The doctor said, use the origin stone to defeat the origin stone

Ifrit instinctively rubbed against the doctor's chest, but only felt a firm and stiff chest, unlike Hemer.

Hemer is somewhat soft and can be used as a cushion for girls.

"...doctor?" Ifrit called out in a low voice, but when he looked up, he saw his calm eyes.

"Ifrit, let me tell you some stories that I have heard before." He said to the girl, "If I remember correctly, the name of the story is..."

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a cave in the mountain, and in the cave was the Monkey King."

……

Ifrit, if you are that naughty monkey, then Hemer will definitely not be Tang Seng.

She doesn't care about scriptures, and doesn't care about the emperor of Tang Dynasty, she just wants you to have a better life.

The story has its own difficulties. What is needed is to make the plot more confusing and make people feel how precious the final result is, rather than a piece of paper.

And reality also has its ups and downs.

Life is heavy from the very beginning, making people breathless.

Your pain, your suffering, your self-abnegation.

These are all things that weigh on our backs, making it difficult for people to straighten their backs and make them crawl on the road.

So we have a lot of admiration for those who stand up and do what we can't.

Ifrit, I also admire you.

You have endured the suffering that does not belong to your age, and you will still feel grateful to Hemer, instead of giving up resistance, giving up good expectations, and harboring malice towards everyone.

It is good that you can give the same sincerity to those who cherish you.

Ifrit,

You are really a good boy, and no one has the right to criticize your shortcomings.

So please continue to love Hemer and continue to believe that there are miracles in this world.

Good things will come to everyone.

……

Ifrit managed to fall asleep under the doctor's plain narration, lying quietly in his arms, a pair of curved and irregular horns with the same luster as the origin stone.

He waved to the hesitant researcher at the door and asked him what he was doing in a low voice.

"...Doctor, Ifrit has an scheduled inhibitor to take today..." The man also answered in a low voice.

The doctor took the small syringe and nodded to him.

The researchers withdrew silently. It would be nice if Ifrit had one more believer besides Hemer.

Moreover, the doctor's strength is also very strong, and he can subdue the out-of-control Ifrit.

So he didn't have anything to worry about, so he left it to the doctor at ease.

The doctor sent a message to the white-faced owl, and got a reply soon.

He put the inhibitor on a needle cover and put it in his pocket, holding the source stone with one hand, and performed the spell silently.

Excessive use of inhibitors will only produce drug-resistant bodies, which is not good for the body.But origin stone skills will not.

Although, it was a bit exhausting for him.

I want to eat something good tonight, maybe I need to buy some goji berries to nourish my body, I can't stand it.

Staying up late and working overtime and using Originium skills intensively will drain doctors.

……

Ifrit, you are a good boy.

You should be happy.

No.20 Three needles of Rhine life, your defense chief is back

Ifrit's treatment is progressing steadily, and the doctor also consults Rhine Life's database in his spare time.

The scope of this project is very large, and the corresponding authority is also very high.

Basically, all the experimental databases of Rhine Life can be accessed, although records must be kept as a record.

But the doctor doesn't care about these trivial things. His fingerprints are all fake, and the fake mask is always there.

He did find a lot of meaningful theories here, but there are always some difficult places in the derivation.

It happened that he also had experimental equipment in his hand, so he slowly started his own little experiment.

Others don't care too much, doctors are at work most of the time, experiments are routine, there is nothing to manage.

And today, there were some surprises in this experiment.

He looked at the somewhat chaotic mathematical model on the display, frowned in thought, and pushed back.

But the result is still the same, not reaching the expected value.

Checked it again, but didn't find the problem.

The result of the experiment was failure, which is not unacceptable.

It can only show that the direction is wrong, and we need to study from another angle.

He took the file in his hand and read it again for the last time. He recorded all the experimental data, process, and results in his portable notebook, which will be used as a reference later.

Put away the files, save the experimental data in a corner of the device, turn off the lights, and prepare to leave.

Then turn on the lighting again.

Suddenly there is inspiration.

He called up the previous experimental data, compared his flash of inspiration with it, and started another round of experiments.

By the time he finished the experiment, it was already late at night.

He recorded all the experimental results, then cleared the data, and destroyed all the experimental records.

He discovered a new direction to solve the Originium disease, not from pure pharmacology, there are other ways.

But it is not feasible to continue to do experiments, it is not a matter that can be solved by inspiration.

I was a little hungry after working until midnight, so I opened the w special midnight lunch box, and the food in the insulated box was still warm.

After eating, he did not continue the experiment.

It will be the next morning if I continue to work.

Tonight, the researchers on the night shift yawned in the office, but Ifrit had already fallen asleep, and the lights above his head were turned off a lot, leaving only a few dim night lights.

This is what the doctor specially installed for girls.

I walked in and looked at Ifrit for a while, and then checked if there was any change in the equipment, and then silently clocked in and went home from get off work.

After he left, Ifrit slowly woke up.

She looked in the direction of the door, tentatively trying to reach out.

The black vines appeared on her back with a cold touch, making her afraid to move.

She cursed in a low voice, "What are you?!"

Why is there a broken grass that can beat me, Lord Balrog?

Whether it's trees or grass, can't they all be burned with a single fire?

Why are you not afraid of fire?

The Balrog who temporarily occupied Ifrit's body lay down bitterly, looked at the dim yellow light above his head, and sighed boredly.

It was hard to come out once, the last time I was beaten, this time I dare not do anything.

What's the strength of this Balrog, I feel sleepy.

And... that black-haired man must not be simple.

He can actually ignore the origin stone?There are not even origin stone particles that can be used to ignite in the body, as if he is not from this world.

In her line of sight, not far away were a few people with a lot of origin stone particles in their bodies, as long as she lightly pointed, they would burn from the inside out.

What a guy full of secrets, it's hard to understand.

In other words, why did he leave, and this broken grass still appeared, did he really use special means to stare at him all the time?

This is a perverted voyeur, I have to find a way to tell Ifrit, and then keep the two of them apart, it is best to get that man out of this place.

Thinking so, she opened the diary that the girl usually uses.

Randomly flipping through two pages, the page fell to the bottom.

The Balrog looked at the little girl's own thoughts above and fell silent.

It turns out that you hate that man too.

The doctor who wrote a whole page is a big idiot, must be disgusted with him, right?

Then kick him away?

The Balrog hated iron for being weak, so he was not used to having to pick up a pen and write new words on it.

——If you don’t like it, you hate it. If you hate it, you don’t want to see him. If you don’t want to see him, just drive him away.

Seeing that she was not as good-looking as Ifrit wrote, she felt a little embarrassed.

But as a Balrog, what's the use of her learning to write human characters beautifully?

After thinking about it again, I added another sentence.

——That man is a pervert, he came back in the middle of the night, he is simply a voyeur.

This is perfect, hurry up and get away, and disappear from my sight.

The Balrog nodded in satisfaction, then quietly went back to sleep.

This time, the dark-haired guy will definitely go away.

At that time, no one can stop me, Lord Balrog, I will rush to the ground to see the outside world.

Well, then play casually, burn the ones you don't like, and keep the ones you like.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

The young and ignorant Balrog thought so.

The vehicle from Syracuse finally arrived in this city today, and the gray-haired Luper on top got down from the driver's seat, grabbed the chocolate bar in his hand and took a sip like a cigarette.

The smell of biscuits is also great.

As she thought about it, she saw the penguin next to her get out of the car staggeringly, and took out a cigar from nowhere.

"Hey, Texas, help me cut a cigar." The emperor stretched out his short fins, saw the orange-red light flash past, besides cutting the cigar, he also helped to light it.

Texas is far away from him, people who quit smoking can't smell these smells that are easy to make people greedy.

The gray-haired Vajvan got off the co-pilot and closed the car door casually.

The emperor smoked the cigar beautifully, the aroma of pine wood was mellow and charming, with a fragrance that seemed to come from the forest, which was fascinating.

He was enjoying it when he heard the car behind him suddenly click.

Like Texas, he frowned suddenly.

The Great opened the car door without moving, "Hey, Texas, open the door, my sunglasses are still on."

"..." Texas touched his pocket, biting the chocolate bar expressionlessly.

"Buy another pair."

"???" The emperor jumped up and slammed down the car window, but it would be strange if the thick glass could be broken by him so easily.

"My stuff is still on it—forget it, there's nothing really necessary." The emperor just regretted his sunglasses, which were his favorite ones.

He wasn't bad at all, though.

Wa Yifan touched his backpack and began to wonder whether these two people were reliable.