Just when Singer gradually entered the realm of forgetting things and me, he suddenly felt that the speed of his waste blood was a little faster, and he felt that it was nothing after a careful experience, and continued to enjoy the powerful feeling of fluttering immortals. Although there were only two people in the laboratory, there were not two people staring at the instrument outside, and someone reported to him: "The blood return speed is faster!"

"Hmm. Singh snorted, "Turn down the index of the pressure relief device a little bit." ”

"Yes!"

After a while, the man reported again: "The blood flow is speeding up again!"

Singh was refreshed, and frowned when he heard this, "Speed up the filter." ”

"Yes!"

Within five minutes, the report sounded again: "The filter has been lifted to extreme speed, the arterial blood flow has slowed down, and the venous blood is accelerating!"

Singh finally felt that something was wrong, if he continued like this, wouldn't he be sucked into a human? He got up and looked at the readings of the instrument in front of him and Ye Wushuang, who was motionless, and hesitated and gave an order: "Turn off the pressure relief device." ”

"Report, the pressure relief won't turn off!"

"Can't turn it off?" Singh was a little panicked, he stared at the dead-like Ye Wushuang, "Are you a pig? If you suck so much blood, you won't be able to kill you!" Looking at the two infusion tubes again, the blood in one has stopped flowing, but the venous blood is flowing to Ye Wushuang, this is not scientific, why is there no circulation, at this rate, it won't take long for it to become a cookie!

This is the result of Ye Wushuang's want, others covet his extraordinary ability, and he also covets other people's fusion abilities, who let himself practice the "Great Fusion Technique", this fusion ability has to be asked for regardless of the level, although I don't know how useful it is, but it must be beneficial, even if it is not beneficial, both of them have been put on the shelf, and it is not good if they don't suck, anyway, they can refine at will as much blood as they suck, unlike that stupid guy who has to use so many instruments, as if it is a big deal, can he use such pomp?

Singh was a little depressed, he was not in a hurry at first because Ye Wushuang was tied up very strongly, lying there motionless, he didn't expect him to threaten himself like this, and even so, he took the initiative, the big deal was to pull out the needle, he felt that Ye Wushuang was stupid, he surrendered inexplicably at first, and then he was abused, and now that the experiments have started, he is still trying to resist, and he is not afraid of being cut by the laser, it doesn't matter if he fails an experiment, he still has a chance, although that guy can't be killed, but he must let him suffer a little before the next experiment, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heartThinking of this, he reached out to pull out the needle, but suddenly there was a pain in his head, and he fell to the sky on the bed and fainted!

There was a lot of chaos outside, and everyone didn't know what to do. Singh woke up after only ten seconds of dizziness, endured a severe headache and wanted to pull out the needle, but there was no strength in his body, and the people outside asked, "Mr. Singh, how are you?"

Singh snorted twice and scolded weakly, "You fools!

This can't blame them, as soon as the people outside come in, they will bring in bacteria, which is to stop the test in disguise, no one dares to take this responsibility, and now when they hear his order, someone finally wants to push the door in. "Titica" twice, all the doors of the laboratory were locked, needless to say that Ye Wushuang did it, he practiced qi at the seventh level, and mastered the "true qi transformation" that only monks in the foundation building period would have, it was too easy to drop a lock, no one could pull out the needle, how could the big fat sheep in his hand run away?

At this time, Singh panicked, and he was dizzy for a while, not only the sequelae of the divine consciousness stab, but also because he was almost unable to bear the large amount of blood sucked, and he shouted in fear: "Turn on the laser cutter! Kill him!"

At first, Singh valued Ye Wushuang's ability, and everyone knew it, but now he wants to kill him again, what if you regret it in the future? For a while, no one dared to move this hand, until Singh shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hurry! I'm almost dying!" Only then did someone press the switch of the cutter.

With a "buzz", the cutter was activated, the thin orange light burned on the alloy frame, and a faint white smoke came out, but Ye Wushuang lay there without moving, the people outside were scrambling to open the door, and the two supernatural ones released fireballs and pulled out guns to start attacking the huge bulletproof glass!

Ye Wushuang was also anxious in his heart, he would definitely not be able to stop the laser rays, but now that the matter was not done, he was stepping up to absorb Singh's blood energy, and he only hoped that the alloy materials on his head, neck, and chest would be thicker to buy him a little more time.

Finally, just when the metal collar was about to be burned through, he had finished absorbing Singh, "snorting" twice, the needle on his arm was excited by his true anger, and the sword in his right hand pointed upward, and the cutter on his neck turned slightly to continue cutting the collar. His hands gradually deformed, and he came out of the bracelet like two pythons, and with another finger, the cutter against his head also turned to start cutting the fixed clip next to the helmet.

Soon he removed the collar, waited for a moment to remove the helmet, then unfastened the chest lock, then spread his hands one finger apart, moved the laser rays of the three cutters to one side, sat up and opened the waist lock, and finally the ankle ring. When he dusted off the non-existent dust and walked to Singh's bed, Singh's face was almost green, and his voice trembled and asked, "You, you sucked so much blood from me, how can you be okay?

"That's right!" Ye Wushuang patted his face with a smile, "Me too, and the level is a little higher than you, so I can't sustain myself no matter how much I suck, I really didn't expect to have such a big harvest in this broken place, I really want to thank you, my dear friend, I will always remember your benefits, by the way, what's your name?"

Singh had already been sucked a lot of blood energy by him, and he was already crumbling, but now listening to his ridicule, he couldn't help but feel pain, remorse, sadness, anger, jealousy and other emotions in his heart. Ye Wushuang smiled and waved his hand to the people who were smashing the door, turned around and opened the door on the other side and ran towards the sample room.

Ye Wushuang entered the sample room and picked up Liu Yuting and put it on Zhang Xin's bed, pushed the hospital bed and turned around and ran, and when he went out, a divine sense stabbed the person who was about to raise the gun, and then raised his hand and waved out a cyan knife to scratch a finger-deep knife mark on the ground, and at the same time shouted to the nearest few people who rushed: "Do you have any powers, you just rush blindly?" A few people then remembered that they were just scientific researchers, and they had nothing to do with running around, and they turned around in a gray way at the moment, but blocked the way of the fire ability.

Ye Wushuang ran to the elevator and pressed the button, but when he turned around, he saw that the fire-based ability was standing eight meters away and his hands together to shoot a thigh-thick pillar of fire, the momentum was violent, and it was already scorching before he could reach his body, so he hurriedly pushed the hospital bed out of the way, and at the same time waved his hand to throw out a few wind blades, which were short and small, and the shape was ervacant, and at the same time, the forward route was still arc, and the fire ability dodged left and right in the end, but he still didn't dodge, and he came up with a ruthless blow on his leg, wailing and falling to the ground. The other guy who can throw spears has far worse mental power than Singh, and he has not yet gotten up after being hit by a divine stab.

"Ding", the elevator arrived, Ye Wushuang pushed the hospital bed in, and when the elevator door closed, he smiled mysteriously and threw out two grenades! Ordinary people would never dare to kill, but it was always okay to scare, so the grenade he threw out was real, but he didn't open the pull ring.

Although on the elevator, but his mood is still nervous, if it is himself, he will never take the elevator, this is not no way, before closing the door he has seen someone on the phone, if the elevator is stopped by someone will be miserable! Just thinking about it, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor! This is really a house leak coincided with the overnight rain, a nameless fire in his heart, as soon as the elevator door opened, he kicked his feet!

But I heard a coquettish cry: "Oh, it's me!"