"Your physical condition"
An Qingyu squinted at Uncle Kyosuke, a flash of grayness flashed in his eyes, and he instantly analyzed his body.
"The sequelae of the previous battle." Uncle Kyousuke smiled bitterly.
"Why is it so serious?" An Qingyu frowned more and more, "Six kinds of terminal diseases and fourteen kinds of viruses have made your body extremely sick."
"Can you be cured?"
"I am a scientist, not a magic doctor." An Qingyu shook his head, "The virus in your body has far exceeded the range that modern science can deal with. If you let me dissect you, and then try to inject you with some special If you become an experimental subject using reagents or mutated genomes, you may have a chance to survive, but this probability is unlikely, and you may directly turn into a monster.
After all, I have never conducted human experiments on anyone except myself. To be honest, it is difficult for you to survive my experiments with your current physical fitness. "
An Qingyu told the truth.
From the time he obtained the only correct answer until now, the most experimental subjects have been rats, followed by himself.
After repeated analysis and experiments, it was found that his body no longer belongs to the category of "human", and it has two super life-saving abilities: super-speed regeneration and clones. Even if he fails to transform himself and dies, he still has a chance to come back. .
How to use these special powers to transform normal people's bodies was a blind spot in his knowledge.
Of course, as long as he is given enough time to research, he can also find a way to transform Uncle Kyousuke's body and extend his life. But Uncle Kyousuke's time is running out.
Science is not achieved overnight.
"I understand." Uncle Kyousuke nodded calmly, and then turned his attention to the disease on the battlefield, "Anyway, I want him to make that potion first, please give me some time."
"Okay." An Qingyu nodded, "But first, we have to subdue him."
"give it to me."
Uncle Kyosuke stepped forward and walked slowly towards the fog of the epidemic.
An Qingyu opened his mouth, wanting to remind him that he couldn't go in, but finally closed his mouth.
With Uncle Kyousuke's current physical condition, it no longer matters whether he enters that fog or not. Since this is his long-cherished wish, An Qingyu cannot stand in the way.
What's more, the addition of Uncle Kyousuke can resolve this battle faster.
Ding!
Uncle Kyousuke stepped into the fog of the epidemic, and the blinding eyes on his waist came out of their sheaths.
At the same time, Bianbai, who was fighting fiercely with Jialan in the fog of the disease, heard this soft sound, and his eyes blurred. Everything around him fell into darkness, and Jialan's figure instantly faded out of his sight.
Ode!
Severe pain came from the side of his body, and when he was completely unable to see his surroundings, the destructive light beam of Tianque's spear instantly tore one of his arms apart.
Severe pain surged into Illness's heart.
"Miscellaneous Eyes?! Yuri Kurotetsu! Are you nearby?!" This was not the first time that Yiquan felt the hallucination brought about by Mimic Eyes. After he was injured and in pain, he reacted instantly, raised his head and shouted to the surroundings.
Uncle Kyosuke held the golden sword, his figure submerged in the mist, his eyes looked at him calmly, without saying a word.
boom! !
Jialan saw that the disease had lost its resistance and its combat power had plummeted. Knowing that the opportunity had come, he put away his gun and punched the man's jaw hard. The immortal fist collided with the metal skeleton, making a harsh buzz and knocking him away. The whole person flew towards the sky!
The disease flew about ten meters in the air and landed heavily on the ground.
At this time, the illusion that shrouded the disease had not dissipated.
The weakness of Mi Tong is that it is a non-combat sword. Once the sword owner has the slightest intention to kill, the target will directly break away from the illusion state and return to normal. However, after the current illness is beaten, he is still in the illusion state.
This is because Uncle Kyosuke does not have murderous intent in his body.
It was Jialan who wanted to kill him.
There was a muffled sound, and Sickness was kicked away by Jialan again, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
In this state, Jialan can even stab the patient with a spear, directly piercing through the head of the patient. However, An Qingyu has already told her that before Uncle Kyousuke speaks, he must save the patient's life, so now he only uses close combat. Means, crazily weakening the combat effectiveness of the disease.
"Hahaha"
Illness was punched by Jialan several times in a row, and he laughed as if he thought of something, "I know! Yuri Heizhe! I know what you want to do!"
Your son has been away from my medicine for so long, he must be dying, right? Let me guess, has he fallen into a coma now, and is all his body functions weakening crazily
Is he going to die
So you are here, you want to get the gamma reagent from me that can save Yuri Takibai and extend your son's life! "
boom! !
Jialan punched the sick man in the face again, knocking him away. His body was embedded in a wall behind him, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Uncle Kyousuke held Mi Tong's hand unconsciously and hard, and his knuckles began to turn white. He stared at the disease, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
He is trying hard to control his murderous intention!
Bianban is very aware of Mi Tong's weakness. He is deliberately using words to anger Uncle Kyousuke, thus making him have murderous intentions. Only in this way can he get over from this extremely passive situation!
"It's useless if you don't speak! I know you're here!"
In the gap in the wall, Illness raised his head with difficulty. The metal skeleton of his chin had been somewhat deformed by Jialan, but he was still smiling, "Yuuri Heizhe, let me tell you, even if I die here today, It’s also impossible to make gamma potion for you!
Yuuri Takibai is the ultimate weapon we cultivated with our own hands! If our oracle fails, he will never want to live alone!
There is no way your Yuri family will end well. "
Click!
The veins in Uncle Kyousuke's hand that held Mi Tong were bulging out. His other hand was tightly clenched into a fist and was already buzzing.
Streams of blood spilled from the corners of Uncle Kyousuke's mouth.
His teeth had been bitten to pieces, but he still swallowed it into his stomach forcefully. He stared at the sickly smiling face, the anger in his eyes burning.
He suddenly raised the golden sword in his hand
Stung into his own shoulder!
Gurgling blood flowed along the blade of the golden sword and dripped to the ground. Under the severe pain, Uncle Kyosuke managed to stay rational from his anger, controlled his breathing, and suppressed the rising murderous intention in his heart!
He held back.
Uncle Kyousuke slowly closed his eyes and pulled out the blinding pupils from his shoulders bit by bit.