"You...... Surname?"

A question came from the door, and Mo Mu turned around and nodded.

"Tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, wait for me at the gate of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Ling Yi left this sentence, raised his feet and left the restaurant.

"Mr. Qian, please walk slowly, and look forward to your visit again. After the waiter saw him off, he returned to the restaurant.

"Did he mean, let me go to him tomorrow afternoon at five o'clock?" asked as he ran over to the waiter's side and raked his ears.

"Yes, customer. The waiter nodded and replied politely.

"it!, okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow!" Mo Mu pushed the door open, stuck his head out, and replied to him in as loud a voice as possible.

"Isn't there a shame now?" said a cold voice behind him.

Mo Mu turned around and saw Xie Huaiheng's cold face, then looked at the surprised waiter, and the other customers who turned their heads to look at her, "Oh roar, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The apology still couldn't hide the excitement, "The steak is not finished, continue, continue." Mo Mu pushed the reluctant Xie Huaiheng back to his seat.

"His name is Ling Yi?" Xie Huaiheng asked as he looked at Ling Mu, who was eating happily and was not ready to explain.

"yes. Mo Mu picked up a spoonful of salad and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Are you relatives?" Xie Huaiheng asked.

"Why do you say that?" asked Mo Mu as he munched on the tender beef and enjoyed it.

"His surname is also Qian. Xie Huaiheng felt helpless because he didn't have enough brains.

"Oh, why is his surname Qian?" "Mo Mu stopped chewing: Could it be that he is my ancestor?

Seeing that Mo Mu didn't follow, Xie Huaiheng continued to ask, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Because he can help me get back. Mo Mu shook off the thoughts in his head and continued to immerse himself in the temptation of food.

"Where are you going?" Xie Huaiheng chased after him.

"The 22nd century!" Mo Mu was a little impatient by Xie Huaiheng's ten thousand whys.

Xie Huaiheng opened his mouth, but put back the ridicule that was ready to be exported: In the 22nd century, is it really a person who has traveled through time? Or have you read too many novels? "Then why are you pricking me with a needle?"

"Because you are a genetic human," said Mo Mu, thinking of something, and snickered, "Do you know? Your reproductive ability is very strong, so as long as you inject a virus antibody into your gene, your children and grandchildren will have their own antibodies, and then you can make the human race in the 22nd century grow a lot." ”

"What's strong?" Xie Huaiheng wanted to make sure he heard correctly.

"Reproduction ability. Mo Mu swallowed the last bite of the steak and glanced at a certain part of the man sitting across from him.

"......" Xie Huaiheng was speechless again: Is this woman too nervous?

"I'll send you tomorrow. Xie Huaiheng sent Mo Mu to the door of the hotel and gave him an instruct.

"You're such a good person!" Mo Mu gave a thumbs up and shook at Xie Huaiheng, "I'll invite you to dinner if I have the chance." ”

"Okay, it's decided. Xie Huaiheng didn't give him room to turn around, "Get out of the car." ”

"......" was speechless, and the speed of turning his face was faster than turning a book.

Looking at the car that had gone away, Mo Mu fell into contemplation again: Person No. 7 is really nice, so helpful, handsome, and in good shape...... What if I inject genes into his body and he can't eat and dies? I'm so sorry for him......

Mo Mu patted his head and walked into the hotel, "Hey, sleep for a while, maybe there will be a way when you wake up." ”

As the night fell, the streets of S City were lit up, and a point of light like a meteor flashed in the air, and people made wishes in the direction of popularity. And when they reached the empty sea level, in the corner of the meteor, a magnet door opened, and out came several men in black uniforms, one of whom was holding a cat-like animal ten times smaller than a cat.

"Sergeant, we made a forced landing in the 21st century in country Z, about 300 years ago. One of them looked at the space-time globe that popped up on his arm and respectfully reported to the person holding the animal.

"It took a lot of our time and energy to catch the space-time spirit cat, and I hope that its blood can save the planet. The man, known as Sergeant, lifted the huddled animal and examined it carefully.

A demonic head stretched out from behind Captain Ho, hung on his shoulder, and reached out to caress the small and cute civet. "However, the civet cat left the space-time tunnel, without the supply of tunnel energy, its survival time is limited, and the spaceship is broken again, what can I do?"

Captain He lowered his shoulders, dodged the demon man, and showed respect in his tone, "Zongjun, although the scientific research level of the earth is average now, it is not difficult to find someone who can repair the spaceship, according to the records of the ancestors, the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the 21st century is the highest level of scientific research on the entire earth, and the Yangtze River 7 and spaceship 7 were all launched from that place to other galaxies in the universe, and they are still traveling interstellar. ”

The person who was honored as Zongjun had a smile in his eyes, "Okay, then you should come to Earth for a tour." ”