Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

Although the culprit who turned him into this is quite annoying, and he would never pay attention to him under normal conditions, but now...

The little number 690 calculated his body shape and physical strength recovery, and thought about whether to continue to stay on his shoulders and be thrown away, or to sit in a safer palm to adjust better. He quickly made a decision,

In other words, this choice does not need to be too entangled at all.

Number 690 will never wrong himself.

The little number 690 snorted softly, the expression in the strange eyes still carried a condescending arrogance, even from his current perspective, he could at most see the articulate hand placed in front of him,

He had no reason to refuse, so the number 690 stepped on Dr. Sawada's shoulder and stepped on the fingertips stretched out in front of him, walked past the fingertips, and finally stopped in the palm,

With a wave of the trident, a luxurious seat with the same proportion as number 690 appeared in the palm of Dr. Sawada, and then he sat on the luxurious seat like an elegant devil, crossed his legs and propped his face arrogantly signaling that he could go ,

Dr. Sawada, who couldn't help shaking his shoulders, quickly suppressed his laughter. If this posture was done in the normal form of number 690, it would really feel a little dangerous, but in this state that is only about one finger high, no matter how you look at it I think...it's pretty cute.

puff.

In order to prevent number 690 from getting angry, Dr. Sawada endured it very hard. The brown eyes blocked by the lens under the cloak were all smiling, and the corners of his lips were raised wildly.

Although I didn't get along very much before, compared with the previous state, the current number 690 may be much cuter.

It's not that Dr. Sawada doesn't know what the real number 690 looks like, nor is he ignorant of the past of number 690. After all, he also obtained part of the information of Liudaokuku when he was experimented on humans by accident.

But sure enough, compared to the selfless appearance when he was affected, the current appearance is more comfortable to look at.

Anyway, it was someone who genuinely worried a long time ago, even though they didn't know each other at that time.

But ah... Dr. Dr. Sawada's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a little sigh in the depths of his brown eyes, looking at the number 690 whose body was getting more and more stiff as the research institute not far away gradually became clearer,

That's why I said, maybe it would be better not to bring it.

The small number 690's eyes slowly opened wide, a daze gradually appeared on his face, his whole body was tense, and the blood in his right eye became darker.

Pretending not to notice the abnormality of number 690, he seemingly smoothly put the small number 690 into the cloak and put it in the pocket on the other side, breaking the increasingly restless atmosphere of number 690,

Dr. Sawada easily sneaked into the outer courtyard from the outer wall, counted the time, and breathed a sigh of relief.

You still have time.

And number 690, who was put into his pocket casually by him, struggled and rolled upside down in the pocket for a long time because of the wrong posture, and managed to stand up straight and pull it by the side of the pocket, now his face is quite ugly.

The field of view is completely blocked by the thick cloak, and the luxury seat transformed before has completely disappeared, and the gloomy atmosphere that just lingered on number 690 has dissipated now.

The smile on the face of the little number 690 disappeared, and the clothes on his body were a little messy because of the tumbling just now. For him now, the past and the research institute are no longer important. Treat his guy into reincarnation!

Raising the trident, he poked at the number 690 on Dr. Sawada and suddenly smiled. With an inexplicable gnashing of teeth, he stabbed at Dr. Sawada desperately through his clothes. His strange eyes were stained with a cruel smile, as if Facing some life-and-death enemy,

"Hiss." Dr. Sawada gasped and begged for mercy in a low voice, even though it sounded without any sincerity, "Okay, I have something to do, how about poking it later?"

This guy is not reflecting at all!

The little number 690's face turned even darker. If Dr. Sawada didn't seem to be doing something through the gap, he would never stop here.

But after the end, he will never let this hateful mafia go!

Number 690 seems to have forgotten the fact that Dr. Sawada is probably not considered a mafia.

Dr. Sawada didn't know what number 690 was thinking, but he was relieved that he stopped,

After all, such a small trident has been poking him, which is actually quite itchy, and it still hurts, probably bleeding.

Well, it's a good thing to be so lively.

Dr. Sawada sighed slightly, feeling that his lower limit seemed to be getting lower and lower. He clearly remembered that these guys were his "experimental products".

Dr. Sawada held the little snow lion that had just been pulled out of the "nest" on the other side, hid his breath and temporarily hid in the corner, and treated the injured little snow lion's wound.

In fact, it should have been dealt with just now, but because I was in a hurry, I didn't start until now.

Take out medicine, cotton swabs, and some empty test tubes from Space Newry. First, pinch the little snow lion's claws to expose the nails hidden inside. Use cotton swabs to dip the things in the nails, and put them into the test tubes inside……

Number 690, who was lying on the edge of the pocket and watching, squinted his strange eyes,

It's not like healing,

Number 690 glanced at Dr. Sawada, whose face was mostly hidden under the cloak. His eyes were deep, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.

It's more like sampling than healing.

Dr. Sawada didn't explain too much. After putting away all the filled test tubes, he officially started to heal the wound.

"Be patient a little bit." Dr. Sawada said in a low voice, the deep and magnetic voice penetrated into the little snow lion's ears like a little hook, making the unconscious little snow lion shake its small round ears unconsciously,

Disinfecting the wound, dressing the wound, and feeding the recovery potion... It seemed to be quite smooth. Dr. Sawada's movements were gentle, but even so, it still brought a little pain to the little snow lion, and made the little snow lion that had spread out because of trust reunite. A ball, hugging its own tail unconsciously, pressing the tip of the orange-red tail against its abdomen, after the dazzling color is blocked, it seems to have really turned into a small snowball, trembling slightly,

It was very obedient and did not make any unnecessary noises.

Seemingly rubbing against Dr. Sawada's fingertips pitifully, the little snowball rolled, trying to avoid the hand that healed him, and because the range of motion was not large, Dr. Sawada was soon trapped again, and finally died The Loveless Land closed itself in the palm of Dr. Sawada.

"That's all right." Dr. Sawada chuckled, probably because he was heard, and the little snow lion immediately relaxed.

Dr. Sawada rubbed the little snowball at last, with a little apology deep in his brown eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but the words turned into a soft sigh, and finally turned into a sentence that may seem too simple,

"Thank you."