Mr. Perfect Makeover

Wu Xin suddenly touched the back of his neck subconsciously, the tentacles were smooth, but he knew that there was a blood mole on it, which was the blood egg left to him before Zhuang Yan disappeared. As a result, one is kept by the elders of the clan, and the other is given to Huanzi in case of emergency.

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"Returning from the dead? Is this a mythological drama?" Wu Xin suddenly heard this kind of statement and thought it was funny. There is no such thing as a resurrection in this world.

"You don't believe it?" Huangfu Yu became enigmatic.

Wu Xin suddenly explained: "It's not that I don't believe it. After all, there are many unexplainable things in this world. It's just that life is nothingness. If even this can be manipulated, wouldn't it mean that human beings can override the Creator? When life passes away, it is eternal. How can it be returned?" Rebirth? However, I think the existence of some things in this world must have their special functions, such as this blood egg."

Huangfu Yu glanced at this young man with some surprises. Before he said these words, he simply thought that this was a rebellious, but slightly special ability user than ordinary people. It's nothing unusual. For people like them, they have been dealing with such people all their lives, and they didn't treat Wu Xin differently. After all, there are countless people who are better than him. But, now, It seems to be interesting.He suddenly understood why Zhuang Yan gave such an important blood egg to an ordinary person who couldn't even manipulate his own abilities flexibly when his life was threatened.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Yu burst out laughing, Wu Qin who accompanied him looked at him inexplicably, although due to various chances and coincidences, he was involved with the Shenyin Clan, but what he could understand about this mysterious family It's really not a drop in the bucket, but I have a strong intuition in my heart. Only this family can prove that the existence of their son is inevitable, not a curse or heresy.

"Mr. Huangfu, you...?"

Huangfu waved his hand, and met Wu Xin's indifferent eyes, "You are right, there are poisons that can kill people in this world, and there are various medical equipment to save people's lives, but there will never be anything that manipulates dead things to bring them back to life." The divine object, the blood egg is indeed not used for this purpose, but the person who knew his use told another person, and the other person told others, so the truth of the truth was added to the spread of more and more people, and gradually Yes, people fabricate the truth they want, so that the original truth is buried, and an ordinary thing is artificially deified.”

"Then what is the truth?" Wu Xin asked suddenly.

"Close your eyes and try to use your abilities." Huangfu Yu said mysteriously.

Wu Xin suddenly glanced at him with some doubts, and involuntarily glanced at Wu Qin who was beside him. Seeing that there was no expression of disgust on his face, he closed his eyes as he said, and concentrated all his energy on his palm.

That is a group of dazzling jumping fire elves!

Wu Xin was almost lost in his eyes by the strange thing in his hand. Is this something he conjured up?Not a flickering little flame, not a poor spark, but this fiery flame?

"What's going on here?" Wu Xin suddenly asked in amazement after eliminating the flame in his hand.

"Don't you understand?" Huangfu Yu smiled, "Blood eggs can only make the manipulative power of supernatural beings more perfect. At best, they are similar to eggs that replenish physical strength, but some people commit crimes for this kind of thing. An unforgivable crime."

"you mean......?"

"He Fuming." Huangfu Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously.

It really was him!Wu Xinran was not too surprised by the answer.

Huangfu Yu continued: "The Shenyin family never engages in loss-making business. If you give, you must pay. Since you have obtained the blood egg of Zhuangyan, you must shoulder the responsibility of finding Zhuangyan and eliminating the traitors."

Wu Xinran's eyes suddenly opened wide, this, how can this account be calculated like this?He, he is passively accepted, he, he is not voluntary. . . . . . .