Super God Gene

Hanson didn't think of any good ways, and suddenly he thought of his mother and sent a message back in time, hoping to get a little help from her, and also testing the extent to which her mother was.

“Do something for yourself.” The message back was simple, only five words.

Hanson shook his head and laughed so hard that he could only dispel the idea of getting help from his mother and continue to figure it out for himself.

“Running can't get away, I can only find a way to kill her, but the fairy's body is very strong, I didn't even hit her with dragon elephant, how can I kill her?” Hanson thought to himself.

Hanson was in agony, and all of a sudden the transmitter rang, and a message came.

But the message came from a strange number, and Hanson looked at it, and it had text and images, and it was a supernuclear genetic technique.

However, the hypernuclear genetics are endless, and I have no idea what the name is, but the annotations are very detailed.

“Did someone send the wrong message?” Hanson looked at it casually and was suddenly attracted to what was written in it. The more he looked at it, the more he was shocked, the more incredible it was.

If this hypernuclear genetic technique is true, it is perfectly achievable to exorcise one's property forces and achieve a very horrific killing effect in the absence of a celestial rank.

“Such a powerful ultra-nuclear genetic technique can be wrong. It's incredible. Is there a problem?” Hanson replied with a message: "Hello, who are you? Your message seems to have been sent to the wrong person. ”

If there is a mistake, the other party will be able to find out if they check it, and it is impossible to hide it.

“Exactly.” The other person quickly returned two words.

Hanson slightly frowned and sent another message: "Do you know who I am? ”

“Hanson.” Again, the other word is straightforward.

“Who are you? Why did you send me this supernuclear genetic technique?” Hanson returned the message quickly.

“This is what you deserve. If you don't understand anything during practice, you can message me directly.” The other party finally said a long sentence, but Hanson didn't get any answers.

And then Hanson sent a message back, and they didn't answer him again.

“What do you mean, 28862 days?” Hanson took a look at the hypernuclear genetics and took two words out of it and sent a message to the past.

The other party immediately replied to the message, clearly explaining what day means.

“Who the hell are you?” Hanson sent another message in the past and the other party ignored him, which was obvious, unless he asked about the hypernuclear genetics, the other party simply ignored him.

Hansonton was silent. The supernucleus was too strange. The other party was too strange. Anyone would wonder.

Hanson took a close look at this supernuclear genetic technique several times, but it was a very powerful supernuclear genetic technique, and the annotation was very detailed, almost impossible to be a fake, in Hanson's eyes, it really looked good.

If the cultivation of this supernuclear genetic technique succeeds, it may help the little angel kill the fairy, but this supernuclear genetic technique is too strange, Hanson can't really guess, who would give him such a valuable supernuclear genetic technique for no reason, give him what purpose this supernuclear genetic technique has.

At this time, on another planet, a middle-aged man with a slightly indifferent face was sitting next to the pavilion, drinking tea and watching the fish play in the pool outside the pavilion.

In front of the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, sitting in a beautiful woman, holding a mini brain, operating fast, for a while, the woman put her mind down and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said, “Do you think that little guy can practice? ”

“He has to practice.” Neither did the man lift his head, and he continued to look at the fish in the pool.

“What if he doesn't practice?” Beautiful women are excited to ask again.

“He must have practiced. Although his last name is not Ro, his blood is flowing through my Ro family's blood. If he has my Ro family's genes, then he must have practiced.” Men still do not lift their heads and their voices are calm, but they have an unspeakable confidence.

“Theoretically, the blood flowing in his body is not just his last name.” Beautiful woman squeezes her eyes: “In fact, Miss Lan has been walking for so many years, trying so hard to get out of this vortex, why bother them again? ”

“This is the fate of the Ro family and cannot escape.” A slight discoloration flashed in a man's eyes before he spoke slowly.

“What if, I said, what if he didn't practice?” Beautiful women deliberately reinforce their tone.

The man then turned around slowly and stared at the beautiful woman for a while before saying: “He must have practiced. If he had no heart, he would not be a member of my family. ”

Beautiful woman fell into silence, nothing more to say, the pavilion suddenly quieted down, only the sound of the wind blowing through the water.

In Luojiaxing's old house, Russell was sitting at the table with a cheeky hand and sighed for a while: “I think now that he knows about Komori's existence, the Non-Book should already be at Komori's, right? Like the righteousness of heaven, not the righteousness of heaven. Can he walk out of it? Difficult! Difficult!”

At this point in the base dormitory, Hanson had turned off the information with his hands, and had never looked at the supernuclear genetics above.

Although the "Non-Book" looks powerful, it is not enough to shake Hansen. The "Holy Xuan" is not worse than the "Non-Book". This supernuclear genetic technique is odd, and the other party hides its tail without knowing who it is. Hansen does not intend to practice this unknown method.

Just like he had a Blood Lifestyle Nerve, it was no worse than a Non-Book, but Hanson didn't practice it either.

This is what Hanson developed when he was a child, under the cultivation of Russell Lang, but also his own later changes.

Russell only laid the foundation for his personality, and his experiences after entering the shelter allowed Hanson's personality to gradually improve and form his own style.

Even Russell found Hanson difficult to resist the temptation of "The Non-Book", but neither she nor the man knew that Hanson already possessed a less-than-than-than-than-than-than-than-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-though

Hanson landed on Skynet, entered the cathedral community, bought a Big Thunder Fist from it, and Hanson came up with a way to maybe kill that little fairy.