Rebirth of turning waste into treasure

Qingyun didn't have time to grab the other party, and sighed in his heart at the speed of human beings, so he could only follow into the door. Although it was risky, but time was tight, they had no choice.

Bright and soft lights illuminate the whole room, there is no trace of stain on the white walls, no windows, the ventilation system is installed on the top of the room, complete tables and chairs, operating tables, devices, utensils... Very modern equipment makes Cheng Xiao had a feeling of anti-traveling.

Lan was lying down on a bed on the right side of the room with her head down. The clothes on her body had not been changed, but the jacket was torn in the middle, her hair was messy and scattered on the bed sheet, her eyes were closed tightly, and her delicately crafted The outline of the face is like a frozen artwork, deeply asleep.

His hands were placed by his side, and his legs were fixed to the side of the bed rail. The chains were similar to those on Qingyun before, but the color seemed to be a little darker.

A slender man dressed in white was busy among a pile of equipment next to him, observing the body of the foreign race from time to time, and his slender fingers were methodically operating the extremely complicated device.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head slightly, glanced at it lightly, then retracted his gaze indifferently, and turned his head to continue the work in hand.

Although the waist is straight and the body is long, it can be seen from the gray hair and the wrinkles around the eyes that this person has entered middle age.

This man... Qingyun frowned. He was very afraid of the other party's ability. He didn't expect to meet him directly, and he didn't even have the opportunity to contact the outside world.

He just wanted to open his mouth to remind humans to be careful, but he found that the young man standing in front suddenly stopped walking forward, his shoulders seemed to shrug slightly unnaturally.

Look at the shadow on the ground, alive.

"...Father." Cheng Xiao narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and spit out two words.

Consistent with the impression in this body memory, the father, who is like a student, has always been so gentle and meticulous, especially when working, silence and seriousness are two very distinctive characteristics.

It's just that the middle-aged man in front of him exudes a unique aura, but it's very strange.

Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, but a flash of surprise flashed in his heart. Is this human being really the blood of this man?

Only then did the middle-aged man turn around, with a calm tone, "Do you still recognize me as your father?"

His eyes were burning like torches, his expression was indifferent, as if he was calm, but he questioned his child very seriously.

Cheng Xiao: "..." Does he look like he has an apologetic face? He was just a little surprised just now, and wanted to stop and ask.

Even if there is a blood relationship, many things cannot be resolved by a sentence of father and son on the battlefield. At least one must find out what this man is planning.

The middle-aged man did not intend to ask the young man to answer this question. He is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things or talk nonsense. He turned his back steadily and walked to Lan's side. uninvited guest.

"Huh?" He suddenly made a questioning tone, stretched out his hand, and probed into the chest of the foreign race whose jacket was torn off, "The heartbeat remains stable, so the medicine poured in just now has no effect."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, but the fingers that were about to knead the body of the foreign race stopped in mid-air.

A sharp blade touched his waist silently, and the sharp cold metal passed through the clothes, giving off a slight icy feeling.

Looking back, the young man was expressionless and his eyes were cold and sharp.

"Let go." Cheng Xiao stared at the salty pig's hand and said with narrowed eyes.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up, and an imperceptible sneer flashed across it. He let go of his hand and hung it on his waist, "This is how you treat your biological father who has been reunited for a long time?"

Cheng Xiao was speechless. Indeed, this man, before he died, did not forget to tell the housekeeper to take care of him. The supernatural powers in his body were also stimulated by his father's medicine.

It can be said that most of the energy that I can currently rely on, and most of the causes, are in the hands of this person in front of me.

"You are not dead." Cheng Xiao's knife still did not leave, but said calmly with calm eyes.

The middle-aged man didn't struggle, and didn't even have the slightest panic expression on his face. He looked at Cheng Xiao, frowned and pondered for a while, as if he didn't mind the murder weapon at his waist, but raised his right hand self-consciously, and lifted his right hand from the white coat. He took out a pen from his pocket, and picked up a piece of white paper from the table next to him with his other hand.

The sound of rustling writing is especially harsh at this time.

Qingyun stopped at the gate, carefully observed the behavior of the middle-aged man, and slowly approached Cheng Xiao.

It is too dangerous for this human to stand alone next to the middle-aged man.

Raising his head and squinting at Qingyun, the middle-aged man put down the pen and paper in his hand, sighed lightly, "No, my calculation is correct, but you..."

He turned his gaze to the young man.

Cheng Xiao squinted his eyes, his expression unchanged.

"How can you be a failure?"

Qingyun's pupils widened suddenly, and he took a few steps forward, but was suddenly blocked by an extremely powerful ability shield.

He didn't care about other things, he punched hard, his wrist made the sound of bones breaking, and the strange rebound force returned all the damage. After retracting his hand, his right hand had already fallen powerlessly to his side, unable to move.

"Your ability is actually still there." Qingyun's eyes were cold, his voice was low. In order to capture him before, the other party seemed to have exhausted his ability, and caused the root cause to be destroyed, unable to regenerate.

"...An ignorant person." As soon as the words were finished, the middle-aged man made a move, and he directly slapped the young man on the head. His calm palm seemed to have the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Subconsciously exerting force in his hands, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed across Cheng Xiao's eyes, the tactile sensation of the tip of the knife had changed, and the originally soft body muscles under the opponent's clothes were actually as hard as steel.

Can't get in at all.

Should the body be strengthened? Cheng Xiao thought to himself, the power in his body reached its limit, and he raised his hand to block that palm.

boom!

Qingyun held his injured arm, raised his head, and saw the young man was directly pierced through the protective cover, and fell to the left side of the room, and several arranged seats were smashed to pieces with the force of Cheng Xiaofei.

Seeing that the human being was silent in the ruins, Qingyun couldn't help but tighten his heart, one step at a time, two steps, and quickly came to the other side, sweeping away the debris on the body, the sharp wooden thorns still pierced many parts , The blood left from the white and tender skin is shocking.

Cheng Xiao opened his eyes. The strong impact made him feel dizzy. The left hand that was directly lifted was unconscious. After a few seconds of relaxation, severe pain began to spread from all parts of the body.

"How about it, can you stand up?" Qingyun concealed the anxiety in his heart, and used his good hand to support the human being, pulling him up from the ground full of wooden thorns.

"...It's okay." Cheng Xiao tried his best, but he could only move the fingertips of his left hand by a millimeter. It seemed useless. He thought to himself, after Chao Qingyun gave a thankful look, he looked up Seeing the protective shield that is gradually disappearing.

The collision between abilities and abilities, even with the protective cover, the facilities in the room were still blown upside down by the air pressure.

Including the bed where Lan was lying on, the middle-aged man was quickly resetting the bed and returning all the equipment to the original place. It took the middle-aged man less than half a minute to prepare everything again. The speed enhanced by the ability makes his movements as difficult to see as phantoms.

He straightened his waist, rubbed his chin, gave the two of them a cold look, and then lowered his head to set the parameters of the equipment.

A sense of powerlessness made Cheng Xiao feel very uncomfortable. Lan was fixed there without moving at all. The clothes on her upper body were torn apart under the pressure just now, and they were completely shattered. Her strong and powerful muscles were exposed. The bloodstains are clearly visible.

He took out a transparent bottle from his bosom, a few black stones in it caught his eye, the middle-aged man glanced at Cheng Xiao's cloth pocket lightly, and said casually, "Give me the rest of the black ore later. "

After all, he unscrewed the bottle cap and carefully poured the black ore into his palm. There was also a thin layer of material in his hand, which seemed to be used to isolate skin contact.

Cheng Xiao subconsciously clutched his cloth pocket tightly, and there was no expression in his eyes.

"Damn it!" Qingyun gritted his teeth. If the representative sent by the foreign race was successfully harvested, the strength formed by this man after absorbing it would not be something they could resist.

It's just that his body is in the weakest state now, and he has no reinforcements.

"It feels good." The middle-aged man touched the alien's muscle, pinched the rosy protruding tip, and smiled slightly.

He looked at the young man, ignoring the indifferent eyes of the other party: "I take back what I just said, you are not worthless, at least, the vision is inherited to 01:30, this experimental equipment is perfect."

"You are not my father." Cheng Xiao said lightly.

The father in my memory is not such a weird creature. Even if he is talented and capable, that man never thought of hurting others for no reason. His body is indeed exactly the same, but his eyes are not deceiving.

Of course unless...the other party's situation is the same as his own, Cheng Xiao's expression remains unchanged, but he is lost in thought.

"Delaying time." The middle-aged man was talking to the young man, but the work in his hands did not stop at all. He injected black ore into a small tube with a push-pull effect, "Don't do wasted work, I have a lot of children. You are not alone in questioning."

"I'm not the only child?" Cheng Xiao was slightly puzzled.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as forming outside the body, but growing inside the mother's body. You are the only one. There are not many other test subjects left. You have seen one before." This should refer to the secretary, Zhong The young man shook his head, put the small tube into the device, and adjusted the position.

"The other test subjects... are they after me?" Cheng Xiao squinted his eyes and asked without any ups and downs.

"They are all better than you." The middle-aged man glanced at him and seemed to sigh slightly, "As expected, the human body is indeed too weak to meet the conditions for the formation of high-quality products."

He fiddled with the equipment and stretched the alien's legs to the limit.

Cheng Xiao narrowed his eyes, swallowed the blood that was about to spurt from his throat, and activated the supernatural powers in his body again.