It is no longer a controversial topic, it is no longer a dream of science fiction.

If this qiē is true, then this topic of unethical morality becomes a reality - the existence of zài is reasonable, and even if it is destroyed, it must first look at the replicant in front of it.

What's more, this doesn't seem to be a simple replicant.

Human beings are social, and the same is true as clones. Immoral, it should be banned, and it should even be discovered in time to destroy it completely - but Mordred's problem is more than just copying.

She is a copy of the Cybertron gene, but the owner has the other half of the genes from someone. It is more similar to recombination, and it is neither replication nor reproduction. But it's reproduction, it's reproduction.

Now, this is simply a freak in love, after years of brewing, it has finally reached the moment of eruption.

In fact, even if it's a replicant, it doesn't seem to make much difference in terms of pure * strength. To be honest, this world is really scary - at least the fierce battle between the replicants and the deities...... It only lasted a short while.

If you don't keep the (silence) pass, men won't be able to support it for long, it's an indisputable fact, isn't it, in fact, you can't support it for long. In most cases, it's more important to tease B, doesn't it, since Mordred knocked down the three fists of Cybertron as soon as he came up, and successfully handed over his ...... without the other party even knowing it. One blood.

This indescribable good thing ended when both parties didn't really feel too much.

Tonight, Cybertron was in a lot of pain, and he was knocked unconscious. Mordred hurts even more, anyway, a qiē is over.

As the two major fighting races, the coma time is simply not enough for them to wait until the next morning, otherwise it would be two dried corpses holding each other together, and their lower bodies are still tightly connected, just like dogs and men-

It's a pity that when the blonde boy woke up. The sky was dark, the ground was yellow, and the stars were shining with red dots on his white linen pants.

...... A blood in Mordred.

The moan of "oh ......" was definitely mixed with painful, incredible, incredulous, tangled, indescribable, indescribable feelings, so Cybertron used the only word that could describe the mood at the moment as an intermediary: "it...... I've done a little bit of it...... What?"

The sensation almost sent Cybertron's head pumping, and his brow furrowed in confusion and pain. Of course, the replicant who still maintains the position of riding on him is not very good.

Making fun of suffering is Cybertron's best ability, and it has allowed him to survive incredible suffering time and time again. When your left eye is bleeding from high blood pressure, you have to be glad you have two eyes, don't you?

"Luckily my replicant is a girl, otherwise I would have died...... But wait, why is my replicant a woman! and...... It seems ...... "Cybertron is entangled to death, it's like a beautiful girl who has crossed over from another world, and the beautiful girl happens to be his own mother--you say you are on it, or not? If you do, you will definitely not break the law, this is at most a "self-defeating" behavior of "self-violence", "self-attack", and "self-solution", isn't it? Although it is somewhat contrary to common sense, it does not violate ethics and morality - if you force the other party, you will at most force yourself.

But the reason Cybertron is groaning now is that it's no longer his turn.

"Mordred...... Mordred...... Is this curse real?" Not long ago, he didn't believe in fate, laughed loudly at the so-called curse and fate, and laughed loudly that he could conquer the heavens.

But now Cybertron is surprised to find that he can only obey the sky, even if he does a little thing to change his life, maybe it is within the scope of heaven's will.

At this moment, he shuddered and was entangled-

Is there anything more troublesome than that of my wife who looks exactly like my own, and that is not that I am a brother and sister? Of course there is, and that is that my wife is a beautiful girl, even if she looks the same as herself!

Is there anything more tangled than that his wife is a beautiful girl who looks like himself? Of course there is, that is, his mistress looks the same as himself, and he is still a beautiful girl - even if he looks exactly like himself!

Is there anything more desperate than the above two? Yes! That is, one's mistress is one's own replicant!—no, not even a replicant!

"I ...... Isn't it unworthy to be a human anymore?" Cybertron looked at the beautiful girl with such a sweet and happy smile on her face in her arms, her blonde hair was as smooth as silk, and she was not so confident without Pantene. The corners of the eyebrows and eyes are so wonderful and moving, they are completely in line with the guidelines of any beautiful girl.

Who set up such a bloody plot!--Cybertron can't wait to blow him up!

But this is the real world - when the real world doesn't need a reason, Cybertron wants to cry without tears, and can't die -

"The Greek gods and the Egyptian gods that I despised most -- is this retribution......? Retribution, even if I am a complete ...... Victim?" Cybertron felt like the queen of the country, and cursed the old lady to pk the matter, and the two of you men pk each other. specially let the old lady bear the infamy of eternity.

"Hmm......" Just as Cybertron was entangled, the beautiful girl in his arms had opened her green eyes slightly.

"You...... Wake up?" Cybertron looked up at the sky and sighed, not even having the courage to face the other party.

To be honest, the other party seems to have completely destroyed his inner world.

"Well......" The shy face is heartwarming - it's a pity that I have it myself, and I can see it in the mirror.

This made Cybertron think of a question - he had completely forgotten what he looked like in his previous life. Just a vague notion of knowing that you are from the earth.

"Alas......" let out a long sigh, and Cybertron finally stripped the last layer of inner shell.

He...... There is a painful choice. Even in his tribal days, he proudly believed that he came from Earth, an advanced world that was ahead of the medieval world in ethics, morality, technology, and all aspects. He is really like a sixteen-year-old boy, who feels good about himself and despises the backward ethics and moral concepts of this world, without universal values of fraternity, and without ethics in the strict sense. He even dared to despise the Egyptian and Greek gods as a mortal, and unceremoniously smacked them in the face!

But, what about now?

Now all the bones and barren hills are gone! The last bit of pride in my heart was not eroded by the overwhelming terror, but was consumed by this gentle (in fact, quite violent three fists) night - as fast as real gold falling into the water of king.

"Dad...... Cyber ...... My lord changed three words in a row, and even the first of them didn't make Cybertron pronounce the syllables clearly. Mordred looked at Cybertron with a little fear: "I...... I ......"

"Look what good you've done!" A resentment turned into a nameless rage, and even Cybertron didn't know what it belonged to. What the hell has come -- but there is no way to keep this anger under control -- what about your own replicants? You just hit me!

"Smack!" a resounding slap slap struck Mordred in the face, and Cybertron angrily scolded his replicant, "Why did you do such a thing?—high, you're just ...... Never mind. ”

Looking at the other party's trembling appearance, the kind of joy and anger that has turned over a qiē hole card and completely surrendered his future to Cybertron at the moment.

Cybertron doesn't know what to say anymore.

He's not a very hypocritical person, but he's really not a person.

"Forget it, it's already happened like this, so let's let it happen. I threw away all the purity and beauty possible...... I wish I could pick it up. You...... What the hell is it?" Cybertron sighed, smiling wryly, and slowly picked up the replicant in his arms.

"First, thank you for saving me, second, you are not doing the right thing, and third...... I don't blame you, we'll talk about your life story slowly in the future. Fourth...... Let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later, we ...... That's right. ”

Cybertron put his almost naked counterpart back on, and put his arm around her waist and gently caressed her little head. But he realized a stern question: "Then why did you harm me in the first place? Throw me into this world? -- Not to mention anything else, I don't plan to calculate what our relationship is! Lao Tzu also saw it when he was twelve or thirteen years old -- the question is...... Is there anything you can do for me to go back?"

"Yes!" Mordred happily put his arms around Cybertron's waist in an almost resurrected tone, the two of them looking the same and having ...... personalities There is a bit of a gap, the gender is completely different - the replicant and the deity, just like this, happily hugged together: "I can't let my father leave my mother for so long, can I?"

“...... Mordred, why do you tell me clearly!--what did you just call me?"

"Lord Cyber?" Mordred looked at Cybertron with innocent eyes.

"No, it's not this!" Cybertron was so angry that his mind was messed up right now: "If you call me that again, I'll just kill you and kill myself, just one ......"