I'm the former civilized Yingjie

It seems to be a little more exciting to Mebius?

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he chose to ignore it, which was also the result of careful consideration.

The reason why I came to help her was not only to complete the fusion warrior plan as soon as possible, but also to keep her clean and safe. I could kill two birds with one stone and fully exercise my use of authority.

As for Mebius's strange appearance, he is not worried. Not to mention that the two have a fateful friendship. This woman is very sensible and does not dare to fall out. If she is guided skillfully, she might become obedient.

'If the destiny could be replicated, it wouldn't hurt to take you on the road, but unfortunately I can't, so I have to whet my appetite. '

Ryan smiled sinisterly. Mebius was also exploring the unknown. He just decomposed, purified, and fused, and exercised for several hours. He only stopped when he became mentally exhausted.

"It's done. Extract the gene from this hand and copy it. Inject it into a living body as the original body and see what the effect is."

On the operating table, the arm had completely changed its appearance. Except for the black and slender nails, there was nothing abnormal about it.

This is a female hand. It has nothing to do with deformity or mutation. Instead, it appears to be extremely perfect.

"Hey, are you listening to me? Look at your hands. Why are you looking at me with such a crazy look on your face?" Ryan's mouth twitched. He had been looking at him for several hours, making his scalp numb.

"That's not important anymore. Do you know what I want to do most?" Mebius didn't even look at the operating table. He only stuck out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips.

"I really want to eat you."

Chapter 71 With these legs, I can play the New Year’s 5K

Ryan felt that he had miscalculated again. The treatment plan tailored for Mebius seemed to be quite effective, at least he never mentioned studying the Herrscher's body again.

But on the other hand, she seemed to have developed a new symptom. For more than half a month, she was stared at by that aggressive gaze that made her scalp numb. Ryan even slept with one eye open, for fear of being tricked by her.

But except for his eyes, everything was as usual with Mebius. He neither acted too affectionate nor deliberately seduced, and even quarreled less often.

She was just observing silently, and then the more she looked, the more curious she became.

As for the 'Fusion Warrior Project', there is nothing to say. Mebius is equivalent to having a plug-in assistant. If the progress does not speed up, she will become a pig.

With authority and destiny, as well as first-class theoretical knowledge, in a sense, Ryan is better at doing specific research than May. At least he is physically strong enough to be able to work day and night for several days without taking a break.

Trial and error, correct, extract, copy again, continue trial and error.

Research is boring and boring, making people feel like machines, but it is not as simple as driving screws. Occasionally, a sudden inspiration occurs, and slight adjustments to gene fragments can save a lot of time.

Gradually, the two formed a tacit understanding. Mebius was responsible for adjustment and guidance, and Ryan was responsible for operation and extraction. Even a wrong experiment was enough to win the Mu Continental Biology Award.

Ryan even fell in love with this feeling. The 55 pairs of mutated chromosomes, eight bases, and hundreds of millions of gene fragments. Every adjustment meant the unknown, and then through repeated experiments, this unknown became a reality. Know.

There is no need to pursue it deliberately, this is the instinct of a destiny traveler, to constantly repeat ideas and concepts to explore the unknown, understand the truth, and connect to the future.

He immersed himself in exploration and absorbed the knowledge of Mebius. Later, he was able to independently perform genetic adjustments.

Everything is wonderful. Ryan has become accustomed to this kind of life. How nice it is underground. No one disturbs him. The facilities are perfect. When he is tired from research, he can play games to relax, and he can even update novels.

Mebius is very poor, but he can afford instant noodles and instant coffee, and Ryan is not a particular person.

Of course, you still have to open your eyes when sleeping, and boys must learn to protect themselves when they go out.

"Although something feels wrong, this is daily life."

After finishing a chapter, he turned on the computer and discussed the future plot with his book friends. Ryan rested his feet on the table comfortably and swung his coffee cup.

The metal ceiling was surrounded by flashing electronic lights, which had a unique charm. He could even take some time out to think about the plot of the novel.

It’s time to write about the Sixth Apostle. The monster-slaying fleet is easy to write about, after all, I’ve seen it before.

He laughed at himself. There was a bit of purple electricity in his palm, which was compressed and condensed, just like a knife. This thing could really cut iron like mud, and it could cut through the deck of an aircraft carrier like tofu.

I became a monster too.

After taking control of the power, his life level seemed to have been substantially improved. Logically speaking, he should become the object of rejection by 'human beings', but there happened to be a strange person who regarded himself as a treasure.

'Fortunately, Mebius is a smart person. He is greedy and will not take action. If I can make her a destiny walker, I will be free. '

Ryan took a sip of coffee and smiled unconsciously. As time goes by, people's hearts are revealed. This time, they had been together day and night for almost a month. The trust had risen to a tacit understanding, and it continued to extend from the experiment.

If she could become a Destiny Walker, 'Intellect' and 'Immortal' would be the most suitable ones. Of course, there is still some gap between Mebius and the perverts in the Black Tower Club.

It should be the shackles of the world. Based on Mebius's talent and temperament, he is no worse than anyone else.

Damn it, why do I have so much confidence in her?

Ryan woke up with a start and saw the empty bucket of instant noodles on the table. He thought that even with these things, he wanted to become a Destiny Walker, so he had to pay for a lesson first.

"Ryan, come help!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Mebius's voice reached his ears, and Ryan quickly extinguished the lightning, otherwise the woman would look drooling again when she saw him.

"What are you doing."

He turned around and saw Mebius and Klein carrying things hummingly. Ryan subconsciously walked over to help, only to realize that it was a three-person sofa.

The fabric sofa was a bit old, but the surface was still clean. The three of them moved it to the center of the lounge.

Mebius wiped the sweat from his forehead and said unhappily: "Because you have so many things to do and insist on decorating the lounge, I asked Klein to buy them from the flea market."

Ryan was stunned, and then he remembered what he had said casually a few days ago about combining work and rest, and applying to renovate the lounge.

It’s no wonder that such a casual statement was remembered by Mebius, and he was very touched!

"I gave you a total of [-] euros, and you just got me such a crappy thing?"

For 5 euros, you can buy several units of the latest PX[-]. He looked back at the corridor to make sure there was nothing else.

Even if I spend money to help you decorate your lair, you actually dare to embezzle.

Mebius was thick-skinned and spoke plausibly: "What do you mean, this is a piece of shit? It took Klein a whole morning. She has three people with doctorate degrees. Let such high-end talents work for you. It's just two of them." Wanou is nothing."

Wow, your ability to quibble is really strong, with such a tricky angle.

Ryan's eyes twitched and he stretched out his hand: "No matter what, pay me back the rest of the money."

"It's long gone. I just asked Klein to bring back some consumable equipment."

"Didn't you just say that she works for me?"

"So by the way, you are the subject and I am the object. Have you never taken a dialectical philosophy class?"

Klein looked at the two people with big eyes and small eyes. He saw Ryan who was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat Mebius alive. He also looked at the doctor who puffed out his chest and looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. He was weak. Weakly raised his hand.

"Doctor, can I go and rest?"

Today is the rest day that Ryan strongly requested. Mebius couldn't resist him, so he could only show mercy, get off the donkey along the slope, and waved gently.

"Go ahead and come back to the lab at twelve o'clock in the evening."

ah?It's already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein glanced at the electronic clock, but he didn't dare to mess with Mebius, so he had to leave silently.

As soon as she left, Mebius, who was always very strong, suddenly smiled and leaned towards Ryan.

"Don't be so stingy. Look, I even brought a watermelon. It's just for food expenses."

"Come on, are your melon rinds made of gold, or are the melon particles made of gold?" Ryan didn't want to take this trick. He took two steps back and covered his forehead: "I feel like it won't be easy for me to survive if I stay here any longer. All my hard-earned money will be wiped out by you."

Ryan is not considered rich, and he can be considered to have a small amount of assets, but since he met Mebius, his wallet has dried up at a rapid speed.

"It's money well spent for science." Seeing that Ryan was about to say something else, Mebius quickly sat down and patted the sofa: "Come on, come on, give it a try. I own this sofa myself." Great selection, good quality and low price.”

Well, it's [-] euros and it's high quality and cheap, and didn't you say Klein bought it?

Ryan was a little strange, but he had no choice but to sit down. Maybe it was because the [-] euros made his heart bleed. He felt that this shabby sofa was as comfortable as a first-class seat.

The height is just right, it's very comfortable to sit on, and then... nothing else.

"Just a sofa is useless. If I want to sleep, I might as well go back to the room."

"With me by your side, you will make a lot of money."

Ryan turned his head and saw Mebius, who was lying comfortably on the sofa with a lazy look on his face. His two beautiful black stocking legs were slanted on the sofa and he was playing with the hair beside his ears.

The color of the stockings is very light, and the white calves can be vaguely seen. The skirt is close to the buttocks, outlining a peach-like curve.

Ryan just stared at him, watching Mebius tugging at his skirt uncomfortably and suddenly grinning.

Ha ha.

No words were needed. Mebius immediately sat up straight, grabbed the pillow and threw it over.

"You're scorning me again!"

"A few glances at you are worth [-] euros? Do you think you are gold-plated? Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you.

He stood up, raised the sofa and changed its direction, facing a large plasma screen, which was used by Mebius to hold seminars. It was a hundred inches long. Then he connected his notebook and left. Go over and turn off the lights.

"What are you doing?" Mebius grabbed the back of the chair and exposed half of his head.

"Use the waste and earn at least some [-] euros back." Ryan didn't even raise his head, just playing with the computer.

baffling.

Mebius didn't understand what he was doing, so he saw the screen flicker, cast the laptop screen, and saw him open the browser and enter a certain URL. Not long after, a page appeared.

The latest blockbuster movie?What's going on with those little windows that are constantly beating? What does it mean for a beautiful dealer to deal cards online?What does fruit talk mean?

"Ahem, even if there is a virus, it can't break through your firewall." Ryan came back with the wireless mouse and slowly slid the scroll wheel. He saw Mebius looking confused again, "What, you don't understand?"

"Isn't it just a movie? I'm just not interested in fake things. I still remember the last time I watched it..." The woman was suddenly stuck. She couldn't remember the last time she watched a movie. It seemed like Chasing Fire. What party is Moth having?

Ha, it’s pretty much what I thought, this Mebius is very boring.

Ryan looked as expected. Mebius had no recreational activities at all. Apart from doing surgery and doing research, he just slept, and he didn't even think about relaxing.

"Do you know why I set a rest day?" Ryan brought the watermelon over, cut it all with his hands, divided it into several pieces evenly, and stuffed one piece to Mebius, "It's not good to focus too much on something, life. , it has to be colorful.”

"Boring is just an excuse for being lazy and wasting time."

"Don't resist. Changing your mind occasionally is good for research." Ryan also took a piece of watermelon, sat down comfortably, and opened one at will according to Kevin's recommendation.

slam-la-

The sound of heavy rain came from the loudspeaker connected to the broadcast system, and the screen flashed. The camera slowly focused on the hero from the sky. Mebius, who was originally a little disdainful, raised his eyebrows.

She is very focused, even if she is still a little resistant in her heart, but when the movie starts, her attention is automatically attracted.

The pace of the movie is very fast. The male protagonist, who was once a killer, returns to the world for revenge and kills gangsters one after another. The shooting action is also very professional, with "bang bang" gunfire from the beginning to the end.

Kevin is right, "Give Me a Dog's Life" is very interesting.

Ryan was also fascinated by the movie. He had planned to relax by himself and chose the gunfight movie. Otherwise, he would fall asleep watching romantic and literary movies, and romantic action movies would be too ungentlemanly.

Taking advantage of the transition of the plot, he turned around and saw Mebius holding a watermelon and nibbling on it, staring at the screen intently. From that look, did he catch a trace of novelty?

"Haha, you really have a tough mouth, and you're obviously very fascinated by it."

"What did you say?" Mebius turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and retorted: "I just think what you said makes sense. Taking a break occasionally can help inspire inspiration, and watching these people kill each other It’s quite interesting.”

She gestured to hold a gun. This thing was unfamiliar to her, so she just treated it as a show of excitement.

That's why I didn't choose "Virus Crisis" or something like that. It would be annoying to have an expert next to me to criticize.

Ryan felt that he had made the right choice. Although the battles in the movie had many drawbacks for a professional like him, watching a movie was just for fun.

At this time, he noticed that Mebius was rubbing his calves and confirmed who had chosen the sofa, but this time, he did not take the opportunity to laugh.

"Sore legs?"

"Well, a little bit." Mebius stared intently. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had been exposed, and hurriedly explained: "The research in the past two days was too hard, and I stood for too long."

"Okay, let me rub it for you. I learned some techniques when I traveled to China before." Ryan didn't bother to listen to the explanation. He saw Mebius staring at him in surprise and shrugged: "If you don't want to, forget it. ."

"It doesn't matter. Klein will give me a squeeze on my shoulders sometimes. Let's agree in advance that there will be no wages."

Can you stop being so stingy?

Ryan was about to say something sarcastic when he saw a pair of beautiful black stocking legs stretched out and placed just on his lap, as if he was afraid that he would really ask for money.

Some are warm and some are soft. Through the stockings, you can see a few small, crystal toes, twisting playfully.

I have to say, this is really nice.

Ryan raised his hand, placed it on his calf and kneaded it gently, feeling the soft and silky touch. As he kneaded, the leg rubbed back and forth.

Straight, slender, with a moderate amount of meat. If I change it to a more appropriate term:

This leg can last for a year.

"Um--"