One Man’s Power

go back now?

Go to war with them?

It's only been a few days, Tang Hong felt that it was too fast, but he felt that Jiang Lulu's body was getting weaker and weaker.

At first glance,

Jiang Lulu stood at the end of the corridor of the space station, her blond hair was a bit messy, fluttering like duckweed, like a dying person who was dying.

"Let's go back."

Seeing that Tang Hong remained silent, Jiang Lulu repeated, she had no strength to speak, she spoke softly, her little life was like a weak candle flickering in the wind: "I don't have much time, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer. "

Tang Hong observed Jiang Lulu.

The mimic trauma on her body was much more severe.

If this continues, if she can't hold on, humans will lose the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack on their own initiative.

until now.

Only "mimetic appearance" makes all the gods in the world converge desperately-mimicry refers to the adaptation phenomenon in which some creatures imitate another kind of creature or other objects in the environment in terms of appearance, behavior and other characteristics to gain benefits.

"Mimicry."

Tang Hong couldn't help frowning.

Throughout nature, this situation is common.

Inchworms are like tree branches, and swallowtail larvae are like bird droppings to deceive enemies and protect themselves, which can be described as the evolutionary product of natural selection.

As for Jiang Lulu's imitation of the divine body with the human body, it seems that it does not belong to the above category. After all, the gap between the human body and the divine body is too great, and it is almost impossible to imitate. mimicry.

but……

If there is no [Green Clothes] reminder...

What is mimicry and what will happen after it happens, no one knows at all.

Even, at that time, Tang Hong and Jiang Lulu didn't notice anything unusual—Jiang Lulu only felt a pain in her chest and her heartbeat became irregular.

opposite side.

Jiang Lulu drooped her head, her eyes were blank, and she was ready to die: "Thanks to Dr. Sang for reminding, otherwise it will be over."

Fortunately, Dr. Sang found out and warned her, otherwise she would become the divine incarnation of a great god in a different space after the mimicry.

"..."

Tang Hong didn't say a word.

Everyone completely forgot [Green Clothes].

He understands that the Supreme Human Sovereign changed the past and erased the traces of the green-clothed natural fairy, and then it was logical that Dr. Sang became the contributor to the mimicry incident. Although it is doubtful why the man-made god plan can trigger the mimicry, it is difficult to cover up this great contribution .

As for whether it counts as grabbing credit or contributing?

That depends on whether Dr. Sang is an insider!

"He must know."

Tang Hong said with a pun: "Since he knows the serious consequences of mimicry, he must also know how to heal the trauma of mimicry."

Jiang Lulu said with a wrinkled face, "Dr. Sang has already said that mimicry injuries cannot be cured. Unless the current medical technology improves a little bit, the human body is made into a specimen, which is similar to a vegetative state."

Although it is said that it is better to live than to die.

But then what's the point of being alive, Jiang Lulu has already given up: "This is fine, I don't want to bother anymore."

"Are you giving up on yourself?"

Tang Hong was a little angry at his indisputableness and mourned his misfortune.

He has seen Chicken Soup for the Soul, which says that even if the whole world abandons anyone, only he cannot abandon himself, but he ignores what the person has encountered and what he has experienced in detail—if it wasn't for the extreme despair, he couldn't grasp a moment. With the straw of hope still alive, how could she give up lightly as a transcendent.

"you……"

Tang Hong was silent for a while.

At this moment, he saw Jiang Lulu's legs go limp, she seemed to have lost support, she seemed to have no strength, and if she was on the ground, she would definitely fall to the side or fall forward.

This is a space station, no gravity! Seeing Jiang Lulu floating to the side, Tang Hong hurried over to help her up.

"My God!

Jiang Lulu covered her face with her little hand, and through the gap between her fingers, pale golden eyes shone with embarrassment.

So embarrassing.

It is understandable to say that someone needs someone to help you when you are walking, but you also need someone to help you when you are floating?

She glanced at Tang Hong through her fingers, and felt that she had become an old lady who touched porcelain in outer space. She couldn't help being stubborn and broke away from Tang Hong: "Don't worry about me! Anyway, I can't fall. If there is no gravity, I will fall." Without inertia, there is no possibility of falling to death.”

"How do you feel now?" Tang Hong touched her forehead, which was not hot, but rather cold.

"Stop asking."

Jiang Lulu immediately burst into flames, pursed her lips, and her vivid eyes were ready to cry: "I'm so miserable, I was sick and vomited all afternoon yesterday, and then I couldn't taste the food anymore."

Sweet,

sour,

spicy,

Salty,

Even the unique taste of the compressed food in the Tiangong-4 space station cannot be tasted, probably because the tongue cells have mutated and dissociated... The most serious cases often start from the most inconspicuous details, which seem normal on the surface, and accumulate to a critical point The explosive collapse of the explosion took people's lives at once.

She wasn't panicked at all.

She looked sad, and complained in a low voice: "White truffle, geoduck, lobster and melon caviar, and the porridge made by my mother, I will not be able to eat it in the future."

“Milk tea egg tart popcorn!”

“Fries Coke Chocolate!”

“Grilled Fish Hot Pot with Potato Noodles!”

“Eight Treasure Duck with Crispy Bean Skin!”

"The last thing I want to pay homage to is my lost love, those cute little bunnies...!"

She was a little incoherent, holding her head, muttering a lot to herself.

It seemed as if the whole world was far away from her and completely abandoned her—eating was the top priority, involving the source of happiness in life.

The other side.

Tang Hong choked, and was stunned for a long time. The message from the ground appeared in his mind-gene collapse, which has no precedent. It is recommended to refer to the post-radiation symptoms.

In midsummer, during the battle of catastrophe, if you want to enter the high temperature area after the nuclear explosion, you must understand the relevant information in detail.

At this stage, there is no way to treat the human body from excessive nuclear radiation.

The first stage is that the cells cannot proliferate, and the chromosomes are damaged, which leads to redness and swelling of the whole body, and burns on the body surface. The initial small wounds will become bigger and bigger.

The second stage is that the hair cannot regenerate, the skin barrier fails, and the body fluid and blood will leak out... However, the bleeding and skin peeling are just the beginning, and the subsequent ulcerated lesions are even more painful, Tang Hong dare not imagine.

Although he has practiced the first level of the "Atomic Breathing Technique", he still has a sense of awe in the face of nuclear energy.

Suddenly.

A short white hand came into his eyes.

It was Jiang Lulu who waved her hand and swayed back and forth in front of Tang Hong's eyes: "Tang Hong, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking..." Tang Hong thought for a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he seemed to swallow: "What you said makes people drool."

Jiang Lulu was very proud, she raised her chin: "There are so many more."

"Then you continue talking, I'll listen." Tang Hongwen said.

immediately.

Her eyes lit up.

In the quiet, narrow, and small passageway of the space station, clear and clear voices echoed. A young girl was leaning against the bulkhead, cracking her fingers, with a bright smile on her face, and the harsh and cold outer space seemed to have added a touch of color.

She seems to be recalling and telling the best times.

Another young man sat cross-legged in the air, leaning on his chin earnestly, showing a dumbfounded expression from time to time.

at the same time.

Outside the porthole, the starry sky is vast, and the blue earth presents a spectacular scene. Time slips through the fingers, and this moment has a temperature.

...

"Are the apples produced with Fiji water all the way delicious? The cost is so high, and the red Fuji is delicious?"

...

"The best caviar is in China!? And the shell spoon made in china (⊙.⊙)"

...

"How does a kilogram of 5,000 Chinese currency la bonnotte potatoes taste, and will they become stronger after eating them?"

...

a long time.

The two communicated face to face.

Tang Hong felt even more emotional. He didn't know what to say. Most of what Jiang Lulu saw and heard was out of his normal reach.

"It turns out that this is the life of the rich."

"It's my ignorance."

Tang Hong spread his hands to express his surrender. He and Jiang Lulu are not from the same world at all.

In fact, many extraordinary people are like this.

The difference in background is too great—even if the class barrier has been surpassed at the moment of becoming a superhuman, but the experience from childhood to adulthood is a mark, and it is impossible to change after becoming superhuman.

Jiang Lulu knew about this, so she always regarded Tang Hong as her best friend: "I'm still single, and I regret it a bit."

Tang Hong shook his head: "It's too late to regret."

Mimic trauma is not an incurable disease, but it is more terrifying than an incurable disease.

The man-made god imitated the body of a god, and borrowed a sliver of power from the great god of a different space—there was as much risk as there was profit. Just now, he frequently mobilized the holy will, and he couldn't reverse the signs of gradual collapse in her body.

In recent days,

belongs to the convalescence period,

The leave period is over now.

Tang Hong pondered and said: "When we go back, I guarantee that all the things you said will be placed in front of you."

Jiang Lulu snorted: "I'm not in the mood! I have no appetite!"

"There must be."

Tang Hong rubbed the hair on his forehead. He alone was not strong enough, and together with the will of several saints, he believed that she could temporarily recover her sense of taste.

——

arctic region.

Temporary research base.

The middle-aged man who came here to inquire about Dr. Sang after receiving a request from his superiors had gone back, and was replaced by Mo Xiusheng, the top advisor of the Yellow River Organization, who was once a "fanatic fan" of Chen Jiawei, the first genius.

Boom!

Mo Xiusheng knocked on the metal table, and the deep voice came out, adding a trace of willpower.

"The surname is Sang."

He said slowly: "It is rumored that you have the ability to predict the future, please explain."

opposite side.

Dr. Sang was sitting upright: "How do you want me to explain something that is completely impossible to prove."

Mo Xiusheng: "That's your business, you have to find a way to solve it yourself." He would not avenge his personal revenge publicly, nor would he be too polite. He tapped his fingertips on the table, which happened to coincide with his heartbeat, exerting pressure intentionally.

He is a peak consultant, a pioneering transcendent with the ability to manifest willpower and fly into the air, and he will become a saint if he goes one step further!

Boom, boom, boom.

Hearing the sound of knocking, Dr. Sang sweated a little on his forehead: "You know, I once cooperated with the first day, and it may be the result of the research at that time."

You know, Dr. Sang can't figure it out without opening the sky file.

He forgot all the information about the ultimate plan of "The Observer of Parallel Time and Space", not to mention the worsening headache, he frowned and told Mo Xiusheng not to knock on the table again.

Snapped!

Mo Xiusheng slapped it violently, and the square metal table fell apart in an instant: "I don't want to hear speculative words like 'maybe' and 'maybe'!"

Right now.

Someone knocks and walks in.

It was a white man in military uniform, and he whispered a few words in Dr. Sang's ear: "A message from the Tiangong-4 space station, those two are about to return, the sages are looking for you."