Super God Gene

A blonde with purple eyes stood up amidst green branches and delicate rose blossoms.

Unlike ordinary human women, this blonde purple-eyed woman has a blue gem on her forehead, like a pendant, which looks very pretty, but if you look closely, it's grown in meat.

Spirit, a beautiful female spirit.

Five officers are 3D and sophisticated, just a little too indifferent, but even so, you can still feel her beauty deeply.

If that were the case, Hanson wouldn't be surprised, but at this time, Hanson almost stared out his eyes.

The woman who stood up from the rose bush could not find a strand on her body. There was no more exaggerated curves in front and back. A pair of large white legs were more dizzy, and her tender skin could almost squeeze out water.

Hanson's nosebleeds are coming out, and the soaring breasts and fat buttocks, combined with a handful of slim waist limbs, are the forms that are only possible in comics. Human women are almost unlikely to have such exaggerated shapes.

However, although exaggerated, it is surprisingly harmonious. It does not offend the sense of harmony, it is just the heat and agitation in people's hearts.

The female spirits came out of the rose bushes, very arrogant and indifferent. At a moment when they came out of the bushes, those rose bushes seemed to have survived, clustered around her, and condensed into a pair of rose vines wrapped around the torso of the blaze.

The female spirit was like a proud queen in the garden, walking beside the great rift, reaching out and folding a branch from her vine and lit it on the ground.

That's when Hanson realized that the things that looked like candles were rose vines.

Soon, a row of lit flower vines were inserted into the ground, and the valley was filled with strange scents. Hansen thought the iron shellfish would be attracted back soon, but that didn't happen.

Hanson felt a little strange. Why didn't you attract the iron shellfish this time? Did the scent of the flower vine burn fail?

The female spirit was not in a hurry, just watching the flower vines burn, while she kept looking at the entrance to the valley.

Soon afterwards, suddenly, a creaking sound was heard at the entrance to the valley, and a ray of light burst into front of the burning flower vines.

Hanson looked far away, and the light was actually an iron shellfish, but its size was smaller than that of an ordinary iron shellfish, but the color was even darker, almost as if it were cast of brown iron.

And this iron shellfish has a pair of brown wings growing on its back, flying extremely fast, far from being comparable to ordinary iron shellfish that can only crawl.

The iron shellfish landed next to the burning flower vine and opened its mouth to bite the burning flower vine, clicking on it and looking very addictive to eat.

The female spirits have retreated to the side, looking cold at the iron shellfish eating the flower vines, it seems that there is no plan to do it.

“Looks like the spirit is trying to conquer the iron shellfish, but why didn't she do it? Is that flower vine poisonous? She wants to wait for a poison attack?” Hansen felt strange.

Now, it looks like it's already a good phone call, but the female spirit doesn't mean anything, just looks at the iron shellfish eating the flower vine.

Hanson suddenly heard the direction of the valley mouth coming from a strange time. Soon he saw a big red centipede crawling over him. He actually crossed the crack and landed next to the burning flower vine, opening his mouth and biting towards the flower vine.

There were many flower vines previously inserted by the spirits, and there was no conflict between the iron shellfish and the red centipede, which was more than a meter long.

But not too many times, a few strange shaped insects climbed up, red, green, black flowers, strange faces, and Hanson couldn't describe their faces.

The insects all jumped over to eat flower vines, and at first there were lots of flower vines, and there was no conflict between them, but as the flower vines decreased, when they needed to compete, the insects started to clash.

The red centipede burned a red flame, and a bug with a green crust bit it, looking a little like a spider.

While the red centipede was capable of spraying flames, the green nail spider did not mean to give in half. The green flash flashed on her body and she sighed with the red centipede.

Just for a moment, there was thunder and electricity and fire, and those strange bugs all bit up, they all fought for their lives, nobody meant to retreat, it seemed exciting.

And the female spirits looked at the bugs hissing far away, and there was nothing to worry about, nothing much had changed.

“Are those flower vines stimulants?” Hanson's gaze is stunned, and the forces emanating from those insects are horrible, and I'm afraid they're all mutants.

So many mutant insects were fooled by the female spirits between her crotches that Hanson could not help but be a little more vigilant in her eyes.

Mutant insects are obviously a little out of control. They bite everywhere with mutilated limbs, and they don't know who they are. They bite when they see them, and they've become a mess.

A bug was bitten to death and swallowed, and it looked terrible.

Soon after, a mutant worm died and finally only the iron shell worm was left. At this time, the claws of the iron shell worm were broken several times, but they were still desperately eating the bodies of other worms.

As the iron shellfish swallowed the corpses of other insects, their bodies changed somehow, and one claw was reborn and grown at a rate visible to the naked eye.

And it used to have black crusts like brown iron, and at that time it had many colorful spots, and even more terrifying, it burned flames like red centipede, and green lights like green nail spiders.

On this iron beetle now, Hanson sees a force that should have belonged only to other bugs.

Knock!

The bug shell of the iron shell suddenly split, like a skin peel, something crept under the bug shell of the iron shell, slowly drilled out, the original iron shell only left one empty shell.

The newborn iron shellfish is snowy, like a jade stone, with red eyes like a mountain, and four thin wings like cicada wings almost transparent.

“Squeak!” The newborn iron shellfish screamed with a spike.

“The last thing to change was the iron shellfish?” The alien frowned slightly, as if the result had been somewhat unexpected to her, and the iron shellfish, in this jungle, is supposed to be the weakest mutant worm, but does not want to live to the end.

Nor did the spirit hesitate to look at the iron shell worm that had turned into a white jade color. He didn't know where to take a vine box and opened it against the iron shell worm, and suddenly climbed out of the vine box.