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In the next seven days, the soul pavilion Satai gradually accepted the cruel reality in front of him, although this thing was once gloomy after learning that he was about to be sent to the real yàn platform to become a strange real guinea pig, but he still survived - after surviving it, it was the period of doing real yàn, how could this thing be unlucky.

On the other hand, in order to live his life that is about to end more fully, the school festival has quietly taught some of the precautions of girls to Ania who doesn't care much about anything during these seven days. It became more and more difficult for her to let go of the separation with Ania between them and get along, but she knew that she couldn't do this.

And Ania is also becoming more and more dependent on the "mother" who is getting closer and closer to the image of her mother in her eyes, and sometimes sleeps next to the school jo festival and sneaks out her clothes to put her little head in and bite her breasts, which makes the school jo festival shy and angry for most of the day.

However, she didn't have a stalemate with Ania for too long, and finally forgave the other party. It's a pity that in this way, she was used as a permit by Ania to focus on her pair of full breasts - although she is still a young high school student, the school's parenting is more perfect than many adult women.

What will happen to Ania if I leave? Unconsciously, the school festival seems to be thinking about Aniah's future from the perspective of a "mother", which is really gratifying! Ania would be very happy if she knew, right?

No, she may not be happy, because today is the day when the real yàn begins, and it is also the last time for the end of the seven days.

"Aniah, I, I'll do my best. Although I don't understand what the hell is really yàn. But, but I promise you, I will do everything in my power to hold on. The school priest looked at the reluctant Aniah, his eyes full of determination, "So." So you're going to have to be strong to live too, you know? We'll see you again! ”

"Well, I'll see you soon!"

For the first time, Ania didn't stutter. She looked at her "mother", who had been irreplaceable for seven days, and infinite attachment was brewing in her eyes. But she couldn't resist. What looked like glass wasn't such a simple material, or even glass was that kind of high-grade tempered glass grade thing - even her strength couldn't break through the small obstacle.

So, for the first time, she longed for the power to protect her "mother"!

Strength, what is that? It was something she was afraid of, but she longed for it infinitely. The two little hands grasped the glass surface, and it could be seen that she was very hard, and it also revealed her powerlessness.

"Let go of me, Soulless, you inhuman creatures! Get out of here! ”

The voice of the soul pavilion still sounded so spiritual, but when you looked at his godless black eyes, you knew that he was just mechanically reacting to his fear—the fear of death!

Strange, why not so scared? The love that should have been. But there's nothing? The school priest clutched his chest, feeling a warm power enveloping him.

Different from the real yàn venue of the weird magician in their impression, the two came to a place very close to the modern real yàn room, except that there were no electronic instruments and some convenient tools, there was almost no big difference. Perhaps, this is caused by the common problem of researchers, right?

Lying on the cold platform, the nerve induction from the neck down of the school festival was quickly cut off by the researcher, and unlike anesthesia, this is a spell that completely isolates a person's pain sensation temporarily. She could only turn her eyes, because her head was fixed by the other party and she couldn't move at all.

"It seems that these seven days have been very good, my lovely real yàn body!"

It was the old man who chose the school festival and the soul hall at that time to speak. He sickly stroked the test tube in his hand, which contained an eerie purple liquid.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Girona? Boguya is the initiator and presiding officer of the Seven Huang Project. ”

"Seven. Huang plan? ”

Because of the lack of perception under him, the school festival felt that he felt a little difficult to even speak.

"yes, do the angels of holy war know? That's a long-lived race! Girona saw a puzzled look on her face, "Oh, haven't you heard of it?" It's weird! Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway - so, I'm going to study the mystery of how to get longevity from the angels of jihad, so you're actually giving up for me who will live forever in the future, don't be sad.

If you die, your corpse will be used by me to modify other species, and I will be very careful, ahaha......"

Girona's wrinkled face was contorted with a terrifying expression, filled with the desire for eternal life, the fear of death, and the joy of being real.

No, this is crazy, isn't it? I don't know why, but the school festival can be so sure.

"Of course, I've always been a very generous person. You don't know what an angel of jihad is, do you? Then today I will let you see the strongest Huang among the Holy War Angels, the 'she' who is called the Emperor of Huang. ”

Bright? Angels of Jihad? Is this a race from another world? Are they also treated as real products like us? The school festival deeply mourns the races that those who do not know and do not know, even if it is possible that they are captured as real yàn bodies because of them.

"Papa" Girona clapped her palms, and the real yàn body that fixed the whole body of the school strip sacrifice slowly erected with her whole body, and in the place in front of her, she saw a girl who was so beautiful that even a girl like her felt dazzling.

The girl was naked and naked in a knee-hugging position in a transparent container tank, and the pink length floated in the unknown liquid contained in it, vaguely wrapping around her body. Maybe it's an illusion.,School Strip Festival feels like the girl's closed eyes seem to glance at herself?

"Hey, in fact, this guy is not really brilliant, but the only successful product I copied. There's no way, the real Huang is wrapped in nuclear stone, and I can't handle those things now. Ahh Why did God treat me like this? It's not fair, it's not fair!! Suddenly screaming, Girona clutched his scalp frantically.

And the people around him seemed to be used to this, and no one came to stop his strange behavior.

"Uh-huh, it seems to be rude again!" In the next second, Girona walked to the front of the container tray and looked at the girl in it with fascination, "You know, how beautiful this is, this is the benefit of longevity!" And you and him—"

He turned around and stared at the schoolyard, and saw that she was terrified.

"You will be given that power! Not only will you gain a long lifespan, but you will also gain the mystical power of the Angels of Holy War! If it weren't for the strange aura on your body, I wouldn't have used the precious Emperor's nuclear stone liquid as a reagent! Also, I'm honored to have the blood of that little vampire in the air! Hahaha......"

"You, you're crazy!"

"Am I crazy? No, no, no, how can you say that about me! Besides, you should learn from your own companions, how good it would be to faint like that! ”

Girona didn't care about the pale words of the school festival, for him it was the real thing that mattered.

"By the way, good news for you, if you survive it, you may be able to become a real jihadist angel and vampire complex! Well, maybe it would be a monster in that case, right? I don't think the two species are so compatible! ”

How can different species be perfectly matched! This is very clear even at the school festival, after all, she is a very serious child.

"Why don't you speak? Forget it, it's not interesting for me to say it alone, let's do it! ”

As he spoke, the real platform was put down again, and the school festival could only watch blankly as the cold scalpel-like knife slowly approached his body.

Am I going to die? Just such a strange death? Don't even know where you died? Also, I seem to have forgotten to ask Ania why I don't know the language and can speak here...... Is there a chance next time? No, I, I'll stick to it......

Faintly, a pair of crimson eyes flashed through her mind.