Yuanshin: Reborn as the No.12 Chief Executive Officer

He felt that his body had become stronger...

The skirmisher looked at his hands in disbelief, the nails had grown longer, almost like dragon claws.

The current him is an incomplete version of Demonic Dragon Transformation, far from Chen Feng's Demonic Dragon Transformation.

But even so, it's good to succeed the first time.

And most importantly...

The skirmisher stroked his heart.

He actually... felt a heart beating in his place...

"Very good, very good...very good." Feng Chen clapped his hands above him, getting his due applause and congratulations for the stragglers, "Scaramucci, you really didn't disappoint me."

"Welcome, once again become the sixth chief executive officer of the Fools..."Scatterers"."

Facing Chen Feng's sincere attitude, the scattered soldiers were stunned.

But recalling that he was Niwa, the skirmishers stopped thinking so much.

"What's going on with my... heart?" The straggler looked up at the doctor and Chen Feng, and asked involuntarily.

"Dottore, this is your job. I'll go and prepare the next lunch first..." Chen Feng turned around decisively and left, giving Dr. Dottore a chance to perform.

Dr. Dotorre Huh a

With a sound, he raised his hand to signal the scattered soldiers to come up.

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Chapter 48 The Talkative Doctor, the Gluttonous Doctor, the Thunder-Treading Doctor...

This time, Scaramucci, the straggler, actually enjoyed the treatment that Dr. Dotorre personally sent him up.

It's just... He didn't like the way he looked at himself.

It's the same as seeing a toy you like.

"Have you seen enough?" Scaramucci's mouth twitched, "Can you explain?"

"Scaramucci, do you think you can be so presumptuous and disrespectful in front of me because of the favor of your husband and the transformation he bestowed on you?" Dr. Dotorre's eyes instantly became gloomy, "The whole experiment process , I also participated in it...I don't suggest, let your pain increase several times, or...turn you into a waste product."

"I'm valuable to my husband. He won't be happy if you turn me into a waste product." Scaramucci, the skirmisher, was indeed much weaker when he said this. ap.

"It doesn't matter." Dr. Dotorre smiled, "He doesn't care who you are, anyway... as long as he has you, isn't it all right?"

Wouldn't it be over if another straggler was cloned by then?

"Or... you can give it a try. In Mr.'s heart, is the value you have greater than mine?"

The skirmisher immediately shut his mouth.

It didn't swell immediately because of gaining this power.

After all, he really can't beat the doctor.

"Heh, let me explain to you the principle." Dr. Dotorre pointed at the heart of the skirmisher, "To put it simply, you just now have experienced the baptism of the demon god's karma and the power of your husband."

"As for the essence of Mister's power, hehe...it's very interesting." Dr. Dottore is very patient and has a sense of accomplishment, sharing his research knowledge with others, "His power, Basically, they all come from the incarnation of "evil", "despair" and "pain" in human nature."

"Don't think it's easy to say this, but if you do it... I can assure you that no creature can directly withstand this kind of power."

Dr. Dottore made a careful estimate.

"Even if it's me, it's impossible for me. After all, there is always a power in everyone's body that balances good and evil...and Mr. has broken this balance, and it can even be said that he has actively released all negative emotions. Come out, so calling him a monster might as well be the correct title."

The stragglers gradually grew impatient as they listened.

Because he hasn't gotten to the point yet...

"Oh, I'm just explaining the principle to you so that you can better understand it later." Dr. Dottore noticed the expression of the straggler and said quickly, "To be precise, your heart is the source In your heart shaped by pain, strength, demonic karma, and despair."

"That is to say, this heart only belongs to you, not to others, understand?"

"You can only say one or two sentences..." The straggler covered his ears in pain.

Too... talkative!

"Dottore, are you too lonely staying in the solstice? Because no one chats with you?"

Dr. Dotorre curled his lips: "Tsk, trouble."

Then I didn't say more.

Coincidentally, Chen Feng has also returned.

"Come over for dinner."

Pointing to the sumptuous lunch table behind him, he said to the skirmishers:

"Just experienced the baptism of karma, your body is a little weak now, and you need energy replenishment."

Chen Feng snorted coldly, folded his hands on his chest: "You just died like this, don't waste my thoughts in vain."

The straggler nodded, and quickly sat down on his seat, ready to eat.

Looking at the sumptuous lunch in front of him, he unexpectedly...

My stomach growled.

"Do you feel that you are more like a person?" Chen Feng glanced at him, although he looked at Dr. Dotores again, "Has that fellow Dotores finished explaining your current physical condition to you..."

he stopped talking

Because when he looked at it like this, he actually found that Dottore, at some point in his hand, was already holding a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks, sitting opposite the skirmishers, and waved at him impatiently.

"Hurry up and eat together, this

After a few days of research, I was also very deficient in nutrition. "

This scene reminded Chen Feng of a famous scene on Earth.

Hungry, eat, want.

Chen Feng sat next to Dottore with black hair.

Suddenly, I felt that the character design of this doctor, and I don't know if it was because of my own reasons, that it was broken.

Of course, it's quite normal for a lunatic to play cards not according to common sense.

This time, the straggler thought he would have to finish the lunch within 5 minutes. In addition, the previous transformation consumed too much energy. This time, he frantically wiped out the delicious food on the table like a hungry tiger.

"Scaramucci, you..." Dr. Dotorre was unavoidably anxious when he saw him eating so fast. After all, he had never eaten such a delicious thing. "Can you eat slowly?"

"Eat slowly, sir, he beat me up!"

"You can slow down this time." Chen Feng couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw these two looking like starving ghosts.

"This is my laboratory, far away from the Winter Palace, but there is no logistical support." Dr. Dotorre ate the vegetables, "Who made these dishes? It's so delicious, this craftsmanship, tsk tsk, tsk tsk, I want to eat it every day."

"That's right, who did this?" The straggler raised his head curiously.

But Chen Feng, at this moment, his eyes were dimmed like never before.

Chapter 49 Scaramucci, the straggler who frantically dances in the minefield

"Well, I already know who did it."

Dr. Dotorre saw through the strangeness displayed by Chen Feng at a glance. Even though it took only two seconds for him to return to his original appearance, he was still captured by him.

"Who did it?" The stragglers were still bewildered.

How did he know when no one answered our questions?

Dr. Dotorre's mouth twitched.

Why, why did I step on the minefield for you, and you still want to rush into the minefield?

Is this for fear that he won't be directly killed by Mr.

After seeing his abnormality, Dr. Dotorre realized that this was probably a story from when Mr. was not a Mr. before.

After all, what happened three years ago was quite a big deal. The rich man met a businessman, and the pair lasted for three years, and in the end, he was almost blown up by the other party directly.

For such news, Dr. Dotorre also has his own channels to inquire about it.

"Well, I did it." Chen Feng admitted frankly.

Dr. Dottore gave him a surprised look.

Does this prove that he no longer cares about the past?

No, if he really didn't care, then why was he so sad at the moment just now?

"You did it?" The straggler was completely dumbfounded after hearing this answer, "What else do you not know?"

Is this person a bit too perfect?

"Are you surprised?" Chen Feng said expressionlessly.

In fact, he knows how to cook...

The main reason is...the him who used to cook for that woman every day, cooking for her...

When he remembered that the woman he loved didn't actually love him, his heart still ached uncontrollably.

"No, no, I just can't believe it. A high-ranking person like you will only enjoy it all the time, and I can't imagine that you would actually cook by yourself." Seeing that something was wrong with Chen Feng's temperament, The straggler muttered subconsciously.

Chen Feng's aura became even more sinister.

There was even a strong murderous intent emerging.

The frightened straggler immediately buried his head in cooking, not daring to raise his head.

"Tsk." Dr. Dotorre took the melon. For him, the skirmishers deserved it.

"You like to make a "tsk" sound when you eat?" Chen Feng couldn't help but glance at him, "If you like it, I suggest you cut off your mouth with a knife and give it to those who need it."

"Ahem." Dr. Dotorre pretended to cough, "Actually, I'm curious, I explained to Scaramucci a few words, and you have already prepared so many dishes... What do you do? Arrived?"

"As a scholar, it is necessary to pursue a corresponding sense of logic..." Dr. Dotorre hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chen Feng split out of thin air into another Chen Feng.

"It's very simple, split your soul and give him a subpersonality, and he will be like another me, doing other jobs." Chen Feng explained while cooking, "It's equivalent to split personality...that is, When I was researching with you, they had already prepared the ingredients, washed the ingredients, and started cooking, with a clear division of labor between each other, which can also save time."

After finishing speaking, the other split Chen Feng went back.

Dr. Dotorre Skirmisher Scaramucci: "..."

Why can this person talk about it so easily? ? ?

"Can your slicers do it?" The straggler couldn't help but look at Dr. Dotorre.

"Tch." Dr. Dotorre was a little uncomfortable, "I've seen them upset, and I still have this with them?"

"That's right." Scaramucci, the straggler, put down his chopsticks and licked his tongue, with a look of unfinished thought.

After all, my husband's cooking skills are really good, even if they are "home-cooked dishes" made with expensive ingredients, you will feel warm after eating them.

"Have you finished eating?" Chen Feng glanced at the dishes that had been swept clean on the table.

"Uh-huh."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, if only it could go on like this forever." The straggler Scaramucci felt that compared with just now, this place is completely

It's all heaven.

As a result, Chen Feng's next ruthless words sent him directly from heaven to hell:

"It's delicious, then continue with the research in the afternoon."

"In addition, you contracted the work of washing dishes."

Skirmisher: "???"

After the two watched the stragglers wash the dishes, and then took the initiative to enter the experiment field below, Doctor Dotorre finally couldn't help looking at Chen Feng.