superstar chef

Renliang shook his head: "No, let's go find Ziyuan to play."

The little guy nodded obediently: "Okay, then goodbye little wax gourd, and good luck!"

"I will definitely be lucky!" Zhan Yu laughed arrogantly!

Wen Renliang and Little Cheese left the exhibition house, took a taxi to the so-called home of an anatomist who lived in a corner of a small alley in New York.

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 095: Little Cheese [-] My Blood Is Evil

"Those viruses are not within the controllable range of human genetic mutation." In the clean laboratory, Zi Yuan shook the red test tube, put it down and took off his gloves. To Wen Renliang: "Have one?"

Wen Renliang lowered his head, glanced sideways at the little guy sitting on the small round sofa in the room playing with PSP, Wen Renliang raised his head, his eyes were a little cold, "We have time to wait."

Ziyuan frowned and pondered for a while, "They are ready to move, I can feel it too, it's just..." He can't do anything now.

He has advanced to the greatest possible extent and worked hard every day to do blood analysis, and then waited for the results of the experiment... Unfortunately, his efforts these days have had no effect at all, and he still cannot decipher the solution to a certain blood in Wen Renliang's body from genetics. some special ingredients.

That was something that would make Wen Renliang feel miserable at any time, Ziyuan knew it all too well, he wanted to help his friend very much!He stretched out his pale fingers and watched carefully, those things are really difficult to deal with!

The so-called Night Clan are nothing more than garbage that is feared by human beings and cast aside by God and only fit to live in hell and dark spaces!

Wen Renliang sniffed the cigarette, but he did not light the cigarette, stared at Ziyuan coldly for a while, and said to the little guy: "Honey, go and play in Ziyuan's den."

Little Cheese pouted, "Why? Can't it work here?"

"Hey, go to Ziyuan's bed and lie down for a while, I'll talk to him!" Wen Renliang said softly with a smile.

The little guy nodded slightly, got up holding the PSP, and walked towards Ziyuan's den.

Wen Renliang watched the little guy close the doors in the bedroom, he took off his coat, and rolled up the cuffs of the beige sweater: "Serum!"

Ziyuan stared in shock, and scolded coldly: "You don't want to die? Huh? It's good to exchange blood for blood, but if you lose too much blood, how long do you think you can last?"

"And I can't guarantee that the vaccine I developed against those rubbish things can kill the virus in your blood! You should know that the blood in your body and the blood injected by the Earl of Millennium come from the depths of hell. Miscellaneous blood, I don't know if it's the blood of vampires or the most terrifying demons!"

Wen Renliang said indifferently: "Stop discussing this issue, Ziyuan!"

He picked up the tendon rubber tube and tied it tightly to the main artery in his arm. When the blood vessel popped up, he raised his eyebrows: "Come on!"

Ziyuan yelled madly and angrily: "Damn! Damn! You are the lunatic, the lunatic!"

Hearing people sneered, "The so-called bird of a feather flocks together!"

Ziyuan picked up the catheter with a big needle, and said that the needle was inserted into Wen Renliang's aorta, which was different from ordinary people's faint indigo lustrous blood, "No wonder they haven't dared to touch you these years, so special Even those bloodthirsty garbage don’t dare to try it lightly!”

Wen Renliang's whole arm turned black and blue, and his face gradually turned pale.

Ziyuan paid attention to his condition, until the third blood bag was filled with blood, he pulled out the needle decisively, "It can't go on anymore, you will die if you continue like this! This is a very unwise choice! Lano Werther! "

Wen Renliang couldn't help closing his eyes, the long eyelashes left thick shadows on the eyelids, he took a deep breath and said, "Go on, Ziyuan!"

Ziyuan got angry and cursed: "Crazy! Impossible! I will never continue!"

Wenren stood up coldly, snatched the needle from Ziyuan's hand, Ziyuan dodged swiftly, and punched Wenren without hesitation.

The two competed in the laboratory, and Ziyuan's test bench was overturned. The little guy in the bedroom heard the movement and hurried in through the door.

As far as the eye can see, the room is a mess.

Wen Renliang and Ziyuan were jubilantly fighting back and forth, and Little Cheese yelled, "Stop!"

Ziyuan and Wen Renliang turned a deaf ear to it, but when Ziyuan came at him with a sharp elbow, Wen Renliang managed to dodge it, jumped up, brushed Ziyuan's handsome side face with his side whip leg, and Ziyuan roared angrily: "How dare you hit me?" Lao Tzu's face!"

Wenren snorted and laughed: "The skills are not as good as people!"

Ziyuan went crazy, her moves became more and more fierce.

The bystander, Little Cheese, couldn't bear it any longer. He dug out Ziyuan's black Glock from under the pillow in the cannon fodder bedroom, loaded it, and raised his pistol: "Please stop! I'm going to shoot!"

The two people fighting continued to ignore the little guy holding the gun, and the little guy pulled the trigger with a dark face: Phew!The bullet shot out from the silencer barrel, and pierced a small round hole on Shion's experiment table!

Wen Renliang was stunned, "Baby!"

Dodging, attacking, and fighting are still the same.

The little guy puffed up his cheeks angrily, threw away the pistol in his hand, and dragged the AK submachine gun from the bedroom. The submachine gun was a bit heavy, and the little guy held it in his arms with difficulty: "Stop! This is the last time, I will shoot. , will attract the police!"

From the corner of Ziyuan's eyes, seeing the submachine gun in the little guy's hand, she screamed, "That's my private treasure!"

Wen Renliang took a few steps back again and again, and winked at the little guy in relief: "Baby did a great job!"

Little Cheese proudly raised her chin, pointed her gun at Ziyuan who was still chasing and fighting Wen Renliang: "Mr. Feng Ziyuan, if you don't stop...I will judge you in the most violent way!"

Wen Renliang, who had drawn too much blood just now, was a little unsteady in his breathing. He took the submachine gun from the little guy, hugged him and put the kicked small round sofa back, sat on the sofa holding the pistol, and looked at his face with a smile. Seeing the horror, Shion jumped.

Warm liquid flowed from Wen Renliang's arm, slipped to the fingertips of his right hand, and dripped on the little guy's pants. The little guy looked down, and Wen Renliang's whole arm was dripping with blood.

"Liang..." He grabbed Wen Renliang's hand and looked at it carefully.

Wen Renliang lowered his eyes, and flusteredly pulled out his right hand, which was slow to die and sticky with blood, from the little guy's hand, picked up the jacket that fell on the ground with his feet, and hugged his arm three or two times: "It's okay, I accidentally cut it just now!"

Little Cheese looked at him suspiciously, and said in disbelief, "It's so cold that there are no wounds on your hands!"

Damn it!He even forgot that he had just had his blood drawn, and the aorta where the needle was inserted hadn't been dealt with properly so he shouldn't do drastic movements.To make matters worse, he didn't feel the slightest pain from the needle in the aorta.

Zi Yuan, who was yelling and scolding to clean up the test bench, suddenly remembered something and looked up: "Pain?"

Wen Renliang shook his head!

Ziyuan lowered her eyes negatively, and roared in a muffled voice: "Get out of my house!"

Wen Renliang raised his eyebrows, dropped the handle in his hand and charged, and walked out with the little guy in one hand.

"Coat!" The little guy touched its thin sweater: "It will be cold."

Wen Renliang narrowed his eyes slightly, copied Ziyuan's black coat and put it on, "I will pay you back tomorrow!"

Ziyuan glanced at him dully, her eyes were extremely complicated.

The little guy leaned on Wen Renliang's shoulder and said goodbye to Ziyuan with a smile: "Goodbye, remember to come to my house during the Spring Festival."

Shion nodded slightly and waved to him.

Wen Renliang went downstairs with steady steps and effortless holding Little Cheese, stopped a taxi on the road in the port, and went home.

at night.

After Little Cheese called Zhan Yu to confirm his safety, he walked towards the study with hot coffee in his hand.

Wen Renliang was flipping through a classic book, the little guy brought coffee to his lips, climbed up on his lap and sat down, observed Wen Renliang's bloody right hand in the afternoon, and asked: "Liang, are you sick?"

Wen Renliang took a sip of coffee and said, "New York is too cold, Liang lacks exercise and has poor resistance."

Little Cheese blinked her eyes, pinched Wen Renliang's strong arm and asked, "Then... what's the matter with the pain?"

In his memory, Wen Renliang had never been afraid of pain. Even when they returned to Sicily seven years ago, Wen Renliang was shot in the shoulder blade, and he never mentioned the pain.

"My pain-sensing nerves are slow!" He lightly looked at the little guy's eyes: "It's like the little guy's pain-sensing nerves are sensitive."

Little Cheese nodded dubiously: "Well, this reason seems reasonable." He could feel that Wen Renliang could hide something from him, but... Wen Renliang must be good to him if he didn't tell him, so He didn't ask either.

Price knocked on the door and walked in politely, stood in front of the desk and reported to the acquaintance with no expression: "At 43:[-] this afternoon, the president of Halston Enterprises died of illness in the Upper East Side..."

Wen Renliang smiled slightly: "Dead? When you came out of the hospital, how many guys gathered in the building outside who were ready to shoot Zhan Yu's head?"

"About 30, our people killed a dozen, and Mr. Zhan's men took care of the others."

Wen Renliang nodded and said, "Good job, Pulis!"

Pulis said neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you for your appreciation, sir. Before you came home this afternoon, the old man called to ask if you would go back to Sicily for the Spring Festival. His physical condition is a bit bad now. He hopes that you will go back to Sicily as soon as possible." deal with the affairs in New York, and return to the old house of Witte's family! The old man also said that although there is a deserted old castle, he is still your best friend.