Super God Gene

When Hanson first came here, he was afraid of an accident. He had only reported Miki's name, but after a long time, he clarified the situation here. Knowing that even if Hanson's name was written, no one knew him, he didn't care that much. He said his surname was Han at one point in the conversation.

Unfortunately, Tram Creek and Chu Ming have been trapped here for too long. They have never heard of Hanson's name. Even if they had given him their last name, they have never heard of it. They thought that Hanson newspaper had a fake last name of their kind.

Quran Creek thought about it for a long time, and didn't think about it. What kind of family has Han surname in the alliance to be able to cultivate such a powerful figure.

However, Quran Creek has no intention of asking the bottom line. It doesn't matter what his last name is. It is enough to know that he is worthy of a relationship.

“Miki, are you really going to tame this monster?” Chu Ming watched Hansen squatting next to the wind beast and thought that Hansen was really a little strange and wanted to tame the wind beast.

“This guy comes out of the thorny jungle, and if we can tame him, we can follow him into the thorny jungle and hunt, without worrying about getting into some shitty spots, so we can try it anyway.” Hanson, be honest.

“That's true, but humans want to tame foreign creatures hundreds of times harder than spirits. This foreign creature can't even tame the Jade Flame Knight. How can you handle it?” Chu Ming asked.

“Try it, there's no better way.” Hanson squatted beside the storm beast, reaching over his head to touch his hair, and the dying storm beast opened its mouth and tried to bite Hanson.

It's just too badly wounded to even lift its head, and naturally it can't bite Hanson, just whining and yelling.

Hanson ignored it, touched its head, and it took awhile for the holy light to shine in his hand to heal the wounds on it.

Both Quran Creek and Chu Ming were surprised to see Hanson use therapeutic power, fewer humans could use this power, and most women would choose to practice this kind of supernuclear genetic technique. Hanson, a grown man who practiced healing power, is rare.

But because Hanson simulates only the power of the Holy Rhino after unlocking the first genetic lock, it seems that the sanctuary of the Third God is not enough, healing the primitive creature, the disease windbeast, is much less effective than before.

Fortunately, the effect is still OK, but in just a few minutes, the wounds on the storm beast will be just a little better.

The wind beast recovered a little strength, his head turned and opened its mouth to Hansen's hand, but Hansen was already guarded against the wind beast's bite, a gold coin bounced on his head, and suddenly his head lay on the ground again.

This disease beast is really vicious, not at all grateful to Hanson for healing his affection, spitting a wind blade at Hanson's mouth, pointing straight at Hanson's throat.

Only then it was too badly wounded and suppressed by gold coins. Poor little power, the wind blade was smashed by Hanson at will.

The connection puts out a gold coin to suppress its entire body, leaving it powerless to strike out the wind blade again, while Hanson heals its wounds, while the gold coin suppresses, leaving it without the ability to do evil.

After more than an hour of healing, Hanson was already a little tired, and the wind beast was wounded mostly. He was also suppressed with twenty or thirty pieces of gold and couldn't move at all.

Hansen healed his wound for several days, while trying to get close to it, but the storm beast was really agitated, just shouting fiercely at Hansen, if it hadn't been for the fundamental inability of the repression to move, he would have come up and bit Hansen to death.

Hanson knew it was urgent, he came here once a day, he was not in a hurry.

In the shade by the Jade Scale River, Hansen seeded the dry mutant seed, dropped a drop of water beads, and by the next day, it had sprouted.

Hanson tried to add a few more drops of water beads, and found that the child could only absorb one year's worth of water beads at most, and it couldn't grow any faster.

When this child grew up, it looked like a pine tree, but it never grew up. It was always a foot tall, and it was bloody red.

Hanson gave it a year of water beads every day, and it didn't grow any taller, but the blood on the tree grew heavier and heavier, and I didn't know what kind it was.

But this way, if it's a big tree, even in such a remote place, it's easy to spot.

Like a dragon-blooded ancient tree, even planted in its own yard, it was discovered. Such a small pine tree, so hard to find, fits Hanson's intentions.

However, Hanson began to have some difficulty, and mutant genetic plants took at least a hundred years to mature, and all of his water beads now add up to 20 or 30 years of life, not enough to allow the pine trees to blossom directly.

Dozens of miles of wild genetic plants around here have been sucked clean by Hanson again, and unless we go further downstream, we can only go upstream near the thorn jungle to find genetic plants.

“There should be no problem as long as we don't go into the thorny jungle.” Hanson hesitated, but decided to go upstream looking for wild genetic plants.

A dozen more miles upstream is the thorny jungle. Hansen dared not enter the thorny jungle, but the dozen miles of riverside wild genetic plants are abundant. Hansen found more than thirty more strains, and absorbed them and condensed nearly two decades of life water beads.

After absorbing these, it becomes difficult to find genetic plants, only a few dozen miles downstream, and the further away from the thorny jungle, the fewer genetic plants can be found.

“It seems that it is only right to tame the wind and animals early and hunt in the thorny jungle.” Hanson was slightly distressed.

The beast is really difficult, it's just a soft, hard guy, no matter how Hanson uses it, it's full of hostility to everything, no sign of being tamed at all.

“What can you do to tame it?” Hanson thought back to the cabin and just walked up to the wind beast, which was a wind blade that split against him.

Hanson smashed the wind blade with one punch, watching as several gold coins on the Wind Beast had been broken, allowing the Wind Beast to move slightly, immediately replenished several more.

“Has it ever been heard that someone is eating and sleeping with a foreign organism, mixed into a foreign organism, so that the foreign organism thinks he is one of them? Do I have to use this method?” Looking at the fierce look of the storm beast, he whimpered at his fearless teeth, and Hanson immediately gave up the idea.

But when I think about it, it brightens Hanson's eyes, and I think of an idea, and I look at the wind and the beast mutter to myself, “Maybe that'll do something. ”