Chapter 1190: The Professor in a Wheelchair in the End of the World

Scenery seemed to have become a human doll. Guardian would not tolerate any possibility of ending her life, so keeping her powerless was the best way.

When she felt bored, he would take her out for a walk. The quiet safe area seemed empty. Every day, only the Guardian appeared in the sunshine with the scenery in his arms. The Guardian was not a human being, so, to be precise, the once lively Gospel Only Feng Guang was left in the land.

Sometimes there will be survivors outside the wall begging the people inside to take them in. The Guardian will smile and ask the scenery, "Do you want them to come in?"

"No." Feng Guang said these two words coldly, tilted his head and stopped eating the food he fed, "I'm full."

He put down the spoon, touched her head again, and said with a chuckle: "Fengguang is really indifferent. He never cares about the life and death of those survivors."

She looked out the window quietly without speaking.

Those people may find other places where they can have a chance of survival outside, but if they come in, not even she can guarantee the lives of these people.

But maybe Guardian was right, she was becoming more and more indifferent.

Guardian never has to worry about resource shortages. He has made so many shells. As long as simple instructions are entered into these shells, they will go out to find suitable resources. Drawing on the experience of Shu Bai and Yu Ji, he He won't let these shells have intelligent programs. After all, he doesn't want to fight with others for glory.

After a few years, there were more and more rumors about the Gospel Land, which became more and more mysterious. Some people said that this place was a treasure house rich in resources, so some people formed a team to break in. The Guardian found the scenery boring. When the time comes, he will let these people in, and then without exception, these people will die in the gospel land.

Only at this time, Feng Guang would open his eyes and look at him, "For you, killing is a fun thing?"

"I'm not interested in killing people." He kissed her lips with satisfaction, "But if this makes Feng Guang want to care about me, then it doesn't matter no matter how many people I kill."

At this time, Feng Guang no longer felt the word "despair".

Later, there were rumors that the Gospel Land had actually been occupied by zombies, otherwise everyone who entered would not be able to come back. Gradually, the Gospel Land became the most mysterious legend.

Guardian liked to hold her and talk to her about what was happening outside. For example, there were more and more zombies outside, and several safe zones had been captured. He smiled and said to her, "Don't worry, I'm here, the scenery is beautiful." If you don’t like zombies, they will never come in.”

At this time, she had been imprisoned by him for two years. During these two years, she had always been in a state of physical weakness, and he would take good care of her.

On her twentieth birthday, Guardian gave her a gift, a little girl aged two or three.

He put the girl into her arms and asked softly: "Do you like this gift?"

"Where did she come from?" Fengguang hugged the sleeping little girl tightly. His first thought was that he killed the girl's parents before bringing her back.

"This child was created by me taking Fengguang's genes and rewriting them a little bit." He said, "I have studied that human couples must have a child to be considered perfect."

He thought that he and she were husband and wife, but his identity destined him not to have children. In a sense, Guardian was also naive. He naively believed that if he had children, maybe she would be passionate about him. Some.

"If Feng Guang doesn't like it..." Guardian picked up the girl again, "I can destroy her and make a more perfect child."