What should I do if I suddenly become a fairy?

"Then I'll go."

"Go, don't worry, our research must be correct, you are their direct ancestor, as long as you arrive at the scene, they will all obey you."

……

Mousse is gone.

He was afraid to leave in such a hurry!

What if there is an angel who can't help jumping out?

Although I can be regarded as a little superman now, Nima can't even fly. Isn't it a dead word to meet an angel? !

It takes emotion to settle things.

But at the same time, he was a little bit pained.

How does this explain to Bob et al.? !

In desperation, he made a video call to Bob while he was on his way.

"Mousse?"

"You called me suddenly. Could it be that the research has made new progress? That would be great. In Huaguo's words, it means double happiness."

"No, President, I'm telling you, they are indeed blood clans, but...you don't have to rush to Los Angeles, I will take care of it."

"Of course, you can come, but you don't have to go to the place where the incident happened, just come to me and we can talk."

Think about it.

Mousse decided to be more straightforward.

Labor and capital are all 'Little Superman', and they still have to be timid, afraid of this and that?Isn't that too cowardly and too good?

"What do you mean?"

Bob didn't turn the corner for a while, not knowing the situation: "I'm looking for a blood race."

"Could it be..."

"You have already contacted?! Who is the blood race? How are you talking?"

"No no no!"

"My dear president, I think you have misunderstood. It's not that I contacted the blood clan, but... I am the ancestor of the blood clan you want to find."

"Those so-called 'zombies coming out of the cage' are actually the descendants of my transformation. Soon, after I pass by, I will be able to solve all problems with an order."

"so……"

"Just talk to me!"

Bob was completely bewildered.

"Mousse, you?!"

"Huh? What advice does the president have?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"How could you be a blood race? You don't even have that function, you can't be a blood race!"

When Mousse heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then his scalp tingled and his whole body exploded.

"Fake!"

"Eurene Schett!"

"Bob, who did you listen to? I sue you for slander, do you believe it?"

"...you told me yourself when you were drunk last time." Bob felt a little 'wronged'.

"I fucking..."

Mousse is almost insane.

"Anyway, that's nonsense! I'm a blood race now, ancestor!!!"

Well, one of the living First Ancestors --- the guy said to himself.

"Bye!"

"If you want to find a blood race, come to me!"

"I'll go and solve your so-called biohazard first!"

Moose hung up the phone angrily.

Your uncle, you thought it was your secret, and only you knew it, and you were secretly hurting yourself, what the hell happened? ? ? ?

Fuck!Which man can bear it?

The male blood race can't stand it either!

But at the same time, he was also a little worried.

Can I...can control those 'offspring'?

Chapter 570 A 'Photograph of Death'

If you can't control it, it will be embarrassing for your mother.

but……

From the video I received, those 'uncaged zombies' are obviously much weaker than me, even if they are out of my control, I can beat them to death.

"Don't be shy!"

Mousse quickly calmed himself down, but at the same time, he noticed something else.

So he hurriedly called the lab back and got in touch with Dr. Page.

"Mousse? Have you finished?"

"...How can it be so fast? I'm still on my way. I'm calling to tell you that Bob and the others probably guessed what the lab researched, so they will send someone over."

"You know what to do, don't you?"

"Don't worry, although you are a capitalist, we also have the heart to be a capitalist. Now that we know that we are the first generation of blood..."

"Then how can it be possible to increase the number of blood races at will?"

"clever!"

Hearing this, Muston felt relieved, and after hanging up the phone, a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bob is no fool.

Neither did the others. After knowing that they and those 'zombies' were actually blood races, they would definitely think about whether they found something on the 'corpse of a cultivator' these days.

But so what?

Now that I have a united front with Page and others, others want to come in?Yes, but it is impossible to become the same 'first generation' as people like myself.

even……

Mousse was quite looking forward to giving Bob a sip, turning him into his "offspring" and making him more controllable.

Because, once he becomes under his own control, wouldn't the entire capitalist income protection union have to act according to his own orders and ideas?

but……

and many more!

Why should I eat him?That guy is ugly like a ghost, can't I be the president by myself?

Even if I don't want to do it myself and think it's too troublesome, can't I bite a beautiful woman to sit in that seat?

If you have something to do with a beautiful woman, if you have nothing to do with a beautiful woman, isn't it delicious?

The more Mousse thought about it, the more comfortable he became, and the deeper he thought about it, he narrowed his eyes for a while.

……

at the same time.

Bob is dumbfounded.

He wants to swear.

"Fake! What does Mousse mean? How could he be a vampire? If he is a vampire, I would be an angel and God!"

"Is he kidding me? Or...is this all real?"

While cursing, Bob couldn't help but frowned and pondered. Although he disagreed with Mousse's statement and was very depressed, he had to seriously consider the possibility of this matter.

"Perhaps...you'll know only if you've seen it."

"But what if he wants to control me and give me a bite?"

"If it's really a blood race, he only needs to give me a bite, then I will become his descendant, his puppet, and be controlled by him..."

"What should I do?"

"See you, or not?"

For a while, Bob was in such a state of confusion that he really didn't know what to do.

Because the two have known each other for many years.

In fact, everyone knows the bottom line.

It's like two children who came out of the village together. They both slept together with their buttocks naked when they were young. Who doesn't know who?

In the end, one of them suddenly said that he was the first-generation blood race, so awesome... How could the other person believe it?

The most depressing thing is that during this period of time, my madness has made people look for superpowers, including blood vampires.

As a result, the other party is by your side, but you didn't tell yourself until now?

This is simply deception, to some extent, it can even be said to be 'green' myself!

"Wait, did he become a vampire recently?"

"..., the corpse of the immortal cultivator?!"

Bob wasn't stupid either. He quickly thought of some problems and began to contact the laboratory to find out the specific situation, and even brought various weapons.

"and many more!"

"Bring garlic, silver utensils, etc. as weapons, and besides, get me some garlic and silver utensils at once!"

Now that we know they are blood races, of course we need to get something that can restrain them.

And right now.

Bob suddenly received a call from his subordinates...

It was from the Navy Department.

"Mr. Bob, I have some important news for you."

"What news, tell me quickly!"

Bob was a little depressed.

are you crazy?

When the fuck is this?Zombies are out, Resident Evil!It might even be blood riots, you know?

Is there any other important news that I care about? !

"The nuclear submarine we sent to Zizhu Island..."

"Um???"

Bob was startled, and when he heard the beginning of this sentence, he immediately knew the seriousness of the matter, and couldn't help interrupting the other party's words happily: "Is there a big discovery? There is very, very, very good news?"

"..."

The other party was also dumbfounded.

Are you a fucking fool?

Can't you tell that my tone is as solemn as a dead person?You're still here asking if it's good news?