My Sister is Fuji

Su Mu only felt aggrieved. There was a kind of child who was pressed on the head by an adult and smashed with a small fist on him, but there was no sense of powerlessness to hurt him.

After changing his pants, Su Mu went to the toilet to wash up. After washing his face in cold water, he became more awake.

Why, even though the mood is so depressed, the body is so comfortable and the energy is so abundant.

The extremely contradictory comparison made Su Mu extremely frustrated.

But in Su Mu's bones, he was born with a kind of spirit called tenacity. This is what he has always been proud of. It is like a bamboo rooted on a hard rock. Long bamboo blows down.

Su Mu is the center of the square, the shadow of the flag, and the sun is Fu Jiang and the remaining consciousness of the body.Although the shadow changes its angle and becomes shorter and longer due to the relationship with the sun, the shadow is always a shadow - that's what Su Mu believes.

Go back to your room and change into your school uniform.Su Mu thought of something, and she would sweat too, right?Looking at the bag at the door, I also have physical problems, which also need to be solved.

In appearance and behavior, there is no difference from ordinary people.

"But can an ordinary person do this?" Su Mu bent over, supported the ground with one hand, and stepped on her foot lightly, and actually stood upside down with one hand.

It was stronger than the result of yesterday's ability test. This body was completely adapted. Su Mu was able to concentrate and even stand upside down with one finger.

I don't know if anyone can do a handstand with one finger.Even if there is, there is no way to do whatever he wants like Su Mu.

Su Mu put his body down very easily, turned upside down, and stood normally.

I can do more myself.The body seems to be saying this, and a desire to express can't wait to emerge from the heart.

However, Su Mu restrained and analyzed it carefully.

This body has flexibility and strength far beyond ordinary people.

Also has a wonderful charm.

And there's...

Thinking of the body's curious self-healing ability yesterday, Su Mu's face was not good-looking.Thinking about his own organs and crawling towards him with life, no one will feel comfortable.

Su Mu walked downstairs, passing Fujiang's room on the way.There are Fujiang's shoes downstairs, this lazy and arrogant woman, it is estimated that she will not wake up until very late.

He has weird abilities, so Fujiang should also have some abilities.

She also has eccentric charm, so she also has power far beyond ordinary people?Horrible self-healing ability?

Su Mu doesn't know how Fujiang's self-healing ability is, but he doesn't think that Fujiang has power far beyond ordinary people.Because she would be afraid, when Qiu Ming poked her with a pencil yesterday, her first reaction was to back away in a panic, almost screaming.

Would a person with power react like this?

Of course, there may be exceptions, Su Mu still maintains a skeptical attitude.

Going downstairs, Su Mu came to the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife to test her recovery ability.

Looking at the hilt of the knife, Su Mu Huoran woke up, wondering what the knife had cut yesterday.Isn't the loosening of the handle of the knife cutting on the solid flesh?

Su Mu couldn't guess what was cut, but it must be related to Fujiang, which is beyond doubt.So who did Fujiang cut?Or who... cut off Fu Jiang?

Su Mu was silent and put the question aside for the time being. He wanted to cut his body to see how amazing his self-healing ability was.

He even wondered if he had hallucinations yesterday.After getting up, Su Mu pulled out her hair, and a small clump of hair was uprooted and placed in the palm of her open hand.

There was no change for one second or two seconds, ten seconds and 11 seconds, the hair finally started to move, like a little black snake with life force, from the palm of the hand, along the arm, to the top of the head.

No weird feeling, no pain, no itching, it was over quickly.

Touching the top of his head, Su Mu thought for a while, then took a knife and cut off a small piece of flesh from the skin of his arm.After about ten seconds, the flesh wriggled toward the wound and slowly overlapped.

Su Mu felt a little itchy, but it was very weak, as faint as someone was blowing lightly on his arm.

Su Mu felt that she needed to make a bold attempt. The blade was aimed at the little finger of her left hand, and she used a sudden force to cut off the little finger.

The little finger fell to the floor.

Su Mu's brows were tangled in pain, and blood couldn't stop flowing from the wound.

Su Mu looked at the wound quietly.

There was no response for more than ten seconds, and another person might panic, but Su Mu didn't. He was sure that his body would respond to him.

Sure enough, the blood has stopped, and the blood is attached to the little finger, as if it has its own life, but life is life, consciousness is consciousness, just like the queen ant ordering the worker ants, giving instructions to let them climb up.

This time, the feeling was stronger than ever. Su Mu felt that the wound was itchy, like an ant biting, like a scarred wound, and couldn't help but want to tear the scar off.

Su Mu restrained, and suddenly there was some gray in front of him, and a gold star appeared, but it only lasted for two or three seconds, and it was all right.

The little finger returned to normal, Su Mu moved very easily, and she couldn't see the injury just after separation.Su Mu had to feel the wonder of this body.

Su Mu picked up the kitchen knife again. The kitchen knife was clean, and the blood had just crawled back to him.

He had another question: "If the body or blood is far away from him, can they come back?"

With this question in mind, Su Mu chopped off her little finger again.

This time, Su Mu's brows were only slightly wrinkled. Although it was still painful, there was a kind of numbness that started.

This numbness is terrifying, and it feels like I'm gradually moving away from my human identity.

The moment Su Mu cut off her finger, she quickly grabbed her finger and threw it from the kitchen to the living room.

Su Mu counted, from one to forty, the nearby blood had returned to Su Mu, but his fingers had not returned.

An even more frightening scene happened. Su Mu felt that her little finger was getting more and more itchy, as if something was about to grow, like the horns of the snail's eyes slowly sticking out.