my stealth fighter

The suzerain is rather special, or it can be said to be the most special. The others decided to accept eternal life because they planned to emigrate to another planet together. Such a person who is known by too many people, it is even impossible to keep a low profile, except for the suzerain, she can hide in the world for a long time with the invisibility ability of the ninja suit, it is hard to say how long, but... even if there is only one in the world The person who can jump out of the Three Realms can only be her.

But because of this, her transformation must be done as early as possible, while her physical function is still at its peak, it will be permanently fixed, otherwise once it starts to go downhill... She relies on her strength to eat, and she is not as good as the chief and the pastor. This kind of transcendent is different, even counting the head of the school, the physical decline of the three of them is irrelevant, but the suzerain can't, the suzerain is just like the literal meaning of the poem - famous generals are like beautiful women, and they are not allowed to see gray hair.

Therefore, taking the opportunity of meeting the suzerain, he decisively made this proposal. As for the others, Aurora and the others, there was no need to worry. They were all young and could afford to wait, even after the emigration was successful.

The head of the academy also nodded in agreement, "What Chanji said makes sense. It's better to choose a date than to hit the sun. Just these two days? Sovereign Master, don't delay."

The suzerain hesitated for a moment, "Okay, you are right, but... how do you do it?"

It is extremely rare for the suzerain to speak in such a weak and hesitant tone. Even when she was trapped by No. 15 and Shui Miduan was extremely weak, her voice was weak but her tone was still firm and powerful. Now she is a little flustered, isn't it? Is it because she's used to wearing a mask every day and is afraid of needing to take it off in front of others?

The dean was also very curious about this question, and waited intently for his answer.

"Contact and exchange at the blood level is required." Youqisi said to him: "I am parasitic in your body, so I can easily modify your genes. If you want to modify their genes, you have to put a series of Nucleases made by me were transplanted into their bodies."

"Ah...?" Jiang Chanji didn't quite understand, "What exactly should I do?"

"Two ways, one is to draw your blood, then extract the useful nucleases in them, and then inject them into their bodies to modify specific gene segments, but your artificial nuclease technology is not even an entry-level one. And you don't want this kind of thing to be copied and spread in large numbers, so the easiest thing is for you to cut a wound on each of your hands, and pass the nuclease over directly through blood contact... But I remind you, your skin is It is far tougher than ordinary people, and you need a sharper knife to cut through it." She explained in detail.

Jiang Chanji originally thought that you could do it with Youqisi's black arms, but he didn't expect it would be troublesome, so he had to relay her words to the suzerain and the head of the school.

The suzerain was silent for a moment, and said: "The skin is indeed like this. If the idle knife is not extremely fast, it will be difficult to cut my skin, but I don't know if a scalpel can do it?"

The dean smiled knowingly, "I remember that our school's laboratory once made a few 'atomic knives' for fun. The width of the blade is one metal atom. It can be said to be the sharpest knife in the world. In or not."

Jiang Chanji felt chills on the back of his neck when he heard it. He felt that these knives might not have been made purely for fun, but maybe they were originally intended to be used as weapons to deal with superhuman beings.

The dean made a call, said a few words on the phone, and gestured OK to them. Not long after hanging up the phone, a teacher who Jiang Chan knew well and had met in the laboratory knocked on the door and sent them in. A box, handed over to the dean and left.

Both Jiang Chanji and the suzerain approached with great curiosity. The dean opened the box, and there were a few all-metal knives hanging in the air. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. The cold light of the blades made people shudder.

The dean took out one, with the blade facing up, and placed it in front of their eyes. The two of them opened their eyes wide, but it was obvious that the naked eye could not see how thin the tip of the blade was.

"When they were making a list of supplies, Eve reminded them to bring some surgical instruments, especially scalpels, but these should be more useful than scalpels, right?" Jiang Chanji said in awe.

The dean couldn't help but smiled, shook his head and said, "This is just a toy. Although they are extremely sharp, they are also extremely fragile. They are basically disposable, so they need to be suspended in the air, so that the blade cannot touch anything. It needs to be used once. High-pressure water jets are re-cut and polished, otherwise they will not be as sharp as before, and they are not suitable for taking to the wild primitive world-but at least for now, they are indeed sharp."

The suzerain and Jiang Chanji looked at each other. Although the latter could only see the former's mask, the former was quite regretful just now. If he had known that there was such a sharp blade, it would be great to equip the ninjas. But if you listen carefully, you will have no regrets No, such delicate things are not suitable for rough women like them.

After the suzerain realized that he didn't need to take off his mask, he relaxed a lot, took off a glove and asked, "Come on, how big a wound do you need to cut?"

You Qisi's answer is that as long as the wound doesn't heal within a few seconds, it's fine. In this case, you only need to cut your fingers. The suzerain and Jiang Chanji each stretched out a hand and put it in front of the dean. The dean carefully scratched it down with the atomic knife—— It is equivalent to cutting the connection between molecules with the thickness of an atom, with almost no force, and because the knife is too sharp, Jiang Chanji and the Suzerain didn't even feel the pain for a long time, and the blood flowed out.

The two of them pressed the wounds of their respective fingers together, as if they were performing some kind of weird blood-swallowing ceremony, and all three of them noticed that a faint black breath extended from Jiang Chanji's hand, entangled with the empty scroll He held the suzerain's hand, but it only lasted for a moment before retracting.

"It seems to be ok..." Jiang Chanji was reminded by You Qisi.

"So fast?" The suzerain withdrew his hand, "I didn't feel anything."

"It's like this. I didn't feel any abnormality at that time or now, so it should be fine." He explained.

"Then I'll come too." The dean said, and when Jiang Chanji turned his head, he found that she had also cut her finger.

After completing the "finger sticking" with the dean in the same way, the wound almost stopped bleeding.

"Are you sorry?" Jukis knew what he was thinking.

Indeed, Jiang Chanji thought he could finally see the true face of the suzerain, but in the end...it was somewhat regrettable.

"This is what she looks like."

In the virtual space of his mind, another figure appeared, if not for Youqisi's words first, he would not have dared to contact the suzerain at all.