. I want to make you human, because I like the you when you were human.”

Song Yunhuan felt his heart throb in pain.

He clearly had no heartbeat, so how could it hurt to this extent.

Bai Weiwei sneered, “You’re as fierce as the devil. The zombie virus corrupted all the good things about humanity in you. You’re no longer the man I secretly envied and admired.”

Song Yunhuan opened and closed his mouth several times. Finally, he whispered, “Stop it.”

Bai Weiwei: “You kill people, you eat people. You are not human.”

Song Yunhuan’s eyes were sad. He wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how to say it.

In fact, he only killed people who tried to kill him.

He ate people…he didn’t eat people. He controlled his appetite and only drank blood.

He wasn’t…wasn’t…

No, Bai Weiwei was right. He was a monster.

Faced with the fact that Bai Weiwei was dying, he found that he was a monster. He abandoned all his morality as a human being, and that all his kindness and good points didn’t matter.

She was going to die, and he still insisted he was good.

The world was in chaos and he would never have anything good again.

All he had left was Bai Weiwei.

【Ding. The male lead’s favorability is at 93.】

Song Yunhuan stopped hesitating. He grabbed the knife, pressed her against the operating table, and tied her up.

He touched her head and said helplessly, “Don’t do this. Don’t do this, Weiwei, you’ll be okay soon.”

At last, Bai Weiwei couldn’t bear it. “Song Yunhuan, come back.”

Song Yunhuan ignored her and turned away from the operating table, where she could not see.

His expression finally collapsed. A deep sadness appeared on his face.

He was crying, but unable to shed any tears.