Luo Ying's face was stunned, thinking to herself how could there be such a brazen person in this world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Please, don't put gold on your face. Luo Ying said angrily.

Leng Feng smiled and said, "Then you saw that I was too lonely, so I came over to chat with me." ”

"Admittedly, there are also reasons for this. But the bigger reason is that I don't think you're the kind of man who seems cynical on the surface. You have many, many memories of the past, which are either deep or depressing or unbearable. From your singing, I can tell that you have a lot of past things hidden in your heart, right? Luo Ying stared at Leng Feng with a pair of phoenix eyes and said seriously.

Leng Feng was really stunned for a moment, he looked at Luo Ying, and said with a little playfulness: "No matter what I do, it's all my personal business, isn't it." Seems like you're interested. ”

"No, I'm a doctor. Not only a doctor of internal and external injuries, but also a psychiatrist. I have seen many soldiers on the front lines who suffered from various post-war syndromes because of too much depression in their hearts. So, I want to ask you about this not out of personal inquiry, but as a duty on my part. Luo Ying said, her eyes pure, looking directly at Leng Feng.

Leng Feng smiled dumbly and asked, "So you are worried that I will suffer from post-war syndrome." ”

Luo Ying's clear and pure eyes were still looking at Leng Feng, and she said: "Any psychological illness is not developed overnight, but after years of accumulation, coupled with spiritual depression, it will be formed over time. Maybe you're okay now, but who can guarantee the future,"

"So, what do you mean," Leng Feng asked with a smile in a moment's time.

"I don't mean anything else, if you feel depressed and depressed, then treat me as your psychiatrist, as someone you trust, and tell you what is deep in your heart. It will be much better, and I will be able to treat you according to your situation. Luo Ying said.

"I have a lot of stories, and I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them in the last three days and three nights. Leng Feng said with a smile.

"I have patience. Luo Ying said.

"I'm just a little worried...... Leng Feng said.

"Worried, worried about what," Luo Ying asked curiously.

"I'm worried that after you listen to my story and learn more about me, the more you get into it, what should you do," Leng Feng smiled, he stood up, and said as he passed by Luo Ying's side, "Okay, go back and have a barbecue with everyone." I know very well whether I have a question or not. When the day comes when I have a psychological problem, I will look for you, and I love being alone with you. ”

With that, Leng Feng walked towards the campfire carnival party.

Luo Yingfen clenched her fists, and a trace of blush couldn't help but climb on her delicate and beautiful face, she stared at Leng Feng's back, and her heart was really extremely annoyed.

"What a stinking bastard...... What else to worry about, hum, it's so hateful. ”

Luo Ying thought angrily in her heart.

The bonfire party continued, and Leng Feng walked back and was pulled over by his students to fight for wine. Leng Feng is also not polite, at this moment he let go of his cold side as an instructor, hooked up with his students, called him brothers, and drank big bowls one by one, interpreting the pride of male love.

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The Caribbean, a remote and mysterious island.

In the middle of this remote island stands a majestic castle, which is pitch black and made of black stones, with an eerie and heavy smell of death.

In the middle of the castle is marked by a blood-dripping scythe, which makes people feel chilling at first glance.

This is where the Temple of Death's lair is located.

This black castle has an even more magnificent basement, which is not accessible to everyone, and there are only a handful of people in the entire Temple of Death who are qualified to enter the basement.

The basement is spacious and bright, looking like an underground palace, magnificent, but the entire basement is filled with a strong smell of potions.

On the third floor of the basement, a sign hangs on the entrance door that reads: Gene Warrior Cultivation Laboratory.

At this moment, a man wearing a black cloak was leading a handsome and majestic blonde young man to this genetic warrior cultivation laboratory.

"Master Augustus, the purity of the Golden Blood you have provided is extremely high, and according to Dr. Andrew, the genetic warriors studied today will enter a crucial point. Whether it will succeed in this move. The man in the black cloak spoke, he was the Grim Reaper, and he continued, "Therefore, I invite you to come and witness this historic moment. ”

"Death, I hope you don't let me down. Augustus said.

"Why, the ultimate goal of my Grim Reaper is to dominate the world, how can I disappoint you, in the future, we will join forces, and the peerless powerhouses such as the Queen of the Night, the King of Land Battles, and the King of the North Pole will prostrate at our feet. As for the lone wolf, it was even easier to kill him. Death grinned, and he stepped forward and pushed open the door to the lab.

When you enter the laboratory, you will be shocked by what you see.

I actually saw that in this laboratory, which covers an area of thousands of square meters, there are two meters high and circular cultivation tanks, which are filled with culture liquid, and there are warriors with full body in it.

The warriors were all living people, but they were all blindfolded, apparently dormant, with instruments and masks in their mouths to supply them with oxygen and vital fluids, and tentacle-like hoses from their bodies connected to the medical instruments outside.

Right now, there are lab personnel in white coats in the laboratory recording some data in front of each culture tank.

The lab personnel nodded their heads when they saw the Grim Reaper walk in, and their eyes were filled with awe.

"What about Dr. Andrew," Death asked.

"Your Highness, the Doctor is in the data monitoring room. A medical officer spoke.

The Grim Reaper nodded, and led Augustus towards the data monitoring room.

In the data monitoring room, there are two old men in their fifties and sixties who are paying close attention to a large screen in front of them, and the screen is constantly flashing with data, and the beating of these data represents the changes in the data of the fighters in the training tank.

At this time, there was a knock at the door of the data monitoring room, and an old man walked over and opened the door after hearing the words.

"Your Excellency, Lord Death, you are here. The old man spoke.

The Grim Reaper looked at the old man, and he spoke, "Dr. Andrew, do you say that today is a pivotal day, does it mean that a true genetic warrior will be born?"