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Such an experimental product is naturally a failure. However, despite their failure, they are pure natural insects after all, and it is not a problem to sell them as glittering gadgets. At the beginning of the experiment, Ye Feng had little hope for this batch of fireflies, and in the face of such a result, he naturally could not be disappointed.

What's more, these insects can continue to drink the Golden Cicada Holy Water, and then improve their spiritual intelligence.

It is not impossible for him to experiment with the best ratio, and then give them a reasonable range of spiritual improvements. Of course, with the injured insects, Ye Feng didn't plan to waste the Golden Cicada Holy Water anymore.

The fireflies in the thirteen plastic bottles, after Ye Feng checked them one by one very carefully, he found that the most suitable ratio of fireflies was the No. 1 bottle with a drop of golden cicada holy water. Such insects can just understand Ye Feng's simple instructions and cooperate with him to make certain movements, if Ye Feng's instructions are a little more complicated, the insects will become extremely confused.

That look of helplessness and confusion, Ye Feng who looked at it felt so cute, and he was cute!

If there was no market for such a bug, Ye Feng felt that he was willing to screw off his head and kick it as a ball. And the bugs on the thirteenth are obviously too intelligent, and they can already understand most of Ye Feng's words, and the insects with such a high intelligence have already exceeded Ye Feng's mental estimates, and it is not suitable to sell them.

However, being able to understand what others are saying is not the same thing as being able to speak to yourself.

If you want the insect to speak, it must be impossible without feeding it with half a cup of golden cicada holy water - this is what the holy water golden cicada told him. Therefore, although the insect intelligence is higher, Ye Feng is not too worried, after all, for an insect, it seems that it is not a great skill to be able to understand human speech?

Such skills do not allow their survivability to be raised to a new level.

In addition to these, Ye Feng also found several fireflies with the same mutation in the remaining twelve bottles. He picked out the mutated fireflies one by one, and put them in a glass bottle with the first small fire, and suddenly the whole glass bottle became colorful and beautiful in the dark night.

It turns out that these mutated fireflies are not mutating in the same direction.

Some of them are like small fires, becoming fiery red, like garnets of extremely high purity, beautiful and blazing! Some are as crystal as ice and snow, and in the transparent glass, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to ignore the past, and some are as bright as gold...... Ye Feng plans to deeply cultivate these mutated fireflies, and when he opens a store in the future, he will treat them as the treasure of the town store!

Although Ye Feng found that except for the twelfth, which had the lowest concentration of golden cicada holy water, the fireflies in the other bottles had been reduced to a certain extent.

But Ye Feng didn't find any corpses of fireflies in the bottle, but found a few that were seriously injured. One of them was dying, and when Ye Feng saw it, he only had half a breath left. However, when it stood motionless and stiffened, other insects instantly swarmed up and ate it completely!

Only then did Ye Feng know why there was not a single insect corpse in the bottle.

Ye Feng didn't know if the fireflies had a cannibalistic habit, but he faintly felt that the fireflies in the bottle treated the corpses of the same kind like this, which should be related to the fact that these corpses of the same kind had eaten a part of the golden cicada holy water. But that's fine, Ye Feng doesn't have to worry about the disposal of insect corpses.

After all, Ye Feng couldn't be sure what kind of changes these insects that had swallowed the holy water of the golden cicada, even if it was just a corpse, would bring to the surrounding ecological environment when they returned to the biological chain in the natural world. It's even more uncertain whether this change is good or bad.

Now that the optimal ratio had been determined, Ye Feng drove all the intact insects back to their original bottles.

Then, according to the original ratio, the missing amount of golden cicada holy water was calculated, added one by one, re-capped, and put back into the golden cicada space. As for those injured defective products, Ye Feng didn't throw them away, and received another empty plastic bottle, which he planned to use as a gift for activities in the future!

Once the fireflies are gone, all that's left is three crickets.

Because these three crickets were not easy to come by, Ye Feng even let the most pitiful one let it enjoy one-tenth of the golden cicada holy water alone. Compared with the happiest group of fireflies, only thirty-two of them enjoyed one and a half drops, and the average one did not even arrive at one or twenty drops, so it was not too discriminatory.

The effect of differential treatment is naturally obvious.

Although these three crickets couldn't speak, even the one with the lowest spiritual intelligence could understand most of Ye Feng's instructions. Not long after Ye Feng played a children's rhyme, the cricket with the lowest intelligence actually called out a short frequency, and the rhythm of the beat was exactly the same!

Ye Feng perked up and put on several simple children's songs.

This cricket obviously became a little dazed, Ye Feng even felt that on the two small eyes of the cricket, two embodied circles appeared, and Ye Feng, who was suddenly cute, had a bloody face! In the end, he was only fed one-tenth of the golden cicada holy water, and Ye Feng didn't have too many requirements for it, so after thinking about it, he started the "Lu Binghua" single cycle.

Lu Binghua's children's song accompanies almost half of Ye Feng's childhood memories, and Ye Feng himself listens to it very emotionally.

But after a while, Ye Feng realized that something was wrong, since the three crickets were all placed on a writing desk, they naturally listened to the song together. Not long after the song played, it became a quadruple concerto, a quadruple concerto of three crickets and a computer!

Forget it, these three crickets are like being possessed by a musical god, and each one has mastered the rhythm very appropriately.

Although it is a quartet, it sounds surprisingly harmonious.

The crickets only drank two drops of the golden cicada holy water, so naturally they couldn't speak, so Lu Binghua's lyrics were only sung on the computer, and the crickets only called out background music. Ye Feng didn't understand music, but listening to this quartet, Ye Feng only felt as if he was floating in the clouds.

Lazy, there is a sense of peace of mind in my heart as if I am trapped in my mother's arms.

Ye Feng subconsciously took out his mobile phone, pressed the recording button, and waited for the end of the quartet, Ye Feng was still a little unable to come back to his senses for a long time. When he came back to his senses, Ye Feng quickly put the little cricket that had learned Lu Binghua back into the plastic bottle, retracted the golden cicada space, and played a song about a certain heavenly actress.

This song once swept most of China, and Ye Feng also thought it was quite good when he heard it.

In Ye Feng's feeling, girls generally prefer to listen to this type of song...... As the minutes ticked by, the songs in the computer audio changed one after another, and the sky gradually became white. The cricket that enjoyed a whole drop of the golden cicada holy water, after learning sixteen pieces of pop music, finally showed an unsustainable cute and pitiful appearance, and was included in the golden cicada space by Ye Feng.

Only the most powerful general with a broken leg remains, and his voice is as magnetic and melodious as a violin, and he continues to sing.