Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1122 Winter Palace (4)

Bai Xiuxiu floated cross-legged on the sofa on the right, like a statue of Guanyin.She looked down at Cheng Mo, who was using a stainless steel pot to make lip prints, and was in a delicate mood.She really didn't expect that the lip print that disappeared on the glass was actually rubbed down by Cheng Mo, and made into a souvenir according to the specimen.

The sunlight came through the porthole and sprinkled on Cheng Mo's side face. The focused eyes had a youthful feeling that made people feel clear.

She also remembered Cheng Mo's conversation with the stewardess just now, "I can't say what I like, but I just can't let it go." This made Bai Xiuxiu puzzled. I like it so seriously.

She stared at Cheng Mo, watched him lift up the lip print specimen, and smiled sincerely.She tried to find the answer in this expression, but she got indescribable emotions, like the turbulence on the ocean.

Just as Bai Xiuxiu fell into deep thought, the siren sound of energy shortage echoed in her mind. She came back to her senses, stared deeply at Cheng Mo again, and teleported out of the plane.

The wind rang, and the huge white seagull drifted away in an instant.The moment she fell into the air, she felt that her heart also fell towards an unknown place.

Just like her life with Cheng Mo, no one knows where it will end up.

Bai Xiuxiu looked up and watched that Bombardier turned into a small dot. She passed through the clouds, and the vast white mist covered her vision. Everything was like wind and fog.
She chose to return to her body and turned into a rainbow-like DNA helix in the cloud.

"Where are they going to end up?"

Bai Xiuxiu thought to herself.

After flying continuously for three hours, Cheng Mo had no way of judging where he was. He could only roughly estimate that they were over the Pacific Ocean, as if they were heading towards Ozhou.

Thinking that Yan Yitong disappeared in Ozhou, Cheng Mo suspected that the Winter Palace might be near Ozhou.

He looked out the window, trying to track the approximate position and direction of the plane based on the sun's position.Just when the sun was about to fall into the horizon, Lermontov stood up, walked up to Cheng Mo and said, "Mr. Cheng, now I need you to cooperate with us."

"How to cooperate?" Cheng Mo turned to look at Lermontov and asked.

Lermontov said with a smile: "There is a tracker detection device in the lounge at the rear of the cabin, we just need to check it a little bit."

Cheng Mo didn't think he could reach the 'Winter Palace' so easily, he was already prepared for this, so he got up and followed Lermontov to the rear of the cabin.

Lermontov opened the door of the rest room, but Cheng Mo saw a room similar to an operating room, with all kinds of instruments and instruments in it, and a white operating bed under a shadowless lamp.And this room is not the last room, there is another door directly opposite him.

"Don't be afraid, everyone knows that it's normal to have trackers implanted in the body. This operating room is just for the convenience of taking out the trackers hidden in the body." Lermontov closed the door and said with a smile.

Cheng Mo turned his head and glanced at Lermontov and said, "Do you think I will be afraid?"

"I'm sorry." Lermontov said, "I forgot that you are a powerful Chosen One who fears even Napoleon VII and the Clown Sith."

Cheng Mo walked to the operating bed and began to take off his clothes consciously. He took out the plastic lip print from his pants pocket, handed it to Lermontov, and said lightly: "Check this, if there is no problem, Thread it on for me with surgical thread and hang it around my neck so you don't lose it."

Lermontov looked at the lip print specimen and sighed: "You are really a romantic person."

Cheng Mo took off his pants and shoes and lay on the bed. He clenched his fist and pressed the thumb of his right hand on the nail of his middle finger. But after thinking for more than ten seconds, he basically gave up sending the distress signal. It seems that the other party has spent so much trouble, so he will definitely not hurt his life.

"I'll call the doctor who examined you. By the way, I'll test your little pendant." Lermontov took the lip print specimen and walked towards the door on the other side of the operating room.

Cheng Mo turned his head to watch Lermontov disappear beyond the door, but no one came in for a long time.Because he was sure that nothing would happen to him, Cheng Mo was quite relaxed, and this situation could not make him nervous.However, when he looked at the shadowless lamp above his head, he inexplicably felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his limbs were gradually becoming paralyzed and unable to move. He already felt that his consciousness was rapidly fading away.
"Anesthesia?" Cheng Mo blinked his eyes repeatedly, and the thinking in his mind became dull, but he was still sure that the other party didn't want his life, so he still didn't press the siren in the end.

Just when he was about to fall asleep completely, he heard the sound of the door opening over there. He could no longer turn his head, but he could hear the sound of rolling wheels and footsteps.He heard someone push something towards him from the room behind that door.Through the gaps in his eyelids, in the white light, he saw three doctors in white coats and masks.

Cheng Mo tried his best to move his eyes, and finally saw clearly that the one next to him being pushed by the doctor was not an instrument trolley, but an operating bed.A muscular man was lying on the bed.Judging from the facial features, the man's appearance is Caucasian, and it seems that he is not much different from ordinary Caucasian men.But in a trance, Cheng Mo found that the man's hand hanging beside the operating bed was a bit strange. There was a membrane-like connection between his fingers, which was similar to the web of a lizard, only thinner and more transparent. It's not that he has amazing eyesight, maybe he missed this detail under the shadowless lamp
"Lizardman? No, Tianlongren?" Cheng Mo thought in a daze.When he desperately wanted to see more clearly, but his eyelids were against him, as heavy as two city walls.

During repeated struggles, a white coat put an oxygen mask on his face, and the sound of breathing suddenly became louder in his ears.

"He hasn't lost consciousness yet."

"Increase the dose of anesthesia."

"Exchange his blood!"

When he fell asleep completely, he heard someone say.

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When Cheng Mo woke up again, he was already lying on a large and soft bed with white veils hanging on it. He sat up from the bed, and the surrounding was silent, only the night light was on, and he could vaguely see that it was A beautifully renovated Europa style bedroom.

He shook his somewhat heavy head, and his memory still remained on the Bombardier. He looked down and saw that there were still needles stuck to his arm, and there was a shelf next to the bed, on which hung a pack of light red liquid.

"You're awake."

Lermontov's voice sounded, but it was not from the side, but from the stereo not far away.

"Where is this?" Cheng Mo's hoarse voice surprised even himself, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and moistened his burning throat.

"The Winter Palace, of course," said Lermontov.

"Then what time is it?"

"Time doesn't have much reference value for you anymore."

"can not say?"

"Of course." Lermontov said, "If it's Beijing time, it's June [-]th, three days have passed since you left Xiangjiang."

"Oh!" Cheng Mo was not surprised by this, he guessed that all the trackers in his body should have been taken out, he did not ask Lermontov, and lay down again, "I need water"

"As long as you yell 'Sis Raberg' twice, someone will do anything for you."

Cheng Mo knows that "Sislaberg" is the goddess of the moon in the Ennos mythology. In fact, Sislaberg is the Greek goddess of the moon, Artemis, but she changed her name in Slavic mythology to become Sis Raberge.He lay on the bed and whispered "Sislaberg" twice, and a soft female voice sounded in the room.

"Sis Raberge is here, may I ask the master what's your order?"

Although the voice was very emotional and not mechanical, Cheng Mo knew it was artificial intelligence. He closed his eyes and said, "I need water."

"Okay, master."

After a while, Cheng Mo heard some stiff footsteps, and a blond woman appeared beside his bed, carrying a plate with a bottle of mineral water on it.Cheng Mo stood up and glanced at the blond woman. There was no doubt that she was a robot.

He half sat up again, unscrewed the bottle cap, drank more than half of the whole bottle of water in gulps, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Lermontov, is this the paradise you mentioned?"

The air was silent for a while, and just when Cheng Mo was about to speak again, Lermontov's voice sounded.

"When you get used to the lizard man's blood, I will slowly show you around the Winter Palace, and by the way, I will introduce you to the King Paul XIV of the Winter Palace, Monarch Alexei—now you should have a good rest! "

"Lizard man blood?"

"Lizardman's blood is one of the most precious things in our human world. If you replace it with lizardman's blood, it can greatly improve your body functions and make you live longer. Most people can't ask for it." Lermontov laughed, "Do you know how much the doctor of the Black Death charged for a lizardman blood transfusion?"

"I don't have any money for you." Cheng Mo said angrily.

"Don't worry, we gave you this for free." Lermontov said, "Ordinary Chosen Ones don't have this kind of treatment."

"I just hope nothing goes wrong."

"I promise there won't be any problems." Lermontov paused, "It's just that your demand for X may be stronger."

"Is that okay?" Cheng Mo asked unhappily.

"How could it be a problem? At the same time, it will also provide you with powerful X abilities," Lermontov said, "Don't worry! Don't worry about not having any women in the Winter Palace. We can provide you with any kind of women you need. .”

Cheng Mo sneered and said, "Your winter palace is not a winter palace, it's a technical academy!"

Lermontov said meaningfully: "Isn't the so-called human world just a large technical academy?"

(End of this chapter)