MTL - What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub-Chapter 125 They are coming

He Ruge stunned after hearing it. He reached out and touched the empty pocket, and there was still a lingering temperature in his pocket.

This incident is really tricky. My parents have taken care of the hamster pups as a biological child for a year. According to Fu Xi, the hamster pups are very popular with their parents.

There are many possibilities for letting you go home. Your parents may double their grievances for compensation, and they may even anger their hamster pups, which will hurt the hamster pups. If the hamster pups hate it, will they hurt in the future?

Or the embarrassing parents have more affection for the hamster pups...

Another possibility is that your parents will treat their hamsters as if they are their own, and they will love you. But no matter what the possibility, there is no perfect ending.

After waiting for the truth and the hamster pups to know the truth, they couldn’t be ruthless in their hearts.

"Mr. Rich, do you know the parents of the hamster pups?" He Ruge asked.

Fu Xi shook his head. He was able to find out the embarrassing parents, and because the number of people in the treasure hunt was small, basically all the information on the treasure hunt was collected into the gene pool. The number of hamsters is very large, and a large number of black households are not collected in the gene pool.

"What is Mr. Nafu's preparation to do? After picking up the shackles, will you let 吱吱 and his parents recognize it?" Anyway, He Ruyi thinks that he has the right to return to his parents.

But he doesn't know how to get back to that home. He is very courageous and not good at getting along with others. His interstellar lingua franca is very bad. If he is bullied, he may not be anything but crying. do.

"Yes, but not now. I want to find a suitable time to make you better. At least you have to wait until you can express your wishes clearly." Fuxi was silent for a while, he looked at He Ruge. "He is very talented. This amazing talent is very rare. His talent is amazing. His life is pity. There are many people who want to care for him and take care of him."

"Families with better conditions than their biological parents, families without cubs, can provide all the families that love."

“There are infertile couples in the treasure hunt, who are full of expectation for the young, and many unmarried people who meet the conditions of adoption.”

"This is why I didn't tell my parents the first time. I have the right to go back to my biological parents, and I have the right to refuse to go back. I hope to be able to master the basic interstellar language and be able to walk from the shadows of the past. After coming out, tell his parents and tell other adoptive families to compete."

"The choice is in the hands of you." Fu Xi smiled. "In fact, you can choose me or you."

He Ruge put his hand in the pocket he had been stunned, and heard the words of Fu Xi’s lips curled up. “This is a good idea.” He respects the choice of 吱吱.

Fu Xi and Jin Wangcai left the room on the top floor and went to the second floor to attend their private wealth gathering.

The second floor was arranged and covered with gold silk carpets. There were five chairs by the long round table. Wu Chengdeng’s melon seeds had accumulated into hills. He was bored and licking the seeds, apparently with Mao’s words. Not speculative.

Mao Zhengqi is a very old-fashioned person, speaking one-on-one, and the topic of interest is always medical research. When the day before yesterday and Wu Chengdeng met and greeted each other, the three words did not leave the good and evil instrument. Today, it is always in a daze, and even the scene has not said a few words.

After seeing the late Fuxi and Jinwangcai, Wu Chengdeng ate the melon seeds and warmly welcomed them: "You have finally arrived, Hang Shizhen is still in prison, we want everyone to do this time. Have you made some money to get him out?"

Jin Wangcai solemnly said: "The Star Wars is over. I am not going to buy arms from him at the moment." The subtext is to throw the Hangshi to run out.

"Hahaha old gold, don't think about the arms, it is always good to know a few hawks. If Hang Shizhen is here today, we can go to the military to see the rehearsal of the military parade in the afternoon. It is said that this eagle The sentees replaced all the ceremonial soldiers with the veterans of the Star Wars. These veterans were not trained, and the heights were uneven. They were in a hurry for two or three days of emergency training, and their movements were not neat." Wu Chengdeng’s face was exposed. A playful look, "I have a good show tomorrow."

“Why don’t you use ceremonial soldiers?” The ceremonial soldiers who can participate in the military parade are all selected through layers of training for at least three years.

"Who knows? What kind of veteran honor is necessary?" The discussion of the members from Mao Zhengqi's left ear, right ear, he was sitting at the round table with great thoughts, and he always thought about the malicious 100 caught yesterday. Broken arm man.

After catching the broken arm man, he immediately sent him to the underground prison of Xiangzhong. The prison of the underground is also the laboratory of Mao Zhengqi. Every time he picks up a person from the underground prison. As a new experimental body.

Although the previous experimental body has not been "used", but the new experimental body is too attractive to Mao Zhengqi. He used the shortest time to drain the residual value of the previous experimental body, ending the other's life, and then can't wait The new experimental body was placed in front of his laboratory.

If it is not for the meeting, Mao Zhengqi should now use the rare experimental body in the laboratory.

Why can the negative emotions of that experiment reach 100? In the middle of the investigation, the criminal record of the other party was checked. The man named Xuanwulian had not violated the law except for entering the underground gladiator some time ago.

...and so on, the underground gladiatorial field?

Mao Zhengqi’s right eyelid jumped, and the spirit of the sleeping monster in the sea was stimulated by the word. The old drug-seeking mouse sat down at the round table. The turbid eyes didn't know when they lost their focal length. The wrinkled face seemed to be in the dark. No one noticed that the shadow of Mao Zhengqi on the gold silk carpet is gradually changing. Big--

Growing bigger and bigger, it became a shadow monster. The monster opened his mouth and swallowed the shadow of Wu Chengdeng.

"Mao Zhengqi" looked up expressionlessly. "Sorry, I suddenly thought of a new idea of ​​research. Now I want to go back and try."

"Go." "Wu Cheng Deng" evoked the corner of his lips and said to the other two party companions: "You just went to the top to find a song like this? Have you met the Marshal? Oh, it’s weird, tomorrow is The ceremonial ceremony, why are our Marshals not in the room?"

Xi Guizhen was locked in the iron cage, with the image of an old dog with a broken left front paw. The first time he was a dog, he was not used to it.

Those who are selected to become Mao Zhengqi's experimental body need to pass the "sanction" of the phase, similar to "marking you into an animal shape." Xi Guizhen took control of Xiangzhong, so that Xiangzhong had the illusion that he had been sanctioned, and then he voluntarily turned into the animal form of Xuanwulian, lying in the iron cage and waiting for Mao Zhengqi to come back.

As long as Mao Zhengqi comes back and opens the lab door, the task of finding a lab should be completed.

Xuanwulian’s birthday is tomorrow. He will solve this task today, so that Xuanwu Lian and the cub will celebrate the birthday together, and Xi Guizhen can also attend the enactment ceremony.

The imprisonment of the underground is dark, and the fingers are not visible. In the darkness, the singles circulate the banned song "Sacrifice", and the screams, sobs, confession and confession are combined. In such an environment, even if you only stay for one day, normal people will become a madman, not to mention those who have been locked up for a long time.

A small amount of food, rich darkness, only the music that can be heard every day can be heard, and live in the fear of being an experimental body at any time. These people who are locked in iron cages are like pigs, but they are even more miserable than the pigs, because the fat and fat pigs can eat the feed without heart, and these people live in fear. Hungry to skinny.

I can blame them a little.

Because he knows that the people here are all sinners. He heard the repentance of some people. In this dark environment that blurs the time, no one is clear whether it is day or night. They are curled up in the iron cage. Besides silence and jealousy, they confess their faults.

"I should not **** an innocent girl..."

"I was wrong, I am guilty, I have exchanged more than a thousand newborns..."

"Kill me, just like I was cruelly killing others..."

......

A steady stream of negative emotions breeds in the dark, an environment that the instinct of the body likes. Even if Xi Guiyi hates this atmosphere, his soul is still as warm and warm as a soak in the hot springs, except that the sound of the forbidden song is too noisy and harsh, the environment is a little darker, the iron cage is a little smaller, and the seat is here. Stay well.

饕餮 If you are in this environment, you will enjoy it more than homing, because he can enjoy the food while listening to the background music while enjoying the hot springs.

But when will Mao Zhengqi come back? If it is not enough before 12 o'clock this evening, Xi Guiyi will forcibly break the door of the laboratory. He promised how to sing, and must go back tomorrow when the ceremony is held.

"Dangdang ~ Dangdang ~" The sound of the collision of the key echoed in the darkness. The slightly heavy footsteps seemed like a dull drum sound. It was the sound of walking in the middle of the road, in addition to other footsteps.

They are coming.

The author has something to say: There is still a more before twelve o'clock _ (: 3 ∠)