Super God Gene

Han Sen just returned to the hotel, Yang Fuzi said with excitement: "Adults...all...all sold out...the genetic eggs we put on...all but the octopus gone……"

Hansen probably knew what had happened. He was shocked at the banquet. There were wealthy people who were very wealthy. Looking at his shop under curiosity, it was normal to take some genetic eggs.

"Take the mutated worms under the eggs. After the other goods are finished, don't do it again, wait until I get a new genetic egg." Han Sen has no intention to get any genetic eggs. His purpose can be It's not purely for making money, just enough.

"Adults, although you are supernatural, but you only have to dig up the genetic eggs by yourself, waste your adult time, do not say, can not form a good supply and marketing relationship, is not conducive to long-term development." Yang Fuzi said.

"Yang old, what do you mean?" Hansen asked Yang Fuzi.

"We can find the channel to purchase, and then sell it online, so although we earn less, but the water is flowing..." Yang Fuzi said his thoughts in detail.

"That's a trouble for you." Hansen gave the money and rights to Yang Fuzi.

Yang Fuzi is very excited to prepare for the show. Before, he didn't have the blood of the gods, and he didn't have much pursuit. Now he has the blood of the gods, or the blood of the perfect god. Yang Fuzi is like a teenager. It is full of enthusiasm.

"Right, the Saint Wenbai deer is temporarily used by you." Hansen said that he transferred the holy white deer to Yang Fuzi. If he had any troubles when he was not there, Yang Fuzi had the holy white deer to resist one. two.

"Adults please rest assured that the old man must operate the store." Yang Fuzi was so excited that he could not speak. He had never thought about it before, and one day he could also drive the god-level genetics.

"Safety first, other efforts are good." Han Sen waved his hand and returned to his room.

Lying in bed, Hansen took out the stone sarcophagus to play, but his heart sighed secretly: "When the Tianshen Tower was exploded, even the scorpion sent by Miss Xiangyin was ruined. I am really sorry for her."

Putting the stone sarcophagus to the mouth and playing the song that the scented to teach him, as before, there is a cloud of mist in the pupil, forming a cloud above him.

There was a voice coming out of the cloud, which seemed to be a thunder and lightning, and it seemed to be a low-pitched Buddha.

Hansen listened to this kind of voice many times, and did not figure out what it meant. Today, because of the scent of the heart, there is no room to listen to those voices, just playing with their eyes closed.

The sound of humming, secluded and quiet, the power of the phonological system is the power of tremors, but the sound of squeaking will make people quiet, even if they are somewhat impetuous, they will be influenced by the sound and become calm.

Hansen blows a song, touches the stone in his hand, and the closed eyes are also opened, but this time he sees the cloud at the top of his head, but it is a slight glimpse.

In the past, when Hansen played, he could only hear the whisper of the gods, and he could not understand what it meant.

But this time, he not only heard the whispering sound, but also saw that there was a golden lightning flash in the cloud.

Even more bizarre is that the electric patterns formed by the thunder and lightning are actually the appearance of some symbols or words. Although Hansen has not seen the words, but I don’t know why, when I saw those messages, there was a strange kind in my heart. Feeling, it seems that I understand what they mean at once.

Hansen suddenly came to the spirit, staring at the ever-changing golden lightning in the cloud and carefully remembering it. The more he saw it, the more surprised he was.

Only for a moment, the lightning has gradually converge, and the voice inside is gradually disappearing. Even after a while, the cloud will dissipate.

Hansen quickly took out the stone sarcophagus and played it again. Soon the cloud group gathered again, and the sound of chanting again came out inside, but the golden lightning pattern did not appear again.

"How could this be?" Hansen repeatedly tried several times and the results were the same. No matter how he played, even if he tried to blow a song, he still had no golden lightning coming out of the cloud.

"It’s a **** of a ghost. It’s obviously the same person. The stone is also the one. Why is there such a big difference?” Hansen’s doubts, carefully recalling the difference between the play and the present.

"Before I played, I didn't think so much. I just felt that I had a lot of distracting thoughts with Miss Xiangyin. Now, if there is any difference, that is the only way." Hansen wants to retrieve it. The emotions just went to boast.

It is a pity that this kind of emotion, even if you have the power to destroy the earth, can not be controlled, but the accidental tremor of the soul can also be an instant feeling, which can be controlled by manpower.

The more Hansen let himself not think about it, the more he has no way to enter that mood, and he can only give up.

"If the meaning of the golden lightning pattern is true, it would be too amazing." Han Sen secretly said.

Although he did not see the complete Thunderbolt, but only the words he saw were already very amazing. The above recorded is actually the method of casting God.

The so-called method of casting the gods is not to cultivate the god-level genetics, but to cast the true gods.

Unfortunately, Hansen saw only a part of it, and it was only a matter of speculation.

“How can I see the full text?” Han Sen really wants to figure out how to be able to cast the gods in the end. Is the truth recorded above true?

"The sacrifice of the gods!" The illusion of the great demon appeared in front of Hansen, looking at the stone sarcophagus in the hands of Hansen, and his eyes were hot.

"Do you know this thing?" Hansen asked to ask the big demon.

"It is called the sacrifice of the gods, it is the ritual of the sacrifice of the gods." The great devil replied, but his eyes never moved away from the stone.

"I know this is awkward, I want to ask you, what is the use of this thing?" Hansen frowned.

The big demon recovered his gaze and smiled slightly: "As the name implies, of course, it is used to worship the gods, otherwise what else is it?"

Han Sen looked at the big demon without talking. From the big demon to see the performance of Shi Jie, it would never be as simple as she said.

"Don't look at me like that. If you want to know the detailed usage of it, you can do it with you for a night." The big devil lay sideways opposite Hansen and hooked his chin with his fingers. Said.

"I still have something, you are happy." Han Sen got up and got out of bed. It doesn't matter if the big devil doesn't say anything. If he can figure out the lightning messages in the cloud, he should be able to figure out what the use of Ishigaki is. .

It’s just that Hansen’s own music rumors are not very good, that is, before the accidental feeling of Missy Yin, the golden lightning is excited.

Let him come again, there is no such state of mind, but it can't be done anyway.

"I can't do it myself. It doesn't mean that others can't. If the Fengyin sound is really the reincarnation of Miss Xiangyin, she must have great talent in music. It should help me to solve the secret of the shackles." Han Sen secretly calculated, intends to go Fight Fengyin to help.

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