Super God Gene

"Robbery? Where can you rob this thing?" Hansen took out the silvery variant of the octagonal egg and threw it to Yang.

Yang Fuzi caught the mutated worm eggs and took a look at them in front of them. The eyes were about to come out: "Adults... is this really you dug?"

"Isn't it dig or born?" Hansen said with a grin.

Yang Fuzi is really unbelievable. Han Sen doesn't understand the art of the veins. He just went to the ancient Asian star and turned around. Not only did he dig a dozen octopus eggs, but he also dug a mutated worm egg. This is simply The incredible miracle, if everyone is like Hansen, then they should starve to death.

For the first time, Yang Fuzi had doubts about his professional value, and he did not know what to say for a while.

Li Bingyu does not believe that these octopus eggs were dug by Hansen himself. In his heart, he said: "He must have contacted Qin Bai. It seems that my chance is coming soon."

"Yang Lao, these genetic eggs will be handed over to you, and I will sell them for a good price. Our food and clothing use depends on them." Han Sen said to Yang Fuzi.

"Adult, this variant of the octopus eggs is best not to sell, only sell those ordinary octopus eggs, this mutant egg is left as a treasure of the town shop, with it in our store, will definitely give We have attracted a lot of business," said Yang Fuzi.

"You can do it." Hansen's interest in money is actually not big, and he can only have enough money to let him live in Yuxi City.

"Where is Qin Wan's body in the end?" Han Sen studied the map of Yuxi City carefully, but because the city of Yuxi is too big, it is difficult to judge where the mystery of Bai Mo said.

Hansen bought some refrigerated genetic blood from the Internet. They are all low-grade goods and cannot be used for a few dollars.

Because there is a quantum transmission system, even in the case of several galaxies, it can be directly sent to the transmission station, and then distributed by the courier.

Hansen quickly got the blood of several big bags of genetics and then shut himself in the room.

Putting the stone scorpion in the bathtub, Hansen poured the blood in the chilled bag on the stone scorpion. After the blood touched the stone scorpion, he suddenly saw the strange symbol engraved on it, and released it. The petrified ray.

The places where the petrified light shines, whether metal or flesh and blood, are directly petrified, and even Hansen’s clothes are turned into stones.

Unfortunately, this petrified light can not help Hansen's body, Han Sen just feels a little cool, the skin and hair are not signs of petrification.

As the blood plunges more and more, the pattern on the stone scorpion seems to be able to **** blood, and all the blood is sucked into the pattern.

Hansen poured blood into one bag and one bag. The blood of the patterns became more and more heavy, and the petrified light became more and more intense. Until the blood bag had only one bag left, Hansen suddenly heard a bang. The stone scorpion turned on the line automatically.

"I don't know what is hidden inside?" Hansen was curious in his heart. He reached out and opened the stone scorpion, and suddenly he glimpsed.

I saw that the thing contained in the stone scorpion is an elliptical stone. The shape is a bit like an egg. The top has a mouth. There are six holes on the side. The whole body is dark gray, which is clearly a stone sarcophagus.

He is a kind of instrument. Hansen is no stranger to this kind of instrument. In the past, one of the eight devils of the ancient devils gave a scent to Hansen and taught him how to brag.

Unfortunately, Hansen's music cells are very general. Although they have been self-taught for a while, they have not achieved much success. They only occasionally take entertainment from themselves.

Now I saw another cockroach. Hansen took it in his hand. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Since Miss Xiangyin’s sister has soared, Hansen has thought of many ways to find her, but she has never found it. This is also the regret of Hansen’s heart. .

The petrified ray on the stone scorpion has disappeared. Hansen stroked the sarcophagus and sighed in his heart: "Miss Xiangyin, where have you gone?"

The stone sarcophagus is simple and simple, and there is no pattern decoration on it. It is a look that looks not very beautiful, and can even be said to be a rough stone.

The surface of the stone sarcophagus is not even polished and smooth, and it seems to be pitted, as if it were something from ancient times.

Hansen carefully searched the inside of the stone scorpion, but unfortunately there was nothing but the sarcophagus.

"So strange stone scorpion, what can be installed inside can not be ordinary things?" Han Sen looked left and right, did not see anything special about this sarcophagus.

After thinking about it, Han Sen put the stone sarcophagus in his mouth and planned to play a song to try it. See if this sarcophagus has any special ability.

However, Hansen’s breath was blown in, and the stone scorpion was not blown by him. Nothing was loud except for the wind that he blew.

"Weird, how can this sarcophagus not ring?" Hansen surprised to look at the sarcophagus again, but still can't see any problem. The structure of the sarcophagus is no different from the ordinary cockroach. The airway is not blocked. I don't know. Why can't you blow the sound?

Putting the bandits on his lips again, this time Hansen condensed the power of the Xuan Huang Jing, and poured a strong breath directly into this tone, slamming into the shackles.

"Hey!" The bleak snoring sounded, Hansen's fingers moved, making the pipa emit different tones.

What surprised Hansen was that after his fingers were removed, there was a smoke from the sound hole, and the smoke gradually gathered in the air, and in a short time it turned into a white cloud.

"What is this?" Hansen stopped boasting, looking at the white cloud suspended in the air, looking like a cloud of arms that Sun Wukong drove.

Suddenly, Han Sen heard that among the white clouds, there was a seemingly innocent voice. The voice was not very small, but it was hard to hear clearly. It was like a woman’s whispering voice, and it was like a Buddha. In the chanting.

"Who is inside?" Hansen frowned slightly, punching the cloud, and the cloud broke open with his fist, and the smoke disappeared, and the sound disappeared.

"What the **** is this?" Hansen couldn't help but frown, and once again picked up the sarcophagus, and soon there was a smoke inside the pupil, re-condensing the clouds.

Han Sen listened to his ears, and he heard the strange whispering whisper in the clouds. The sound seemed to be extremely far and very close, and it sounded erratic.

Hansen listened carefully for a while, and the look on his face gradually changed, and the cloud automatically dissipated at this time.

I quickly picked up the sarcophagus and played it again. It really condensed the clouds. This time Hansen listened more carefully. After listening to it for a while, his face became more and more strange.

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