Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 527 Different
After a while, Lu Mingfei sat on a chair in the medical area and chatted with Old Tang next to him about what happened today.

"Old Tang, do you still remember Uncle De and the others?"

Old Tang nodded, and the prosthetic limb on his arm also fluctuated with his movements, but looking at his expression, he was still somewhat puzzled.

"I do remember that Ender guy, but it's not normal."

Lu Mingfei looked at Lao Tang's two snake-like prosthetic limbs speechlessly, thinking that you have become a cyborg, and what is reasonable or not.

"You see, the reason you didn't lose your memory is because of that fellow Ender's blood, right?" Old Tang analyzed. Although he didn't go to much school, he is still considered a half-scientist now, so he looks a little bit better.

"But I'm human, why didn't I lose my memory?"

On the side, Chu Zihang was wiping his body, and the priest left in the medical area was treating his throat. Hearing what Old Tang said, he turned around and said, "Maybe it's because you are a human being, and you don't have any dragon blood."

In this world with dragons, there are only hybrids who have worked unremittingly for many years and the erosiveness of dragon blood. There is no longer a pure human being. They are all hybrids with dragon blood.

The only difference is the amount of dragon blood.

But for the Dragon King resurrected from the brain nucleus, it is another matter. They are pure human beings in the true sense.

Perhaps it is because of this purity that they are saved from the disaster of amnestic erasure.

On the side, Liu Mei, who was in charge of the treatment, put down her hands, looked at Chu Zihang's healed lips, nodded with satisfaction, pressed her thick palm on Chu Zihang's shoulder, and said with relief: "Not bad, not bad, better than your father."

Chu Zihang touched his lips, satisfied with the healing effect, and said to the tall priest in front of him, "In that case, brother Liu, let's go in."

Liu Mei nodded, motioned for a few people to come with him, and introduced: "The girl has just completed a digestive tract implantation recently, counting the days, she should be exhausted today."

There are not many dragonborn here. It happened to be midnight when the amnestic was deleted, and many people left the ice cellar. Only the priest in charge of healing like Liu Mei and a few members of the equipment department stayed here to observe Xia Mi. Case.

After walking through a disinfection tunnel, several people put on protective clothing and came to Xia Mi's ward. The girl was lying on the bed. The skin of her body had just been regenerated, and only a layer of translucent membrane wrapped the muscles underneath.

The blue-black artificial blood flows in the blood vessels, and the yellow fat is mixed between the muscles, enough to make any normal person fear.

"It looks worse than I did back then." Old Tang sighed. When he ran out of Norton's body back then, his skin was bumpy, like a potato, but it was better than Xia Mi at this time.

Hearing the sound, the girl lying on the hospital bed opened her eyes, her face was a little embarrassed, because of incomplete skin regeneration, she was not wearing any clothes, but was covered with a special blanket to cover her body.

Even so, she still showed a bright smile: "Yo, senior brother, long time no see!"

From the face of the other party, whose muscles were exposed like anatomical specimens, the shadow of Xia Mi in the past could still be vaguely seen.

Chu Zihang stepped forward and nodded to Xia Mi: "I'm sorry for what happened before..."

"It's okay, brother, you didn't stab me anyway," Xia Mi rolled his eyes, "But if you're really sorry, can you tell the principal so that I don't go to school?"

Xia Mi stared at Chu Zihang pitifully, matching her current appearance, there was no cuteness, only horror and horror.

"Sorry, that's the only thing I can't do." Chu Zihang coldly rejected Xia Mi's request.

Seeing this, Xia Mi sighed: "Hey, I'm not a mixed race now, how can I compare to you superhumans."

"How can you say that!" A shrill voice came from the side. In the darkness, a figure wearing a protective suit stepped out. Looking at the unrestrained aura, he was obviously a lunatic from the equipment department.

"The bones on your body are the most excellent alchemy creations. Together with the artificial muscles, they are enough to release strength beyond ordinary people. Even compared with A-level hybrids, they are no different!"

A member of the equipment department said plausibly. Seeing this, Old Tang said to Lu Mingfei: "His name is Coleman, and this guy made my prosthetic limb. You know, a person like him..."

"The brain is not normal, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded understandingly.

Xia Mi was a little helpless: "Let's go, uncle, you've been staring at me for almost a week, is it interesting?"

"It's very interesting," Coleman nodded. "It means a lot to me to be able to watch my own creation work little by little."

Old Tang sighed, walked out helplessly, and dragged Coleman towards the door. Liu Mei also turned and left, leaving the ward to Lu Mingfei and the other two.

Xia Mi moved a few times, as if he wanted to raise his hand, but finally gave up, and could only cry and say, "Look, that's how it is, every day is not peaceful."

"After all, junior girl, you are very powerful." Lu Mingfei stepped forward with a smile: "Just like Kusanagi Motoko in Ghost in the Shell, isn't it cool to transform people with prosthetic bodies?"

"It seems quite reasonable." Xia Mi tilted her head, implicated in the wound, and made her grin for a moment: "Compared with this, I want to know what you guys asked me to do."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other, and then they talked about the upside-down world outside.

……

"Really, global amnestic loss?" Xia Mi's eyes widened, a little unbelievable: "It's too exaggerated to forget Principal Angers!"

Chu Zihang nodded and asked, "Theoretically, this may be the work of the Dragon King, but we know very little about this phenomenon. You were once a part of Yemengard, so you may know something."

Xia Mi closed his eyes slightly, and said with some pain: "Even if you say so, this kind of thing is too exaggerated. It might be better if it can be specific to a certain dragon king."

Human memory is distributed like a net. For Xia Mi, Ye Mengjia's ten-thousand-year-long memory is hidden in the depths of her consciousness, and she needs a hand to help her recall it.

"That's it, what is Yemengade's reaction to the name Odin?" Chu Zihang paused slightly, and said the name of the terrifying Dragon King in the past.

Xia Mi opened her eyes with a confused expression. After a while, she saw blood flowing from her nostrils.

Chu Zihang took the gauze from the medicine cabinet next to it, and gently placed it under Xia Mi's nose. Xia Mi let out a low gasp, and then raised his head to look at Chu Zihang.

"In Jormungandr's memory, the impression of Odin is very...

Split,

One Odin is warm and wise, the other... gloomy and irascible..."

(End of this chapter)