Super God Gene

Hanson grabbed the gourd out of his pocket and held it in his palm, only to see the original golden gourd, but at this time it was glorious, as bleak as a yellow clay slab, and it was filled with subtle cracks.

The fluctuations of the inner center are getting stronger and stronger, as if life were about to break out.

“Is something coming out of it?” Hanson was surprised and surprised.

The nature of joy is that the gourd is finally about to come to fruition, but the surprise is that you don't know whether it's a blessing or a disaster for this guy to break the gourd.

With the shivering of the gourd, the already yellow muddy shell peels off, and there are more and more cracks on it.

“Swallow all my bottles of the Holy Spirit, you must fight a little, why be a good baby. It's better to have a sword or something super genetically armed, and I'm not demanding it, just a sword can chop a great emperor or something. Otherwise I can have an armor, heaven into the underground sea, nobody in the world can break it, I don't need you to give me too much superpower, I have such a small wish, too old lord, Jade Emperor, such as Buddha, God, God, Athena, * * *, in God, please satisfy my humble wish...” Hansen stared nervously at the gourd and worshipped the gods Buddha once and for all.

His investment in the gourd was huge, nothing good had lost it, even six rounds of Jinbao and Holy Spirit vials were swallowed by this guy. If he couldn't produce something good, Hanson would be mad.

Hanson's heart was talking about the eyes of his voice when he saw the gourd's shell peel off more and more severely and the cracks were getting bigger.

Knock!

Finally, the gourd shell burst into pieces of mud, and something fell out of it and fell directly into Hanson's hands.

Hanson hurried to take a closer look at what the baby was, but this looked stunning.

But it fell out of the gourd, it was a thumb-sized doll, pink like a porcelain doll, a pair of big eyes very pretty, just born a long black hair, in her fat little hand, holding a small mini gourd.

When Hanson stared at the little doll, she saw the wind and it grew to the size of a normal baby in a flash, or something that was several months old.

White, fat little hand held Hanson's arm and lay down in Hanson's arms. White, smooth little face rubbed hard against Hanson's face, screaming with a childish voice: “Daddy... Daddy...”

Hanson almost bled to death, raised for so long, sacrificed so many good things, and came out with such a doll, it was almost to the grandmother's house.

“My Six Rounds of True Treasures… My Holy Spirit's Bottle…” Hanson felt his life was gray.

But the little doll held Hansen's neck with his fat, lotus-like arm, his head crooked and looked at Hansen, depressed. He seemed to be very understanding. He reached out a small hand, touched Hansen's head, and bud soothed: “Dad... don't cry... baby... be good...”

Hanson glanced at the little doll and put her on the table. At this time, he hated not being able to return her to the stove and swap back the Six Wheels of True Treasure and the Holy Spirit bottle.

But when Hanson stared at him, the little doll suddenly lowered her head pitifully. Tears were already flowing in her beautiful big eyes, and her little mouth curved with grievance.

“Don't cry! Don't cry!" Hanson had a big headache. Although he cared about his baby, he had not yet reached the point of bullying a little doll.

“Daddy... hugs...” Tears spinning in the little doll's orbit, the little doll reaching out her hands and looking pitifully at Hanson.

“Alas!” Hanson sighed, lifting the little doll off the table.

The little doll suddenly got happy and squeaked while holding Hanson's neck: “Dad... baby...”

“What exactly are you?” Hanson held the little doll and watched her carefully with a hole in the air, and as he began to see, life was like a human baby, with no powerful performance.

And from her, she can't feel the smell of aliens or spirits. If Hanson hadn't seen her come out of the gourd herself, he really thought she was a normal human baby.

“Can genetic seeds grow humans? But what's the use of having a human doll? I'm not playing a cultivation game!” Hanson's heart is depressed.

But all of a sudden I felt something was wrong, and I held the little doll and looked at it carefully.

“Strange, how come there's no more, what I just saw.” Hanson looked on the ground again and still hadn't found it.

“Strange, I saw her when she first came out, with a mini gourd in her hand, how come it's gone?” Hansen was confused.

After searching carefully, the gourd in the little doll's hand was not found, but the ground of the palace actually grew a young bud.

The bud actually drilled out of the stone floor and stretched out two leaves.

“Was it the mini gourd that sprouted?” Hanson squatted down and looked at it and found that it wasn't a little gourd sprouting.

He's seen this thing, the emerald-like leaves, although very young, but this is clearly six rounds of real treasure trees.

Look closely again, under that young six-wheeler tree, Hanson looked a little wet, like a drop of water on the ground.

“This is... the tears of the little doll...” Hanson glanced at the little doll in her arms and saw that there were tears in her orbit, which must have dropped down here, otherwise there was no water at all.

Hanson has a strong control over his body fluids. He can't sweat or anything. Naturally, this drop of water can't be his, it can only be his little doll's.

Hanson read his mind and laughed. “Baby doesn't cry, Dad loves you. ”

Hanson reached out his finger and wiped a tear from the corner of the doll's eye and threw it to the ground, which fell on the stone floor.

Then the scene of Hanson's gaze happened, where the tears fell, and the tears penetrated the stone, and then he saw the stone in the place split open, and he actually drilled another bud.

Green and crystalline like emerald, not the six wheels of the real tree and what?

“I go, a tear is a six-wheeled real treasure tree, now it's really developed!” Hanson was so excited he almost wanted to jump.

She hugged the little doll and kissed her pink face: “You're my daughter. ”

But Hanson still didn't find the mini gourd in the little doll's hand, turned the whole palace almost upside down, and didn't find any sign of the mini gourd.