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Mado Wuxu snorted dissatisfiedly: "I asked my old colleague to help you take the leave you asked for these few months, Akatsuki. Otherwise, you would never have the opportunity to get such a long vacation."

"Aunt Qingzi helped, not you. Get out, you're going to scare her."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Mado Wu Xu said helplessly, hesitation flickered in the corner of his eyes, and he finally decided to say: "Xiao... Although I don't know if it's okay to ask you like this, but let you make the decision. The person who gave birth to this child...wouldn't be her father?"

"No, it's my own will." Akatsuki Mado whispered.

"That's good." Mado Wu Xu nodded and walked out of the operating room.

A few minutes later, a gust of wind passed through the operating room, blowing the faces of Akira Mado and No. 307. A young man in a black coat took off the 'Sura' mask on his face.

Mado Akatsuki was not surprised by his arrival, and his expression of emotion when his father left suddenly became cold: "You are so late."

"Although a wanted criminal like me has been hiding for a year, it is not easy to come to a place like the hospital in the first district." Weston spread his hands and said, he walked to the operating room and lifted the bed sheet that Madoka knew.The latter's face suddenly became angry, and he pushed him away: "You bastard, don't go too far..."

"Hey, stinky woman, don't miss my kindness." Weston lifted her stomach, looked at the laparotomy wound under her abdomen, and put his palm on it.

"...I don't want your charity, anyway, your goal has been achieved!"

"Oh, then I still want to experiment. The latest RC cell research results, the classification of fire breathing, discharge, and healing, as well as the conditions for qualitative use... I also opened a research institute recently." There is no intention of stopping.

RC cells were slowly injected into Akatsuki Mado's body, and the latter's pale expression quickly returned to red at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, the suture wound from the abdomen was completely erased.

Mado Akatsuki could only feel the warm sunlight shining in his body, and when it was over, he stared at Weston in surprise: "This is..."

"It's just a small operation with some by-products. It's the same as the nutrition you eat..."

"You disgusting hooligan, you don't intend to be here..." Akatsuki Mado blushed.

"Forget it. I will continue to provide you with nutrition for nine months. To be honest, your figure is no longer arousing desire in my eyes. Madok knows."

"you……"

"This is a normal reaction, right? I won't lie to you that it's more exciting to have a big belly. It's fine once or twice, but you have to be careful not to damage 307 three times or four times. Your body like that will only make people feel uncomfortable. I find it boring. But fortunately, everything is over..." Weston said calmly.

Akira Mado turned his face away, gritted his teeth and said, "Remember it for me."

Weston stared at her, thinking in his eyes.

Can the party who is forcibly plundered be able to make the party being robbed willingly, creating a sense of obsession and dependence?He doesn't know.

But from the completely different attitude of this woman before and now, she should have some obsession with him.Of course... It can also be said that the reality that cannot be resisted has no choice but to accept fate.As a bond between the two parties, No. 307 made this relationship develop in a benign direction, and even had the illusion of a 'divorced family'.

However, all of this will end today...

Even if the other party's body is legally played with for the reason of 'in order to deliver nutrition', there is no way to say it in the future.

Shaking his head secretly in his heart, he no longer paid attention to these matters of desire. He turned his eyes to No. 307, and a striking black hair and bright black eyes faced him.

"..."

It wasn't No. 306's silly hug-seeking expression, there was more reason in her eyes.

"It's really similar...and 302."

Mado Akira on the side frowned unhappy: "Don't give her such a weird name, I have already decided on her name, and it will be called Aige."

This name...Weston resisted the urge to complain.Thinking about the ability he speculated on No. 307, it really matches 'Love Song' very well.

Suppressing these emotions, Weston directly asked No. 307 in front of him with his doubts over the past nine months: "It was you who made the 'Dragon' nine months ago, and used the 'Dragon' as an analysis to consume energy. Is it? Just nod your head."

No. 307's little head nodded.

"Why did you choose this way of birth? No. 307. You should be able to perform calculations like 306 to absorb energy and be born in advance." If the special ability of No. 306 means that the world has been magically changed after birth.Then the seventh daughter in front of me should be the role of the planner.

Therefore, the real culprit was the planner of the earthquake that covered the entire underground area from District [-] to District [-] before September.

No. 307: 【<<<】

"Do you use this language for messages that are too complicated? But if you can do calculations, you should be able to simulate our language to speak and explain." Weston wondered.

Mado Akatsuki looked at this scene in astonishment: "You are too strong, you want to talk about the birth of the love song just now..."

"Oh, superficial."

'╬' Akatsuki Mado's forehead exploded.

Weston ignored Matoshi who was about to explode, and stared straight at No. 307: "So, what is your plan?"

The eyeballs of No. 307 ignored the eye contact with Weston and turned to Akatsuki Mado. It was self-evident why she chose to be born as a normal human.

Mado Akatsuki was taken aback, could it be that her original plan - using the devil's son to fight against the devil, could be successful?

Weston: "..."

"Can you calculate the barrier to the main world?"

307 blinked, manipulating some sort of ripple into Weston's brainwaves.

【<<<】

"Time? I see..."

"Aren't you going to take her away?" Mado Akatsuki asked.

Weston shook his head, he stared at No. 307, three years...

but.