In this world, there are always feelings that people cannot record in pure words and words. 35xs

Like the red horizon at sunset, or the pale yellow leaves that fall to your toes in the alleys in the afternoon.

Occasional, but slightly abrupt beauty.

This is the posture of 'Him' at this time.

Mysterious.

Fantasy.

But it's incredibly natural.

It was as if it had existed in this land for countless years, but they had just discovered it.

However, this sense of impact is obviously not intense, but it can use that bland charm and dreamlike mirage to attract everyone's eyes firmly to 'Him'.

All He did was open his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he moved his hands and feet, and twisted his neck as if he was a little uncomfortable.

The neck that was twisted by Han Baiyi just now, but at this time, it has already recovered, and there is no trace of misery between the movements.

It's just that the movements are a little stiff.

It's not the stiffness caused by the pain left in the neck, but the stiffness of the overall movement, the action is sluggish and slow, as if adjusting the video to 05 times the speed, which obviously looks very normal, but when it is reflected in him, it looks inexplicably a little weird.

It was as if he was using this body for the first time.

As he slowly adjusted, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist slightly, and watched his movements with his eyes that had turned pure gold.

In those pure and clear eyes, there seems to be an emotion called 'curiosity'.

After a brief period of acclimatization, he sat up from the cold metal bench.

It's just that because his movements are too slow, the process of 'sitting up' is as if his entire body is 'floating' under the push and pull of some force.

The striped techniques that covered the body still shimmered with a faint and gentle light. Flash Dance

The golden eyes looked bright and dazzling against the gentle light.

It's just a bit hollow.

Slowly, He finally stabilized his standing position.

The feet are volleyed into the air, not very high, the toes are only twenty or thirty centimeters from the ground, the posture is straight, the arms are outstretched, and the original short black hair is also fluttering leisurely under the traction of this invisible force.

He was already the center of attention just by standing there.

It's not because of strength, it's not about spells, it's a concept that's a level higher than these.

Exist.

Everyone present, whether it was a low-level researcher or a higher level of research institute management, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The brain went blank.

Except for a few people whose strength and will were on the line at the same time, such as Hemer, White-faced Owl, and Skaty, the rest of them all looked at him with almost dull eyes.

He also deserves all the attention.

Stand high in the sky.

His chin was slightly raised, but his gaze remained level, his gaze sweeping over everyone's heads, his eyes still empty.

Ignoring everything, there should be no one worthy of his stay.

The movement stiffened slightly, and he opened his mouth, but there was not the slightest sound.

The entire experimental area was so quiet.

Standing in front of the main control table of the experimental operation, the white-faced owl covered her temples tightly with her hands, and her small face, which was often sleepy, was extremely awake at this time—her eyes widened, her brow furrowed, and her slightly solemn expression made her look as if she was enduring some pain.

Several times he opened his mouth, he did not regain the ability to speak, and seemed to be a little impatient, so he used that invisible power to speak in place of his body.

In the blink of an eye, a crisp and heavy mixture of male and female voices sounded in the experimental area, and even the sequence of vocalizations and words was invisibly blurred throughout the ears.

It's not a Chinese language, but it can be understood instantly.

After the first voice sounded, the expressions of those who were watching him seemed to change slightly, as if to indicate that they understood the meaning of the sentence.

But if you look closely, you can see that many of them have bruised muscles in their heads.

The voice continued, but it was clear that the second sentence sounded from around him, and several of the slightly thin-looking researchers immediately fainted and fell to the ground with a thud.

Even if the rest of the researchers were physically strong enough, they couldn't help but clutch their heads and fall to their knees in pain, screaming uncontrollably.

Even high-level medical professionals like Hemmer and the White-faced Owl couldn't help but shake their bodies and almost collapsed.

The will of the white-faced owl was relatively weak, and two dark red sticky plasma slid directly out of its nostrils, and its eyes were unconsciously black.

Among all the people present, only Scati and Han Baiyi looked like they were all right.

The dependents were still stuck in mid-air at thirty centimeters, their golden eyes looking at everything.

The light around him was still shining, but the voice that was originally like Hong Zhong Da Lu suddenly stopped.

Han Baiyi let out a long breath.

I have to say that if you want to connect this one by one, and completely memorize the technique that can transform people into almost gods, even Han Baiyi, who has been strengthened by tens of thousands of spiritual points, is extremely difficult to do.

And the biggest difficulty in this matter is not memory, but in the process of remembering, using a strong will to resist the curiosity and desire that tempts him to try it immediately.

Curiosity about the unknown.

The thirst for strength.

Even Han Baiyi, after completing this brain surgery recording process, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of relief.

It's tiring.

If Hemmer knew what Han Baiyi was thinking now, maybe the three views of materialist science that had been established for a long time would collapse.

Intracerebral Surgical Recording?

Guess what those supercomputers are used for in the lab?

When Han Baiyi raised his head again to look at the dependents floating in the air, his eyes turned pure white again.

In the field of vision, the soft lines that cling to the body of the dependents are embodied in the precision technique of the intersection of countless geometric images and complex three-dimensional models, and the whole technique is upgraded from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and the difficulty of combining the techniques increases exponentially.

This is the seventh technique that Han Baiyi has just recorded.

However, what is different from before is that even though the supply of spiritual energy is still maintained now, the technique of the body of the dependant no longer continues to expand and change.

Obviously, the existence of this self-proclaimed dependant also has its limits.

And the limit is not very high.

However, the achievement of the 'dependent' shows that Han Baiyi's line is correct.

Spirits, source stones, gods.

There must be some kind of connection between these three that has something to do with the secrets of this world.

What makes Han Baiyi a little strange is that this production method is too simple?

Although the process of extracting spiritual energy from the source stone and completing the experiment in the human body was the first time in the Terra world, it was actually not something that was too difficult to do - it was just that because of various conditions and financial constraints, no one would squander the source stone as willfully as Han Baiyi.

While thinking, Han Baiyi took two steps forward, reached out and grabbed the collar of the dependent, and pulled it down like a kite.

"Wake up, it's time."

The dependents were still in the same posture of ignoring the Heavenly Spirit Gai, completely ignoring Han Baiyi's movements, and his posture remained motionless.

Scati looked behind him at the floating man, and Sanwu's little face showed a rare hint of worry.

She seemed to know something.

Hemer, who barely stayed awake, also stood up straight on the table, and shouted weakly to stop Han Baiyi:

"Mr. White"

Bang.

As soon as the words fell, Han Baiyi grabbed one of the arms of the dependent, and smashed him into the ground with a bang.

The ground in the testing area suddenly sunken into a circular crater nearly two meters in diameter.

The dependant seemed to be stunned for a moment, but his expression did not change at all, his golden pupils were still dilated, but his body remained strangely floating, as if it was wrapped in a capsule of a sphere, and all the surrounding substances remained mutually repellent.

Han Baiyi looked at the wrist that was holding his arm, and found that he had to hold it very hard to keep the 'grasping' action.

However, although Han Baiyi is a house, he has always been a thorn in the group who is unwilling to succumb to authority.

As soon as the strength of not admitting defeat came, the spirit immediately wrapped around the arm, and the grip suddenly tightened, and the fingers sank deep into the muscles of the patient's arm.

But the dependents were still expressionless.

It was as if the body was not his, and not even the slightest expression of pain was revealed.

It's just a silent muttering of something.

With a silent murmur, the slender body of the dependent, covered with soft light techniques, curled up in mid-air like a baby.

The golden pupils constricted.

The light of the streaks around the body suddenly bloomed like the sun exploding.