Super God Gene

After Hanson saw what it was, he glanced at it, feeling numb on his scalp and a goose bump on his body.

Rolling out of that pocket, it turns out that a man, a naked man, looks like he's only twenty or thirty years old, has a very thin body and counts every single thin rib.

Undoubtedly, it was a living man, and Hanson could clearly see the horror on his face.

Without waiting for Hanson to return to God, many of the people around him had climbed onto the man's naked body and the scorpion had slammed his tail into it.

The man didn't know how many scorpion needles stabbed him all over his body. All he heard was the man's instant scream of tearing his heart and lungs apart. It was like a grim ghost in hell, his body constantly twisted on the ground.

“What a worm, apparently benevolent eyebrows do good deeds, but you can't imagine how to kill someone in the dark, even if the man is against you, you just kill him, why torture him so much?” Hanson sees a cold in his heart.

But when Hanson turned around to see the worm master, he snapped.

On his knees outside the valley, the worm had long been a long-standing tear, watching the man in the valley get stung by the shadow of a human face, that painful expression cannot be described, just a desperate tear, whispering something in his mouth, as if it were a prayer for peace.

That feeling... it feels like the man in the valley who is being tortured by inhumans is the worm's son.

At this time, the emotion of the worm had reached the extreme, but it was incredibly complicated. Hansen looked at it with a hollow air. His heart was almost roaring, but because it was too messy, Hansen couldn't hear what it was.

But there are two of the strongest words that Hanson has ever heard.

“Son... is that man really the son of a bug?” Hanson looks incredibly at the naked men tormented in the valley.

He couldn't imagine what it would be if the man was truly the son of a worm, and what he was doing it for, it was incredible and completely incomprehensible.

But the voice is not deceitful. Although Hanson can't hear anything else, the voice of the sons will never be wrong.

The man was stung by the shadow of a human face and his whole body swollen. The swelling was astonishing. Anyone who saw it would only feel that the man must not be able to live.

A skinny, skinny, skinny man, now swollen like a 300-kilo fat man, can't think of a way to live.

The man's screaming also gradually stopped, not that he was no longer in pain, but that he could no longer scream, as can be seen from his constantly trembling body and distorted expression, his pain did not diminish at all.

At this time, the worm had almost shed blood and tears in his eyes. He didn't dare to look at the man at all. He just kept his hands in front of his chest and kept thinking of prayer words such as the Buddha. His lips trembled and his teeth seemed to be trembling.

Hanson had never seen anything so bizarre, and he didn't know how to react for a while, just staring at the strange scene in the valley.

When Hanson thought the man was going to be eaten by a shadow scorpion, he suddenly heard a baby crying in the valley.

It's just different from the sharp voices of the scorpions, which had an unspeakable hegemony.

After the sound of the scorpion, the faces retreated like the tide, one drilling back into the hole in the mountain wall.

Less than a minute later, all the faces of the scorpion retreated, leaving behind only the swollen man like a fat pig in the valley.

And that's when the worm suddenly raised his head and his eyes, with tears of blood, stared dead at the silent valley and the man who fell dying in the valley.

Hanson was staring at the man, and he wanted to know what the hell was going on, and why the worm was doing it, and it was all so weird.

When Hanson stared at the man, he suddenly felt something was wrong, not something was wrong with the man, but something was wrong with the man's shadow, and his shadow was very big.

Although the man is swollen like a fat pig now, it doesn't make sense to lie flat there and have a huge shadow of three lengths.

And the shape of the shadow was weird, and the upper body looked like a man, but the lower body of the shadow looked like a giant scorpion.

Hanson looked at it and found that the strange shadow had actually moved. It was only a dark shadow on the ground, but it came out alive.

A long black hair with a bright, pristine face, a pair of eyes that look like black gems, muscles all over the body, wrapped in a black shell armor, you can still see a row of ten abs.

In this demonic man's lower body, it is a huge black scorpion, the perfect combination of man and scorpion, looks incredibly frightening, yet gives man a strange combination of power and beauty.

Hansen looked at the scorpion man like the demon god, and the divine color suddenly became overwhelming, just the vivacity that emanated from him, and had surpassed the rebel knight, which was an absolutely superdivine existence.

“What the hell happened? Why is there a superdivine creature in that man's shadow?” Hanson stared at the scorpion dead.

He saw the scorpion behind the length of the scorpion wave, suddenly stabbed into the man's chest, and then saw the man's swollen body as if it had been drained of moisture, and his body quickly lost weight.

But just for a moment, the man's body regained its normal appearance, and the scorpion's tail was pulled out of his chest.

Incredible scene happened, the man left only a tiny blood hole in his chest, but the next second, the man climbed directly from the ground, seemed flexible and powerful, completely unimaginable, he was just a dying man.

When the man turned around and climbed up, he rushed directly into the devil's scorpion, and the expression was like hatred could not give birth to the scorpion.

But he rushed to the Scorpion, and the Scorpion's strong, demonic body melted as if directly into the shadow of a man.

A man kneels on the floor, boxing wildly against his shadow and shouting, but the shadow is impossible to break apart, it is only the sandstone of the ground that he broke apart.

Soon, the man's fists were bleeding, but he still had no intention of stopping.

“Flame!” The worm rushed into the valley, seemingly trying to hold the man, stop him from going mad, turned around by the man, suddenly paused there, unable to walk to the man again, the look on his face turned bitter, whispered.

“I hate you. I hate you all my life.” The man shouted at the worm and his eyes were filled with deep hatred.

Then the man climbed up and turned around and hit him hard on a big rock next to him, with no cuteness in his face.

But the man's head was not able to hit the stone, stretched out a strong arm wrapped in black shell armor from his shadow, pressed directly on the stone, the stone exploded, and the man just fell there, not being able to smash his own head.