Go back now?

All-out war with them?

It's only been a few days, Tang Hong feels that it's too fast, but he senses that Jiang Lulu's body is getting weaker and weaker.

At first glance,

Jiang Lulu stood at the end of the space station corridor, her blonde hair was a little messy, like duckweed fluttering, like a terminally ill person who was about to rot wood.

"Let's go back. ”

Seeing that Tang Hong was silent, Jiang Lulu repeated it again, she had no strength to speak, she spoke softly, and the little remaining life was like a faint candle swaying in the wind: "I don't have much time, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer." ”

Tang Hong observes Jiang Lulu.

Her mimicry trauma was much more severe.

If this continues, if she can't support it, humanity will lose the opportunity to take the initiative to launch a full-scale general attack.

As of now.

The mere 'mimicry' that makes all the gods of the world converge desperately – mimicry is the adaptation of some organism to mimic another type of organism or other objects in the environment in terms of appearance, behavior, etc., in order to gain benefits.

"Mimicry. ”

Tang Hong couldn't help frowning.

Throughout nature, this is very common.

Inchworms resemble tree branches, and butterfly larvae resemble bird droppings, so as to blind enemies and protect themselves, which can be described as the evolutionary product of natural selection.

As for Jiang Lulu's mimicry of the human body, it seems that it does not belong to the above category, after all, the gap between the human body and the divine body is too big, and it is almost impossible to imitate, she refines the fragments of the divine body as uranium, and then integrates them into the heart, and finally stimulates the mimicry.

But......

If you don't have a [Green Clothes] reminder......

What mimicry is, and what will happen after it happens, no one knows at all.

Even, at that time, Tang Hong and Jiang Lulu didn't notice anything abnormal - Jiang Lulu only felt pain in her chest and her heartbeat became irregular.

Contralateral.

Jiang Lulu drooped her head, her eyes were blank, and she was ready to die: "Thanks to Dr. Sang's reminder, otherwise it will be over." ”

Fortunately, Dr. Sang found out and warned her, otherwise she would become the divine embodiment of the great gods of the other dimension.

“......”

Tang Hong didn't say a word.

Everyone has completely forgotten about the [Green Clothes].

He understood that the Supreme Human Emperor had changed the past and erased the traces of the green-clothed natural immortals, and then it was logical that Dr. Sang had become the hero of the mimicry incident, although it was doubtful why the artificial god plan could stimulate the mimicry, but it was difficult to hide this great achievement.

As for whether it counts as grabbing credit and grabbing contributions?

It depends on whether Dr. Sang is in the know!

"He's definitely in the know. ”

Tang Hong punned on the words: "Since he knows the serious consequences of mimicry, he must also know the healing method of mimicry trauma." ”

Jiang Lulu said with a wrinkled face: "Dr. Sang has already said that mimicry injuries cannot be cured. Unless today's medical technology advances a little more, the human body is made into a specimen, which is similar to a vegetative state. ”

Although it is said that it is better to die than to live.

But what's the point of being alive like that, Jiang Lulu has already given up: "That's good, I don't want to toss anymore." ”

"You give up on yourself?"

Tang Hong was a little angry and saddened his misfortune.

He has seen chicken soup for the soul, which says that even if the whole world abandons and anyone abandons him, he can't abandon himself, but he ignores what the person has encountered and what he has experienced - if she is not desperate and can't grasp a straw of hope for survival, how could she, as a transcendent, give up easily.

"You ......"

Tang Hong was silent for a moment.

At this moment, he saw Jiang Lulu's legs limp, as if she had lost support, as if she had lost her strength, and if she was on the ground, she would definitely fall to the side or fall forward.

This is a space station, there is no gravity! Seeing Jiang Lulu drifting to the side, Tang Hong hurriedly walked over and helped her up.

"Oh my God!

Jiang Lulu covered her face with her small hand, and through the gap between her fingers, her pale golden eyes flashed with embarrassment.

It's so embarrassing.

To say that you need someone to help you when you walk, it can be called excusable, but you also have to be helped when you are floating?

She glanced at Tang Hong through her fingers, feeling that she had become an old lady who had gone to outer space to touch porcelain, and couldn't help but become stubborn and break away from Tang Hong: "You don't have to worry about me! I can't fall anyway, there is no gravity and no inertia, there is no possibility of falling to death." ”

"How do you feel right now. Tang Hong touched her forehead, which was not hot, it was a little cold.

"Don't ask. ”

Jiang Lulu suddenly exploded, pursed her lips, and a pair of smart eyes were also about to cry: "I'm so miserable, I was nauseous and vomited all afternoon yesterday, and then I couldn't taste anything after eating." ”

Sweet,

acid

Spicy,

Salty,

Even the unique taste of the compressed food on the Tiangong-4 space station cannot be tasted, probably because the tongue cells have mutated and dissociated...... The most serious cases often begin with the most inconspicuous details, seemingly normal on the surface, and accumulate to a tipping point, and the explosive collapse suddenly takes people's lives.

She wasn't scared at all.

She complained and muttered in a whisper: "White truffles, geoducks, lobster and melon caviar, and the porridge made by my mother, I won't be able to eat them in the future." ”

"Milk tea tart popcorn!"

"Fries and Coke Chocolate!"

"Grilled fish hot pot potato flour!"

"Crispy bone bean skin eight treasure duck!"

"I would like to pay tribute to my departed love, those lovely little bunnies...... Guys!"

She was a little incoherent, holding her head, and muttering a lot.

It was as if the whole world had left her and completely abandoned her—eating was the most important thing, involving the source of happiness in life.

The other side.

Tang Hong choked and was stunned for a while, and the message from the ground appeared in his mind - gene collapse, there is no precedent for the time being, and it is recommended to refer to the sequelae of nuclear radiation.

In the battle of the Holocaust in the middle of summer, the transcendent saint has to enter the high-temperature area after the nuclear explosion, of course, you have to know the relevant information in detail.

At this stage, there is no way to treat the human body from excessive nuclear radiation.

In the first stage, the cells are unable to proliferate, and the chromosomes are destroyed, resulting in redness and swelling all over the body, burning on the body surface, and the initial small wounds will become larger and larger.

In the second stage, the hair cannot regrow, the skin barrier fails, and the body fluids and blood seep out...... However, bleeding and skin peeling were just the beginning, and the subsequent changes in the disease were painful, and Tang Hong didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

Although he has practiced the first layer of the "Atomic Breathing Technique", he still has a sense of awe in the face of nuclear energy.

Suddenly.

A small, white hand caught his eye.

It was Jiang Lulu who waved her hand and swayed in front of Tang Hong's eyes: "Tang Hong, what are you thinking." ”

"I'm thinking about ......" Tang Hong thought for a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he seemed to swallow saliva: "What you said sounds like it makes people drool." ”

Jiang Lulu was very proud, and raised her chin: "There are many, many more." ”

"Then you go on, I'll listen. Tang Hong said warmly.

Suddenly.

Her eyes lit up.

In the silent, narrow, small passage of the space station, a crisp voice echoed, and a young girl leaned against the bulkhead, folding her fingers, with a bright smile on her face, and the harsh and cold outer space seemed to have a touch of brightness.

It's as if she's reminiscing and telling the best times.

Another young man sat cross-legged in mid-air, his chin held seriously, and from time to time he showed a dumbfounded expression.

Meantime.

Outside the porthole, the starry sky is vast, the blue earth presents a spectacular scene, time slips through the fingers, and this moment has a temperature.

......

"Are the apples produced by using Fiji water in the whole process particularly delicious, the cost is so high, and the red Fuji is delicious?"

......

"The best caviar in China!?and the shell spoon made in China (⊙.⊙)"

......

"May I ask what is the taste of La Bonnotte potatoes for 5,000 Chinese dollars a kilogram, and can they become stronger when they eat them? ”

......

Long.

The two communicate face-to-face.

Tang Hong became more and more emotional, he didn't know what to say, most of what Jiang Lulu saw and heard was something he couldn't usually touch.

"It turns out that this is the life of a rich man. ”

"It's me who is alone. ”

Tang Hong spread his hands and said that he and Jiang Lulu were not from the same world at all.

In fact, this is also true of many transcendent beings.

The difference in origin is too big - even if the moment you become transcendent has surpassed the class barrier, the experience from childhood to adulthood is a mark, and it is impossible to become extraordinary and change.

Jiang Lulu knows this in her heart, so she has always regarded Tang Hong as her best friend: "I am still single in my mother's womb, and I regret it a little." ”

Tang Hong shook his head: "It's too late to regret it." ”

Mimic trauma is not an incurable disease, but it is more terrible than an incurable disease.

The man-made god imitated the divine body, borrowing a trace of the power of the great gods of the other dimension - as much as the gain, there was much risk, just now, he frequently mobilized the holy will, and there was no way to reverse the signs of the gradual collapse of her body.

In recent days,

It belongs to the false healing period,

Now the time of absence has passed.

Tang Hong groaned: "After we go back, I guarantee that these things you said will be placed in front of you." ”

Jiang Lulu snorted: "I'm not in the mood!

"There will definitely be. ”

Tang Hong rubbed the hair on his forehead, he didn't have enough will, plus the will of several people who had entered the sainthood, he believed that she could temporarily restore her sense of taste.

——

Arctic region.

Temporary research base.

The middle-aged man who had received the message from the above to inquire about Dr. Sang went back, and he was replaced by Mo Xiusheng, the peak advisor of the Yellow River Organization, who was once a 'fanatical fan' of Chen Jiawei on the first day.

Knock knock!

Mo Xiusheng knocked on the metal tabletop, and a deep voice came out, adding a trace of willpower.

"The surname is Sang. ”

He said slowly, "It is rumored that you have the ability to predict the future, so explain it." ”

Contralateral.

Dr. Sang sat upright: "How do you want me to explain something that can't be proven at all." ”

Mo Xiusheng: "That's your business, you can figure it out yourself." He doesn't declare a personal vendetta, and he doesn't be too polite, and his fingertips knock on the table, which happens to coincide with his heartbeat, deliberately exerting pressure.

He is a peak advisor, a pioneer transcendent with the ability to manifest and soar willpower, and if he goes one step further, he will become a saint!

Knock, knock, knock.

Listening to the sound of percussion, a small amount of sweat oozed from Dr. Sang's forehead: "You know, I worked with the first day, probably the research results at that time. ”

You know, if you don't open the heaven-level file, Dr. Sang can't figure it out.

He had forgotten all the information about the ultimate plan of the Observer of Alternate Space, not to mention that the headache had worsened, and he frowned and told Mo Xiusheng to stop banging on the table.

Syllable!

Mo Xiu slapped it violently, and the metal square table split apart in an instant: "I don't want to hear the speculative words 'maybe' and 'maybe'!"

At this very moment.

Someone knocked on the door and walked in.

It was a white man in military uniform, and he whispered a few words in Dr. Sang's ear: "There is a message from the Tiangong-4 space station, those two are about to return, and the saints are looking for you." ”

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