Pinched his neck with his right hand, gently lifted the cat lady to point at the lamp, and under the bright light, the three pupils tilted their necks weakly, freezing the expression of enjoying happiness.

The petite and delicate beautiful body stood in front of Lu Wu, covering the dark shadow formed by the lamp on his slender body and in his cold eyes.

"It's a pity, it's not you who is wrong, it's the world that is wrong."

sighed, said goodbye, and slowly moved the immature body, half of Lu Wu's face was exposed to the bright light, and his left eye stared coldly at the small shadow at the right-angle turn of the fifty meters in front of him. Tiren's right hand contracted back slightly, and threw it at the shadow in front of him.

The whistling wind flickered, followed by the sound of strong objects crashing.

Watching the cat lady who had been cultivated by herself hit the white wall fiercely, her chest bounced up slightly by the reaction force, and fell down the straight and weak, her slender and white little neck hung down with an exaggerated 100 degree angle and bent weakly, her little face was closed, with a happy expression of enjoyment, and the strange scene made the woman who was standing quietly against the wall on the other side of the curve couldn't help but cover her mouth tightly.

"Silver Thorn."

He took out a sixty-centimeter-long thumb-thick steel silver thorn from the space card, stared at the sleeping little head, and threw the javelin-like steel silver thorn with force like a javelin thrower's bow posture.

"Don't!" With the crisp and anxious female voice, a white female arm suddenly stretched out at the bend in front of her, and the white palm happened to block the front of the steel silver thorn that was speeding with the whistling wind, and the magical picture did not happen, with a slight squeak of red flesh and blood splashing, the steel silver thorn naturally penetrated Bai Jing's palm.

A pale green light shrouded the blurred palm of the fish, slowly healing and soothing the pain. It's a pity that it was penetrated is penetrated, the sharp pain of cutting flesh is wave after wave, Hao frowned, and endured the severe pain of the palm being penetrated, the woman in the white coat looked back nervously at the three pupils behind her, only to see half of the steel and silver thorns sinking into the white wall next to the cute little head, dripping bright red blood - that is the blood of the woman in the white coat - silently glad that the experimental object was not headshot.

Looking at the woman with a painful cold face in front of her expressionlessly, she was wearing a white coat, and her white trousers were torn open to both sides like a cheongsam under her knees, revealing her slender white legs.

Moving his gaze upward, the first thing that caught his eyelids was his chest at a speed of 60 miles, and it was Lu Wu's first thought that he was very good at birth.

Then there is a snow-white slender neck, a delicate melon seed face, white and red, and big eyes that are cold and painful, and long black straight hair in a shawl.

Examining it from the bottom to the top, Ben's expectant gaze quickly dimmed.

"The temperament is wrong."

After the appraisal was completed, the result was not satisfactory, shaking his head, Lu Wu quickly lost some interest in it.

With faint eyes, she stared at the woman in a white coat who was obviously waiting for her at the bend but was forced out.

"What did you say you didn't want?"

The silent look made Dr. Qingqing, who was accustomed to being high, a little unhappy, staring at the man she had always cared about, and asked.

"Why did you kill her, she once saved you from the coyote. Is this how you treat your savior? ”

"So I took her out of the dungeon alive, and I have repaid the favor."

Then his tone slowly froze.

"And now the revenge she once wanted to frame me in the dungeon has been avenged."

"There is kindness to repay kindness, there is revenge, as for whether this cat lady can still live is your business."

Saying that, the corners of Lu Wu's mouth were almost exaggeratedly curved, and the weird smile and burning gaze were the self-defense of a madman in the eyes of the white-coated woman Dr. Qingqing.

Enduring the severe pain of his right palm being penetrated, Bai Jing's left hand twisted and struggled into the right pocket of the white coat, took out a remote control the size of a car key, and pressed the blue button in the middle fiercely.

"Nonsense!"

With the angry female voice, as the angry red button was pressed, in Lu Wu's dangerous intuition, the red light alarm flashed wildly, and the revenant soul was in the middle of the big explosion, and bursts of finger-thick high-temperature and high-pressure electricity flashed out from the rectangular mechanical meter tied to his right wrist, like dozens or hundreds of crazy writhing blue snakes crawling all over his body in an instant, tearing at the fierce flesh.

Hemp! Nerve center paralysis, loss of muscle control, muscle tremors, myocardial paralysis seems to stop the heart beating, the whole body is numb, the whole body is trembling wooden man.

Before Lu Wu fell into deep darkness, he saw two groups of people with black and white distinct figures flash out of the corner. A group of medical staff in white coats, with all kinds of precision equipment, treated the cat lady who maintained a happy face but was unable to hang down her little head. A group of heavily armed black-armored warriors, carrying advanced black firearms, rushed towards Lu Wu, who was enthusiastically performing an electric dance.

I heard the crisp female voice.

"Get him in my lab!"

……

In the ICU laboratory, the bright lights are so dazzling and warm, but at this time, Miss Shiraki, a biological researcher who is half the owner here, is like falling into a dark ice cave, and the deep cold wind is blowing her body cold, because Dr. Qingqing, the head of the prison, is asking her.

"Is this the case?" With a faint tone and a white cloth wrapped in the palm of her right hand, Miss Shiraki understood that the seriousness of the matter was the opposite of the flatness of her tone.

Nervously wiped the sweat on his forehead again, and looked at Dr. Shangqingqing's big eyes indifferently, and Miss Shiraki, who was also wearing a white coat, plucked up the courage to respond.

"The situation...... There is no room for optimism. ”

In just six words, all of Miss Shiraki's strength was squeezed out, and she was paralyzed weakly on the white floor, closing her eyes in pain, and Shao Yan was afraid to show her expression.

But after a long time, the expected punishment did not come, and the mechanical clock on the wall remindedly and rigidly reminded Miss Shiraki that she was not dreaming. Nervously opening her bright eyes, she saw Dr. Qingqing staring deeply at the cat lady floating in the blue nutrient solution against the glass cover, and her eyes occasionally flashed with complicated gazes.

"Isn't the cervical spine perfectly connected, why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"That's... Because ......"

"Speak smartly."

"Yes! Doctor, Santong is unconscious not because of her body, but because of her will, and she is unwilling to wake up! ”

"Vegetative?" Looking deeply at the cute little face that still maintained happiness, the faint words echoed in the increasingly silent ICU laboratory.

……

Darkness flashed before Mitomi's eyes, and then she found that she had traveled back in time, into an elementary schoolchild.

Well, the school uniform is pretty and the stockings are short.

It's not good, the teacher asked, and the little third pupil who was named quickly pushed away the chair and stood up with a small face on the corner of his skirt.

"Little Santong, what is your dream?"

The female teacher's gentle words soothed Xiao Santong's nervousness, and the immature little hand holding the corner of the skirt slowly loosened, and the tight little face that thought of his own dreams slowly relaxed, and he smiled happily with his bright teeth.

"My dream is to be a little angel who brings joy to everyone!" The childish voice echoed loudly in the big classroom.

"Well, it's a really great dream, Xiao Santong, you are so cute, you will definitely realize your dream."

"Thank you, teacher."

……

The darkness flashed again, the classroom and the teacher were gone, and there was only the sister who was two years older than her and liked to have a black face in front of her. The right cheek of the cute little face is branded with a big red palm, branded with a big spicy pain.

"Sister, why are you hitting me?" The immature little hand covered the painful right cheek, and the little three pupils were so aggrieved that their big eyes rolled out of water pearls.

In response to the poor her, it was her sister's roar and roar.

"Why do you want to look cuter than me!!"

……

"Three pupils come here."

"Yes, Dr. Qingqing." Looking at the strange experiments contained in the hundreds of nutrition jars on both sides of the aisle, the three pupils shook the tail of the snow-white and black-striped cat ears, swallowed nervously, and hurriedly dialed the immature little short legs and ran to Dr. Qingqing.

Fiddling with the snow-white and black-striped cat ears cat tail that sells cuteness in the body, it was a little uncoordinated at first, and the three pupils finally mustered up the courage and asked the doctor.

"Dr. Qingqing, why did you arrest me in the prison as a mascot?"

Picking up the immature white chin of the three pupils, looking at the cute little face with a nervous look, Dr. Qingqing in a white coat smiled innocently.

"Because you're so cute!"

……

Frightened retracted into the arms of the two-tailed big sister, shaking the snow-white and black-striped cat ears, nervously poked out his little head and looked at the hateful villains in the distance, a malicious greedy wolf gaze frightened the three pupils, and quickly buried his little head in the soft and warm big chest of the two tails, and kept asking uneasily.

"What did Mitomi do wrong, and why do they always want to bully me?"

"Santong, it's not your fault that you're cute."

……

Pulling the expressionless Lu Wuyi corner, stepping on the dark floor, walking in the dim and narrow corridor, the sound of clicking echoed, the people in front were walking, and the people behind were running.

"Why do you always do this to me, am I not cute enough?"

Suddenly stood still, and the three pupils who couldn't stop the car hit Lu Wu's broad back. Turning around, Mu Ran's eyes frightened Santong, who had just poked his head out, and said lightly the words that made Santong afraid, but a straight brain circuit couldn't understand it.

"No, it's because you're cute."

……

The person in front of him suddenly disappeared like a phantom, the immature little hands at the corners of the clothes were empty, and the inexplicable change of loss of support made the three pupils who were left alone in the dim long corridor of the dark floor feel uneasy.

There was a sudden click, and a hole opened in the dark wall of the hallway, allowing only one person to pass through. There was a strong sense of affinity that tempted Santong, and then she really stepped into the small hole as black as an abyss with her immature white sock short legs.

Darkness flashed before Mitomi's eyes, and then she found that she had traveled back in time, into an elementary schoolchild.

Well, the school uniform is pretty and the stockings are short.

It's not good, the teacher asked, and the little third pupil who was named quickly pushed away the chair and stood up with a small face on the corner of his skirt.

"Little Santong, what is your dream?"