【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Finally, when the "Doctor" asked this question for the fifth time, the girl no longer needed to bite her lip to remain silent.

The "Doctor" did not embarrass the girl again. He ended the experiment without staying too long, and left without even talking about their follow-up cooperation.

However, given the doctor's style, he didn't seem to have any intention of discussing it with her.

but.....

The girl always felt something was a little strange.

wrong--

How did he get in? ? ?

Dotore did not leave the hotel, but turned around and entered the office on the top floor.

Pantalone seemed to have just finished some work and was leisurely reading an entertainment newspaper. Hearing Dotore's voice, he raised his head:

"Return the spare key to the front desk, and if you use your privileges by swiping your face next time, I will have no choice but to blacklist you."

Dotore took the key out of his pocket, threw it on Pantalone's well-organized desk, and pulled out the chair opposite him:

"When will the next experiment be delivered? The one in the laboratory is a bit boring."

Pantalone ignored the bunch of keys and continued to read the newspaper in her hand without changing her expression:

"There's a guy that 'rooster' wants to protect."

"The court will be held when the 'rooster' is used up. At that time, I will send it to you personally."

Pantalone raised her eyelids and glanced lazily at Dotore:

"Don't just worry about your experiments, don't forget what I want."

Dotore pulled off a list with ease, grabbed a pen and started writing eloquently, and handed it to Pantalone:

"Well, let's get the funding approved."

This is an amount that even capitalists would raise an eyebrow at:

"so many?"

"There is nothing we can do, Pantalone," Dotore's smile gradually widened, his tone full of determination, "After all, what we want to create is a god."

-

The girl thought that her cooperation with the "Doctor" had come to an end for the time being, but she didn't expect that the "Doctor" would continue to bother her every day, but he finally learned to knock on the door.

The girl slowly accepted the "Doctor's" experiment with strange habits. Fortunately, he didn't embarrass her with things like veritaserum anymore. Maybe the research on veritaserum has come to an end, right?

"Today is?"

The test tube the "Doctor" took out contained blue, rich, and viscous liquid.

"Miss, you like the milk flavor, please try it?"

In fact, the moment I saw this tube of potion, it didn't matter what the potion tasted like.

This perception made "Death", who had finally been comforted by the girl, protect the girl behind him and bared his teeth.

The girl pinched the little finger that was "deadly" stuffed in her hand, rubbed it with a smile, and then turned to Dotore:

"At the end of today, I'd like to get paid."

"About it."

At this time, Dotore has already opened the test tube:

"Of course, Miss "Shakusu"."

Sticky, burning pain followed after swallowing the medicine.

It was as if something was flowing inside her body, vigorous, and then struggling, with desire pouring out.

Her chest tightened suddenly, forcing her to grab the fabric at the collar and pull it open slightly, then gasped loudly, letting the heat escape along her breath.

"pregnancy!"

Although the girl was deliberately enduring the physical discomfort, "Death" who was close to the girl almost immediately noticed the girl's disordered breathing and rising body temperature.

"Death" stared at the "Doctor" with a pair of gray eyes, as if trying to kill him with his eyes.

"Don't worry, I just..."

The "Doctor" looked at the faint white light under the girl's skin tracing her veins, and his tone revealed uncontrollable excitement - or he had no intention of suppressing it at all.

Perhaps the mental excitement made his mouth dry. His scarlet tongue licked the corners of his slightly pale mouth, and when he spoke again, his voice actually trembled:

"I'm helping her interpret some things that make her confused."

Puzzled?

"Death" looked at the girl - the white light had climbed up to her face, making her whole body look like fragile porcelain; her waist had been arched unconsciously to buffer the pain in her body, and the shape of her back was One section after another is printed on the fabric of the white skirt, as if something is ready to break out of the ground.

Energy flows through the girl's body, and finally——

flooded her brain.

what?

Is it memory?

Do not--

It's ley lines.

In other words, it was history that she had personally experienced but had no right to look up in the ley lines.

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In the girl's field of vision, time quickly regressed. The sun chased the day from the west, the waves drove the sea, the waterfall flowed down the river, and the blizzard on the mountain swept over. Then there was a spin, and when she put down the hand she subconsciously raised in front of her, When I lifted my arms, I saw the faint moonlight and the gentle breeze.

......

The girl immediately determined where this was.

Because she saw someone.

Die Kalapian.

The vigilance trained by long-term war made her immediately assume a fighting posture and watch Him walking towards her step by step.

Diehlappian's eyes were a little strange, as if he was looking at something.

Since there was no weapon at hand, she could only clench her fists tightly and watch him getting closer and closer——

Until it passes through her.

The girl turned around and saw the craftsman kneeling at the door.

His hands were lowered, and the tray in his hand was raised above his head, with a bow on it.

Yes, the Bow of Amos.

Dickapian looked at the bow with indifferent eyes, stretched out his fingers, lightly crossed the bow body, and finally hooked the bowstring.

"Will she like it?"

The craftsman was so nervous that even the hand holding the plate was trembling, but he still had the courage to ask:

"......who?"

Dickapian frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, and raised his head proudly:

"I don't have to care if she likes it or not."

It seems like something is wrong again:

"No, she must like what I give her."

This sentence seemed to finally satisfy the unreasonable king. He nodded and strode out of the room.

The attendant on the side took the plate from the craftsman's hand with great discernment and followed quickly.

The craftsman was relieved and tried to stand up, but was bounced back by the wall of wind above his head.

The girl witnessed it and subconsciously chased him out. Unexpectedly, she passed through the door and returned to Dick Lapian's room.

The girl looked around blankly and turned to look in the direction she was running from, only to see Dickapian staring directly at her.

Alarm bells rang in the girl's heart, and she unconsciously took two steps back, only to find that the focus of his gaze had not changed at all.

So she began to follow Dick Lapian's gaze and turned her head, and found that what he was actually looking at was the wind wall outside the window.

The wind wall roared, howled, and crushed everything that was stubborn.

Dickapian has always been proud and proud of the wind wall he built with his own hands.

But at this moment, there was a rare trace of confusion and wavering in his eyes.

Blue sky, white clouds, flying birds.

Even in the eyes of Dick Lapian, this was too strange.

"Does she want such a day?"

His tone was annoyed and annoyed:

"Want to live without me?"

As if aware of the gods' emotions, the wind outside the window became swaying, but this was only fleeting. Immediately, the wind became more violent, as if it was deliberately concealing something.

"Forget it, it's just some emotions."

His voice was a little unsure:

"Is it okay to ignore her for a while?"