Wakaba grabbed his hand on the square suitcase, was silent for a moment when he heard the words, shook his head and said:

"Can you leave it alone?"

"Yes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Sumire Muroto agreed very quickly, contrary to Wakaba's expectations, and then the topic shifted to irrelevant places.

"Remember you said that I would refine it for you, and you would meet my best and not too much of a request, right?"

Wakaba carried the box to his side and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, as long as I can do it, I don't ask too much. ”

Sumire Muroto playfully said:

"You survived, let me examine and study your body. ”

“···”

Wakaba looked at Dr. Muroto Sumire, who was not bad at looking at the black lines on his head, but he was negligent in dressing up, and said angrily:

"Please don't make misleading requests. ”

"Imp. ”

Muroto Sumire suddenly raised her hand and slapped Wakaba's forehead at Wakaba, but she was naturally quickly dodged by Wakaba, she withdrew her hand carelessly, supported her chin and said:

"I'm serious, the possibility of the animalization of the original intestine with the gastral virus gene night is 100%, but I feel that you are an existence beyond the possibility.

If I don't die, how about researching it? Maybe I'll find a solution to the erosion rate of those kids. ”

Wakaba looked at Sumire Muroto, who had a serious face, and said in astonishment:

"You know what I'm going to do?"

Muroto Sumire sneered, pointed to the tip of his nose and said proudly:

"Don't underestimate the 'Four Sages', what you want to do was done ten years ago, but it all failed. ”

Wakaba said depressedly:

"And you have so much confidence in me?"

Muroto Sumire narrowed his eyes, half joking and half serious:

"Sa, guess. ”

Doctor, you're naughty!

Wakaba complained, he couldn't deal with this sloppy and sloppy doctor who didn't have any majesty, and it was one thing to ask for others, and on the other hand, the doctor's personality didn't make him hate.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll go first if it's okay. ”

Muroto Sumire lay on the table and waved his hand absently, and said as if he was rushing someone:

"Go, go, go. ”

Wakaba shrugged his shoulders, didn't say anything, picked up the box and walked out, suddenly remembered something before entering the corridor, paused, turned his head to look at the sleepy Dr. Muroto Sumire and said:

"By the way, doctor, you are the 'Four Sages', how do you know that Seven, Eight, Seven, Eight, Seven, a special mechanized unit for protogastars?"

···

In response to Wakaba's slight snoring, Sumire Muroto actually fell asleep in a few steps.

"Well, forget it, you can't hide from the doctor. ”

Wakaba laughed at the voice that Sumire Muroto deliberately disguised, shook his head helplessly, and strode out of the room with a word.

Muroto Sumire opened her eyes after hearing the sound of the door closing and Wakaba's footsteps disappearing, and sighed slightly, Seven, Eight, Seven, the number she least wanted to remember, represented the past she was most unwilling to recall, and she didn't know if it was right or wrong to hand over the original intestinal animal gene night to that little ghost...

She was unwilling after all.

···

Wakaba knew that Sumire Muroto was pretending to be asleep, and it didn't break it, and their friendship hadn't reached that point, so if the doctor was willing to say it, he would naturally say it.

He was now holding the box, sitting on a public seat in the garden, with a strange expression, and what he asked Muroto Sumire to extract was the genetic fluid of the gastrulation, which was definitely something that ordinary people, even timid scientific researchers, would have heard of and changed.

The gastaloid gene fluid is actually the gastal virus, but the difference with the gastalovirus is the directional change, what monster the gastal virus becomes is random, and the gastaloid gene fluid will become the same kind of gastrulation.

In terms of results, it doesn't really make much difference.

Wakaba is not worried that he will be gastrulated, there are too many things in the store system to restrain the gastrulation virus, he is worried that he will rewrite his DNA after using the gastrulation gene fluid, and when the time comes, it will be in vain to be purified by the store system again.

Ruoye guessed that the Lord of the Dream Realm was definitely an extreme racist, and he was a pure descendant of Yan Huang, otherwise why did the store system he created care so much about Ruoye's bloodline, and even forced to purify the bloodline.

Fortunately, after the store system entered the genetic fluid analysis of the original intestines, Wakaba was given a reassuring reply that it could be used, but the gene needed to be rewritten back afterwards.

As for the units needed to rewrite back the gene... Astronomical, Wakaba counted the gap between dozens of fingers that were not enough, and found that he was really poor.

To add insult to injury, the aura of the great god of Suzumiya Haruhi was actually activated at this time, and he entered the dream space with a group, and he was strongly asking himself to go back.

Although Wakaba couldn't see the demeanor of the god of the cool palace in the dream space, he could guess that the god of the cool palace must be cursing himself to hide and release her pigeon, and then gritted his teeth and muttered about the death penalty or something... He was wronged, for so long, he almost forgot that there was such a person as the Great God of Lianggong.

Ahem, it seems that forgetting the great god of the cool palace is a more serious sin than letting the dove of the great god of the cool palace.

Wakaba frowned, thinking about how to get away from Haruhi Suzumiya, but he didn't see that he was busy now,

"Realm Lord, Realm Lord, Realm... The Lord is coming?"

Wakaba's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered the hidden danger of his soul skyrocketing, and he was given no aftermath by a subconscious cognition of Haruhi Suzumiya.

Wakaba had an idea that was so bold that it could be called crazy, and once it was realized, it would be possible to completely save the astronomical unit of rewriting genes, 'edge', and failed... That's nothing, at most to experience a bloodline purification that is more terrifying than death.

Bet?

Don't gamble?

Wakaba hesitated for a moment and decided to leave it to fate, exchanging a coin with a perfectly balanced weight distribution from the shop system and bouncing it into the sky.

The coin flew up, fell, fell to the ground, gurgled twice, and then stuck vertically in the crack of the brick... It's amazing.

Wakaba was dumbfounded, clapped his hands halfway, and decisively decided to bet! The reason is simple, before flipping the coin, he forgot to stipulate whether the coin should be gambled face up or face up.

But if you're going to gamble, be sure to be well prepared.

Wakaba picked up the vibrating phone and connected it, put it to his ear, and before he could speak, there was a series of questions from the great spirit of the cool palace.

"Why did it take half a day to answer the phone!? No one was there, did you want to repay the debt? Tell you, it was impossible! Hurry up and show up, if you refuse, you will be sentenced to death!"

"Tsk..."

If Ye smacked his tongue, he didn't want to be too involved with this troublesome guest, it seems that he can't avoid it after all, then accept it with peace of mind, life is like that, if you can't resist, you can enjoy it, not to mention that the person on the other side is much more powerful than life.

"I'm the store manager with good faith, don't ruin my reputation, it's just that I'm in a bit of a hurry now, I'll go back after a while, how about I ask Sister Xianzi to go back and prepare tea and snacks for you first?"

You can stay as long as you want, how about it, I'm funny. ”

PS: The last chapter should be 'Chapter 289', I don't know why it was typed as 'Chapter 249', tears run...