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Archie tentatively asked: "Senior, can you charge my optical brain?" Since the ray gun can be charged, maybe the optical brain can also be charged.

Bamboo suddenly realized and stretched out his hand.

Archie untied his optical brain and handed it over.

Bamboo was very satisfied with his active "feeding" behavior, and "eat it" in a blink of an eye. Archie and Will only saw the light brain flicker a few times like water waves, and then light up again——Bambu In the eyes of spiritual power users, the process of eating and reassembling can still be traced if one pays attention.This is also the reason why Bamboo never dared to "eat" in front of Milan and Drucker before, but now, since half of the boat has been eaten, it doesn't matter if he eats this little thing. Besides, if anyone doubts, He continued to use the ray gun to "solve" the doubt.

He still doesn't understand that for those who know his strength, no matter what he does, the other party will not dare to object.

Archie took back the optical brain, thanked him, and then sent out his own signal for help.

In order to show his sincerity, he directly projected the optical brain screen into the air so that everyone could see it.

Bamboo didn't care about Archie's way of showing sincerity.

He turned his head and began to deal with the things he had always been interested in: "How is Greg?"

As soon as he asked about Greg, Will immediately perked up: "There seems to be no problem with the physiological function, but the sense of balance is missing, and I can't express myself. It's a bit like a stroke. Master, can you check it out? My little master... Gray Greg has never had such a bizarre medical history."

His master is now this strong man who looks like a child, and he is no longer the original person.

Without the permission of the original owner, the follower cannot change the owner midway, but Will and the previous owner have a purely employment relationship, not a follower relationship. This is one of the important reasons why he offered to follow Bamboo at the beginning.

Will looked around for a place to put Greg down, but the feeling of being up in the air made him afraid to do so.

Fortunately, Will is not as trembling as Archie. Since he has established a master-slave relationship with Bamboo, it is only natural to ask the master for help, so he hesitated a little and asked, "Master, can I get Gray?" Where is the grid?"

"Oh." According to the principle that people usually lie on the bed, Bamboo readily provided a big bed, which was exactly the same as the one under Milan.

Greg rolled his eyes sideways, drooling, and looked like he had a stroke.

Bamboo knew it wasn't.

He unbuttoned Greg directly, exposing his white breasts, and stretched his hand vertically above his chest—space button?No, no, he has already eaten this space button.

Bamboo pulled the energyless space button aside, and a shiny table knife appeared in his hand.

That's right, it is the table knife that every family usually uses.

It's a pity that he has never eaten a scalpel, so he can only use a table knife of the same type as a substitute.

With a flash of light, the knife pierced Greg's chest straight to the handle!

Will watched Bamboo standing blankly holding the table knife for a while, not knowing what it meant, but before he blinked, the knife went straight in, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and even forgot the honorific title: "You !What are you doing!"

Bamboo's thrust was extremely fast, and Will couldn't stop it at all. Now that the knife was stuck in Greg's body, he didn't dare to move.

Bamboo said "Stay" for a while, and replied calmly: "Save him." Then he pointed to Greg's face, "Look."

Will was dubious, and looked along Bamboo's finger—huh?

Greg's eyes, which he had been unable to close, closed, opened, blinked quite normally, and closed again.

His face is serene, his breathing is steady, and his body is no longer stiff.

Although there was a knife handle on his chest, his chest heaved and heaved between breaths, and he didn't show any discomfort.

"How is this going?"

"This is a silver table knife."

Silver knife?Is it used to split people as Christmas turkeys?Will didn't know how to react to this nonsense answer.

Bamboo looked at Will's puzzled expression, and thought that silver is such a useful thing, whether it is free silver ions that can be used for disinfection, or silver-based electrical contact materials with good electrical and thermal conductivity, it is completely different for Greg now. Kill two birds with one stone.

——Although he has just learned to transfer objects from a distance, Bamboo intuitively believes that once the energy block he has been coveting is transferred, it will have a bad influence on Greg.

Sure enough, with a stab of spiritual power, he found the real hiding place of abnormal energy fluctuations next to Greg's heart, and directly maintained the energy body of Greg's life.

It was precisely because of the sudden annihilation that absorbed all the energy, the small energy block in Greg's body was temporarily scrapped, which caused a series of physical symptoms.

The insertion of the scalpel seems to be a one-shot, but the tip of the knife has trembled several times. Bamboo originally intended to devour and replicate extremely quickly, but the fibers derived from the energy block are both numerous and thin, tightly entangled with the biological tissue , closely combined, he was not sure how to restore it in an instant, so he had to charge the energy block first, then physically divide it into several areas, and replace them bit by bit.

Sure enough, once he had energy, Greg returned to normal, but his body also needed to adjust, so Bamboo simply continued to arrange his deep sleep mode.

——Not everyone wakes up and sees a knife stuck in his chest, and he can still be calm, it is better to go to sleep directly.

After the replica energy block was completely replaced, Bamboo pulled out the table knife, and Will immediately wrapped his mental power on Greg's wound, blocking the outflow of blood and blood—the edge of the incision was smooth and abnormal, and it was not difficult Stitching wounds only requires micro manipulation.

For Will, who is at the fourth level of physical strength, no matter whether he observes his eyesight or the stability of his fingers, micromanipulation is nothing to worry about—the influence of mental power is more about realizing various space-distance abilities through instructions issued by brain waves, and physical strength. Strength is reflected in the strengthening of various parts of the body. Of course, there are intersections between the two. There is no unified identification of the specific boundaries. It can only be said that everything is still being explored.

Will moved extremely quickly, and completed it in the blink of an eye. Then he took out the first-aid kit attached to the back of Greg's protective suit, took a bandage and wrapped it tightly, and then heaved a sigh of relief, turning his head—huh?Bamboo watched intently.

It turns out that this is how to stop the bleeding. Bamboo found out that the combination of mental strength and physical strength is used in this way, and it is still used in the field of first aid. Of course, he is interested.

There was no taboo in this behavior, and he didn't care that there was an Archie beside him who was sending a distress signal.

This led to Olier, the eagle-eyed old man opposite Archie's optical brain, to watch the whole process directly.

Olier, who failed to achieve his goal because of the annihilation, lost troops, and was even cursed by Heifeng because he lost Qian Weining, was in a bad mood. He locked himself in the captain's room and didn't know what he was doing. The blonde who had been snuggling up to her was like a rag doll at the moment, curled up in the corner of the captain's cabin with messy clothes and blood all over her body.