"It's no wonder that after the 'sustained-release' injections of my son and I these times, the virus in our bodies has not only not been suppressed, but has continued to expand ......," Fuji Yong said with red eyes.

"The real sustained-release effect should be like us, and the ability to retract mutants can be free!" The young man grinned: "A transformation like you two that is not a human or a ghost is just a fart!" ”

Hearing this, Fuji Yong's face changed, and then he looked like a deflated ball.

"You should be grateful to me!"

"Tell you all this when you're dying!"

"It's not like your son-in-law, you don't know until you die!"

The young man laughed.

Fuji Yong smiled, and he didn't know if it was from being crushed by the fat man, or from despair.

"You're ...... right"

The young man pursed his lips and gave the fat man a look.

The fat man came to Fuji Yong and stretched out his hand, stretched out a hand the size of a pu fan and pinched Fuji Yong's head, and as soon as he exerted his strength, Fuji Yong shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! ”

"What other words do you have?"

"I want to see how the sustained-release agent really works when injected into the human body!" Fuji said loudly.

"Didn't you already see that?" The young man laughed.

"I don't believe you, I want to see it with my own eyes!" Fuji Yong's skull was squeaked by the fat man's hand, and the pain exposed the blue tendons on his forehead, and cold sweat flowed down drop by drop.

The young man raised an eyebrow and motioned for the fat man to stop.

"You want to stall?" The young man looked at Fuji Yong and said.

"I just want to see what Miss Yang will become in the end!" Fuji Yong said with a strong endurance of pain.

"Hah, you want to see me laugh, don't you?"

"Do you think I just said something big?"

"Fatty!"

"Spare him first, let him stare wide-eyed!"

"How strong are our sustained-release agents!"

"Good to teach him to die and understand!"

Hearing this, the fat man let go of his hand and did not pinch Fuji Yong's head.

At this time, seeing him exhale, a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes.

Soon the little brother who went downstairs brought up a suitcase.

Seeing this, Fuji Yong couldn't help but stare at him, he couldn't be more familiar with that suitcase. It's the box of the 'sustained-release agent' they bought from the tiger master.

The young man deliberately opened the box in front of Fuji Yong, and the contents were indeed the same as the 'sustained-release agent' they had purchased before, an injection gun, and two syringe needles. Even the color of the 'sustained-release' inside is the same.

There is no difference at all from the outside.

But......

As the young man opened the box, he clearly felt a different breath.

In the past, the 'sustained-release agent' bought from Hu Ye had a very weak breath, and there was even an affinity.

Probably because the young man said before that it was not a 'sustained-release agent' at all, but a virus stock.

At this time, the 'sustained-release agent' in the box obviously made him feel a sense of vigilance, and the tremor from the depths of the cells was transmitted to the brain through the connection between cells, making Fuji Yong feel an indescribable nervousness.

Sure enough, the young man was right, this is the real 'sustained-release', or high-end goods!

At this time, the young man didn't pay attention to Fuji Yong, but focused on picking up the injection gun and syringe, and after inserting it, he turned on the switch and prepared to inject.

"You...... Guys...... Yes...... Asked...... My opinion? ”

Suddenly, Yang Ying's voice came.

Everyone couldn't help but pause.

Even though she was a little weak when she spoke, everyone heard her.

"Miss Yang, this is a good thing, it can inhibit the virus in your body, otherwise it will ......" Speaking of this, the young man paused for a moment before grinning: "Forget it, that kind of result, I believe you don't want to see it!" ”

"I ...... Don't want to be a monster! Yang Ying finally squeezed out a few words.

Hearing this, the young man's face changed. At this time, he smiled a little awkwardly: "Miss Yang, believe me, this is your best choice." ”

"Miss this perfect time, no one can help you suppress the virus in your body."

"I'm sure you've felt it yourself, right?"

"I can't suppress that evil thought!"

While speaking, the young man took Yang Ying's hand, picked up a finger, as sharp as a knife, and stabbed Yang Ying's sleeve open, revealing the arm inside that had been infected by the virus and turned gray and covered with hideous bloodshots.

"You see, the virus has extended here, and it will soon enter your heart!"

"If you don't use sustained-release agents, the gods can't do anything!" The young man frowned.

To be honest, he was much more nervous than Yang Ying.

This situation has reached the most serious point, once the virus enters her heart, she is really weak!

After they were infected with the virus, they were also injected with an extended-release agent as soon as possible to save their lives, and under the action of the sustained-release agent, they killed the pathogen, but retained the ability of the virus...... I can only wait for death!

As he spoke, the young man ignored Yang Ying's refusal and prepared to start injecting her with sustained-release agents.

"I ...... Die...... I don't want to ...... either. It becomes ......"

"Monster!"

Suddenly, Yang Ying didn't know where the strength came from and pushed the young man away, probably because of a coincidence, he bumped into the other party's hand, knocked the injection gun in his hand out, snapped, fell to the ground, and the syringe inside was shattered.

The extended-release agent was also spilled on the ground.

Seeing this, the people next to him were all stunned.

The young man's face turned embarrassed.

"Haha...... A bunch of fools! ”

"Do you really think your stuff is so good?"

"There are many people in this world!"

Fuji Isamu laughed there, as if mocking something.

"Sky-high 'sustained-release agent'? Haha, but that's it! ”

"Shut up!" The young man turned his head sharply and glared at Fuji. The green tendons on his face were exposed, and the bloodshot like earthworms instantly covered half of his face, which looked much more terrifying than when Liu Yiming transformed.

As if he still didn't understand his hatred, he casually took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it over.

Strange to say, the handkerchief seemed to be soft, but after being thrown out by the young man, it became as hard as a piece of iron in an instant, with sharp edges and corners, and the sound of swishing could be heard in the air as it rotated.

Then he flew in front of Fuji Yong, circled around his head, and then flew into the young man's hand in a roundabout way, and became soft again.

Poof!

With a soft sound, Fuji Yong's head also flew up.

There was a mocking smile on his face, but blood was pouring from his neck.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, the young man wiped his face with a handkerchief, as if wiping beads of sweat, and then put it in his pocket.

Bending down to pick up another injection from the suitcase, he picked up the broken injection gun from the ground, and looked at Yang Ying after installing it......