Super God Gene

Bao's chubby little hand grabbed the mini gourd and glanced at the bugs. He suddenly saw the gourd's mouth flashing a little like a black hole.

The space near the mouth of the gourd seemed to collapse, and everything in the vicinity flew towards that little black hole of light.

In Hanson's gaze, he saw that the floor was covered like a tidal bug, as if it had been pumped by a pump, and poured towards the mini gourd mouth.

A mini gourd is Bao's big palm, a small gourd that can't even fit a slightly bigger bug.

But the trendy bug, strangely sucked into the black hole, even the giant two-tailed poisoned scorpion like a tank car, was sucked directly into the mini gourd.

Hansen was foolish to look at, and a large swarm of insects was sucked clean in the eye, and even those exotic insects of divine blood were not spared and sucked into the mini gourd.

The mini gourd is like a mustard space, no matter how many bugs are sucked in, it's like you can't see the bottom.

Pfft!

All the worms were sucked clean, and Bao clapped the calabash in his hand. The calabash didn't even know why it was gone.

Bao held the bottle in his other hand and looked pitifully at Hanson: "Dad, Bao wants to drink Grandma. ”

“Drink it, we'll drink it right away, and drink the most expensive, green, pollution-free, purely natural organic milk.” Hanson hugged Baby and couldn't even close his happy mouth.

There is Bao this little ancestor here, who dares to come here in the future to disrupt, go straight down the gourd, keep sucking he doesn't even know his mother.

Taking the baby back to the shelter, Hansen herself made the baby a bottle of milk, and the baby suddenly took the bottle and sucked it with joy.

“Baby, where was that gourd in your hand?” Hanson grinned and asked the baby who was drinking.

Bao crooked his head and looked at Hanson indistinctly, seemingly not understanding what Hanson was saying.

“That's the gourd, the one that sucked in a lot of little bugs...” Hansen even said, drawing a little gourd with paper and a pen.

“That's Baby's," Bao-yu said, holding the bottle. ”

Hanson hurriedly said, “Dad knows it's Bao's, and Dad knows Bao's best. Can you lend him that gourd for fun? ”

“Baby's the best. Give it to Daddy.” Once Bao clapped, the mini gourd appeared in her palm and passed it directly to Hanson.

“Good girl, Daddy doesn't really love you for nothing.” Hanson took over the mini gourd and was overwhelmed with joy, rushing to simulate Baby's scent and running, holding the mini gourd against Cersei's trembling little white bear in the corner, while sipping loudly: “Take it. ”

The little white bear was frightened, pissed directly on the ground, and could not rise on the ground, but the mini gourd did not react at all, nor did the gourd mouth light up.

“Take it! Take it! Shut up!” Hanson called three times and kept running the breath flow technique, but it didn't work, and the mini gourd still didn't respond at all.

Little white bear was scared to pee, Hanson shouted, his body trembled a little, three shouted, the gourd didn't work, but little white bear was scared with wide eyes and fainted directly.

It's like shooting three shots in the shell at the time of the shooting, and death row inmates are not scared to death alive.

“Strange, how can it be useless?” Hanson's heart was depressed, and he stacked a smile on his face and took the gourd to Bao's face: “Bao, how can this gourd collect things? ”

Bao held the bottle and looked at Hanson doubtfully as he drank his milk. Obviously, he could not understand what Hanson meant. He asked with a full face.

Hanson tried so hard to compare, but Bao was too long to understand what he meant and looked at him blindly.

“Gourd... inside... those bugs... can you release them?” Hanson saw that Bao didn't understand, so he came up with the idea of the bugs inside.

Inside, there are many insects, and there are several divine blood levels, and they release one kill at a time, and they also get a lot of divine genes, and the mutant genes are not a small number.

But Bao still couldn't understand, so Hanson clapped the gourd in his hand and shook it in front of Bao: “Inside the bug... the bug...”

Bao revealed a sudden colour and smiled happily, reaching for the gourd.

Hansonton was so happy, he thought Bao understood, but who knew Bao's fat little hand slapped the gourd, and the gourd was gone.

“Somebody help me. Do you have a school that teaches baby language?” Hanson's helpless hands covered his head and couldn't speak for half a day of depression.

Since it doesn't make sense to Baby, Hanson turned his eyes to the little white bear paralyzed on the ground, ready to slaughter this vile bastard and eat meat.

But Hanson had just walked to the little white bear, and the comatose white bear immediately climbed up and kowtowed to Hanson. This guy was actually pretending to be dead.

“Now beg forgiveness, it's too late.” Hanson was about to do it, but Baby clapped with excitement and seemed to laugh at the look of the little white bear.

The little white bear was happy to see the baby, his eyes turned, he didn't give Hanson a kowtow, he turned to the baby, he turned his head, and he backwards and backwards. He also performed the perfect work of jumping upside down with his tongue. The baby who saw him giggled straight and clapped his hands. He looked very happy.

“This is a very intelligent product.” Hanson was surprised.

The little white bear was so happy to see the baby, she worked harder and harder. She climbed her ass to the baby's side and reached out her tongue to lick the baby's little foot.

But who knows where Bao Bao said it was too dirty, he wouldn't let it touch it, slapped past it, the fat face of the little white bear did not look twisted, body in the air did not know how many 360 degrees, hard hit the palace wall, like sticking on it, half slipped down, limbs twitched constantly.

“Pfft!” Hanson didn't make a sound. He wanted to keep Stubborn alive. I'm afraid he'll suffer later.

Hansen didn't kill it for now, the blood of the little white bear can attract foreign worms, Hansen intends to keep it first, usually as a toy for the baby, then nothing to bleed, take it out as a trap to attract foreign worms to throw themselves into the net.

So the little white bear kind of picked up a fate, but that was the beginning of its tragic fate.

Hanson washed the bear clean and lost the baby to play before he got bored running around.

From time to time, Hansen then hears terrible bears screaming in the shelter, occasionally accompanied by rumbling noises.

Old Huang in the East Side heard the scream, looked a little weird, thought Hanson had a special hobby, liked to abuse a bear or something.

Little white bear came down from a day of scars and almost lost his strength to move. He thought he could rest if he was seriously injured, but soon he realized that he was too naive.

His injuries were healed by Hanson with holy light at night, and he had to play with his baby the next day.

In addition to trying to please the baby to be ravaged by the baby, Hanson puts a tube of blood on it from time to time, so that the little white bear has begun to doubt the birth of his bear and feels that his future is dark.