In the Institute of Civilization City, all research projects were put on hold, and everyone tried their best to rescue Xiao Hen.
Wen Qingling did not leave. Whether it was blood or blood Kui, he could give it immediately. He believed that his blood would not destroy Xiao Hen, and he also believed in the researchers he personally found.
Since the words didn't make sense, and he couldn't beat him up, let alone watch him die, Wen Qingling could only think of this way to make him stronger and free him from ties, so that he wouldn't be stupid enough to sacrifice himself for a city .
Wen Qingling had a premonition that if Xiao Hen continued to stay in the central giant city, he would die.
The kind that cannot be resurrected.
He will never allow such a thing to happen, all Xiao Hen belongs to him, others have no right to decide, not even himself!
A research assistant came out and reported the situation, "The situation of the commander-in-chief is very bad. Old Zhu, Old Tong, Old Shen and Old Min all think that this is delaying time. Your blood has begun to mutate, and the energy is very strong. Control, at present can only be repaired with blood sunflower as much as possible, and it cannot be stopped, and there is a risk of body explosion immediately."
The research assistant stared at the Lord City Lord eagerly. You said that you can control the mutation direction of your own blood, but you should control one quickly, you will die!
Wen Qingling squeezed the hand hanging by his side, he did not admit that he might play off, "How long can we delay?"
Research assistant: "It's hard to say, we must delay as much as possible."
Wen Qingling turned around and left, "Give me three days."
Research Assistant: "… "
No, don't go! What about controlling the direction of blood variation
Wen Qingling frowned. He had a hunch that he could control the blood, but he just tried it, and it didn't seem to work. He didn't believe that his hunch would be wrong. Since he has this ability, he has never made a mistake, since he can't control it , it is only possible that he is not strong enough to achieve the effect he predicted.
Wen Qingling moved several large boxes of energy crystals back to the city lord's mansion, buried himself in the energy pile, opened his stomach to eat Haisai, and tried to make himself stronger in the shortest time, so as to control the blood and let Xiao Hen survive. .
During the three days of waiting, Xiao Hen went through countless times of body repair, body decay, and a non-stop cycle. Whenever the decay reached a certain level and his body was about to explode, the researcher would repair him with blood sunflower, and the repair was complete. Continue to spoil, then continue to repair...
If it weren't for the fact that he already had zombie blood and was not sensitive enough to pain, Xiao Hen wouldn't last three days at all.
Wen Qingling did what he said, and turned himself into an energy drainer. On the third day, with the city lord's mansion as the center, the gentle energy spread to the surrounding, the core city, the inner city, the middle city, the outer city, the outer city In addition, the affiliated bases of the three counties…
The gentle energy has been spreading outward, and there is an end somewhere.
Where the energy passes, all things revive.
The seeds that were just planted in the farmland have grown and matured rapidly, and they are golden yellow to the eyes.
All the zombies, humans, mutant beasts and corpse beasts with physical damage have all recovered as before, and the chaotic brains of the zombies have become clear, they realize that they are zombies, they do not want to continue to live in such a mess, they want to live decently To be conscious, they want to be… the king of fans.
Although the breath of this king is very weak.
A zombie roar came from the City Lord's Mansion, and all the zombies surrendered.
The torrent of zombies flocking to Yunjing City caused a serious riot. The zombies were spinning around, hesitating and looking around in a daze. The attraction of the north suddenly became less fragrant. The zombies smelled the pure breath of the true king, although it was very weak, but Or a clear signal to the zombie torrent—
The true king appeared, just to the south.
The torrent of zombies, attracted by the domineering aura, began to head south.
The torrent of zombies attracted by the rulers of the north continued northward.
The torrent of zombies was divided into two groups, heading in two opposite directions.
Looking down from the sky, the scene is very spectacular. The dense zombies gather towards the two cities, one south and one north, forming two huge and empty black "eyes" on the land of China.
In the research room, all the busy researchers and research assistants were attracted by the sudden appearance. Surrendering to the king was an instinct engraved on the genes of every zombie.
On the research bed, the bloody people do not need the repair of the blood sunflower, and they will recover to adults on their own.
The blood bag in the research assistant's hand fell to the ground, "Is Wang here? Why do I feel that Wang's breath is so close to me?"
The colleague on the side nodded sharply, "I feel it too."
Zhu Lao's eyes showed deep thought, "No, this breath is a little different, and it's completely different from the previous feeling..."
Old Zhu suddenly paused and turned sharply to look at the research bed.
The blood on the bed was gone. A man was sitting on the research bed, wiping the blood off his body in a hurry. His eyebrows were cold, his expression was emotionless, and he was as cold as a real zombie without emotions.
Old Zhu's eyes widened and his lips trembled, "King Ya..."
Even Zhu Lao himself did not know how the word appeared in his mind.
He can clearly distinguish that the current breath is fundamentally different from the previous breath. The previous king's breath was very pure, and it was the true king who was born and raised.
The one in front of him also has the breath of a king, but compared to the purity of the real king, his breath has something else...
Zhu Lao can't tell, maybe this is the difference between natural and artificial, right
In short, this difference, all zombies can tell at a glance, this is not the "true king", but the "sub-king".
But it is undeniable that they are all equally terrifying.
Needles were dropped in the research room. Everyone instinctively gave in, and looked at the indifferent man wearing only a pair of big pants. The man's body was very attractive, his muscles were well-proportioned and smooth, full of explosive power, and the big pants were stained. Full of blood, the man seemed to be very disgusted, and without looking at anyone present, he disappeared into the research room.
All researchers and research assistants can breathe normally, and they are about to be crushed to death by the breath of "Asian King".
It's so terrifying, they actually rescued a "Asian King"!
All civilized zombies just want to hold their faces and scream at this moment!
In the center of Yunjing City, in the middle of the spacious road, there is a very huge pool.
The pool is naturally formed, and a black viscous liquid is surging in it. In the center of the pool, there is a man sitting. The man has black hair, black eyes and a black trench coat. His complexion is pale. A small black snake wriggled and plunged into the man's flesh.
On the periphery of the pool, evolutionary bodies came and went in a hurry. Every time they came, they had to throw the energy crystals in their hands into the black pool. The viscous liquid quickly melted the energy crystals, and then transmitted the melted energy to the man in the center of the pool.
Sitting beside the pool was a big dark guy, the "general" Wen Qingling was thinking about to beat him. The big guy stared at the man in the center of the pool without blinking.
Like the "General", obediently guarding the edge of the pool, there is also a huge, weird-looking giant zombie. The zombie's body is fused with a metal turret. meeting.
It's been here, I don't know how long.
It is the "turret" that disappeared after leaving the mausoleum city, and also very obediently guarding the edge of the pool, waiting for its king to come out of the pool.
Different from "General" and "Turret", it is a little baby who is only seven or eight months old. The little baby is lying on the edge of the pool with tentacles on his head, and with the only arm left, he laboriously grabs the fish in the pool. The viscous liquid, it wants to taste what the viscous liquid is, it can feel the powerful energy fluctuations in the pool, it wants to eat, it is too hungry.
The pale man who was motionless suddenly opened his eyes, with black pupils like an endless abyss.
The originally restrained breath suddenly surged up, and he screamed in the sky and let out an angry roar.
All zombies, bow down and surrender.
Wen Qingling stretched and walked out of the city master's mansion.
There was darkness outside the city lord's mansion, and all the civilized zombies and new humans were cheering and celebrating the birth of the king.
Each of them smiles brightly, their expressions are no longer stiff, and their feelings are no longer missing. If it weren't for genetic constraints, they would be living people now.
Of course, no one who sees them will doubt the fact that they are human.
The truth is, they have become what they want to be.
Wen Qingling fulfilled each of them and let them grow freely in the direction they want.
It may be because everyone was human once, Wen Qingling released the restriction and allowed them to grow and mutate freely, and almost everyone turned into a human appearance.
Everything human beings have can be found in them.
Good, bad, that's the unique nature of human beings.
Wen Qingling looked around, but couldn't find the figure, so she couldn't help but let out a "tsk", thinking that she shouldn't be so stingy, right? I'm angry at such a little thing, and I don't come to celebrate the birth of the new king... Of course, he is not a real king, but he has the potential to become a real king.
When there is enough energy base, the throne of the true king will open its doors for him.
The kind of through train, he does not need to break through the wall, he is the selected "true king".
And the "Asian King" who evolved with him is throwing a temper at the moment, and I don't know which corner to hide to get sullen.
Wen Qingling's mental power swept away and found the trace of "Ya Wang".
Xiao Hen, the newly-born "Asian King", was sitting on the edge of the outer city wall, his back was lonely and indifferent, his finger swiped lightly in the air, and a huge space blade flew out, severing a wildly growing weed, his finger Another stroke, another weed dump.
The new "King Ya" is in a very bad mood at the moment, and is acting as a lawn mower, scourges these weeds that grow wildly because of Wen Qingling's wood-type power.
The author has something to say: Xiao Hen: Baby's heart is bitter.
Wen Laoda: Be good, you will become sweeter.
I'll give it to you short gentleman. If you don't have enough time, let's go to Jiangzi first. I'll write more when I have time.