Slamming the door shut, Concubine Lin glared at Song Anran and threatened: "Behave well tomorrow night, don't embarrass me." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Also, this girl has been running out for a day, and she is dying of hunger, so hurry up and make dinner!"

This tone, this momentum, is more like the master than Song Anran.

He really wanted to remind him that it was now the time shift of the world, and the host and guest had transposed. But as soon as he saw this face, which was brighter than flowers, Song Anran's bones immediately softened, and he obediently went to the kitchen.

Noodles, eggs, pickles, salted duck eggs, two tomatoes, and two sauce elbows and two pork knuckles left over from last night, that's all you can eat in the fridge.

After looking at the seasoning again, Song Anran was even more speechless, only oil, salt and chicken essence, not even soy sauce and vinegar!

Song Anran took out the noodles, eggs and tomatoes, and shouted while cleaning the tomatoes: "Concubine Lin, have you cooked by yourself in this house?"

"Do it, of course!" Lin Fei'er leaned against the kitchen door frame and said unashamedly: "Sometimes, I will cook myself some tomato egg noodles!"

Song Anran said in his heart, it is estimated that cooking noodles is the only food you can cook!

Limited to the conditions, he re-steamed the elbow and pig's feet, fried a tomato and egg, and cooked a pot of clear soup noodles. Accompanied by salted duck eggs and pickles, Song Anran's first meal after having a new home was so improvised!

After the meal, Song Anran didn't expect Concubine Lin to be able to do it at all, so she took the initiative to stand up and start cleaning up the pots and pans and the kitchen.

Concubine Lin wiped her mouth, burped a little, grabbed her mobile phone and shook it at him, and said, "I'll go to the room now to contact other people and find out the details of this Jiang Haiping, so as not to make you suffer!"

After the kitchen was all cleaned up, Song Anran sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and changed the channel at will, suddenly he thought of a question, and said silently: "System, you strengthened my body last night, why don't I feel it at all?"

"Host, in order to give you an intuitive impression, I set your various body values, such as musculoskeletal strength, reaction speed, eyesight, hearing, etc., to the value of 1, and after my physical enhancement last night, I only let your value increase to 1.004, this increase is too slight, you can't feel it!"

This growth value made Song Anran very disappointed, yesterday he ate a lot, and also absorbed Zhou Xue's body of fat, which increased by 0.004, according to this rate estimate, it is estimated that it will take at least a year to change from 1 to 2.

The system seemed to scan his thoughts, explaining further: "The host healed the girl yesterday and temporarily improved her hearing, which consumed a lot of energy. It can increase by 0.004 because the base value of the host is too low. With the gradual strengthening of the host's body, the energy required for the further evolution of the body in the future will increase exponentially!"

Hearing this, Song Anran secretly complained, it seems that there is no hope of becoming a "superman" in a short time.

The only thing that made him happy was that this energy multiplication was only a multiplier, not a geometric or exponential increase, otherwise the entire earth would have been swallowed by him, and it was estimated that it would not be able to meet his final evolutionary needs.

"System, you told me yesterday that your energy reserve is a little more than one unit, what do you mean by explaining the next unit of energy?

"This unit of energy is not a constant value, it is measured according to the needs of the host's body. ”

"One unit of energy is the energy that the host needs to regain his body after the most complete extreme trauma according to my healing ability. One unit's energy reserve is the minimum warning line, the passing line is ten units' energy reserve, and the good one is twenty units or more......"

"Okay, I see!"

Song Anran understood the meaning of unit energy, now ten units of energy is an astronomical number for him, and he doesn't care about the following numbers.

He eagerly asked the next question, which was also one he was very concerned about: "System, what is the limit of your treatment? Can you amputate limbs or regenerate organs?"

"With enough energy, any organ and limb on the host's body, except for the brain, I can reshape!"

Wow, hearing this reply from the system, Song Anran was excited and jumped up directly from the sofa.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring Concubine Lin and making her think that she had become a psychopath, Song Anran couldn't wait to roar a few times to vent her excitement!

With his blood on the head, he hurriedly ran into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife and aimed it at his little finger, intending to cut it down. After thinking about it, it was a bit too stupid to do so, and Song Anran, who was eager to try, finally put down the kitchen knife.

He continued, "Can I get someone else to have a limb or a regenerate organ?"

"No, because the host has already had the deepest genetic fusion with me, so I can recreate the host's body organs. For people other than the host, I can only make them speed up wound healing!"

Hearing this answer, Song Anran was only a little disappointed and didn't care too much!

With the help of the system, he can treat others, and it is enough to treat the wounds, and then let others recover the lost limbs out of nothing, and it is estimated that he will be treated as a demon.

Song Anran has watched "Superman: Man of Steel", and this movie made him understand a truth, human beings need a God, but they don't need God to come to the world.

It is human instinct to reject dissidents, and when his ability is too prominent, beyond the limit that ordinary people can accept, it is the moment when he is feared by the public, and then ostracized, and even eliminated!

When he himself was not invincible to the earth and could not completely protect himself, Song Anran decided that it would be better to hide his ability a little.

"An Ran, I inquired clearly!" Concubine Lin ran out of the room and said very seriously: "This Jiang Haiping, who is good at karate, is known as the iron hand and copper head, has a strong ability to resist blows, and is a difficult guy. He has participated in several black market fights, and the highest discipline is to win sixteen consecutive victories!"

When she learned the news, Concubine Lin regretted it a little, she shouldn't have involved Song Anran here.

Black market boxing, except for the prohibition of weapons, there are no rules and restrictions, it can be said that everything is used, injuries and maiming are frequent, and killing people has also happened. Jiang Haiping can win sixteen consecutive victories in black market boxing, and he must be a ruthless person.

She knows Song Anran, as an orphan, he had a difficult life in his childhood, although there was some competition and ruthlessness, but his heart was still very soft and his heart was also very kind.

Although Song Anran's fighting level is very good, his opponent is the outlaw Jiang Haiping.

In actual combat, under Jiang Haiping's fierce oppression, it is difficult to say how much of his strength can be exerted! It is herself, whether she can fully exert her strength, Concubine Lin does not have this self-confidence.

A master on the training ground, a bear in actual combat, this is a common thing for recruits!

Thinking of this, Concubine Lin made a decision and said, "An Ran, don't go to tomorrow night's competition, I'll compete with Jiang Haiping directly!"

"How can this be!"

Song Anran stiffened his neck and refused: "If Jiang Haiping is really powerful, then I will have to fight with him even more! Concubine Lin, to tell you the truth, my strength has really improved greatly! Or, between us, let's fight first?"

Looking at Song Anran, who refused to admit defeat, Concubine Lin knew that if she insisted, it would hurt his sensitive self-esteem.

Let's just invite some friends to witness tomorrow night, and make an agreement in advance, in full view of everyone, Jiang Haiping will not blatantly do the black, anyway, Song Anran will also resist the beating, at most the injury is more serious.

Thinking of this, Concubine Lin warned fiercely: "Okay, since you are so persistent, I will promise you to compete with Jiang Haiping tomorrow night." But I'm going to say it, you'd better throw in the towel when you see the momentum isn't right. If you can't take care of yourself for a while, don't blame me for not taking care of you!"

Song Anran said with great confidence: "Don't worry, the only one who can't take care of himself in life can only be Jiang Haiping, and it will definitely not be me!"