Super God Gene

“I'll have a lot of stuff.” Hanson said hastily.

Life is unfamiliar right now, and although hanging out with a sheep is not very honorable, it is the fastest way to integrate into the Fourth Shelter, and Hanson is happy to accept it.

With this old sheep lead, at least it won't die in vain, and it won't go into some dangerous place.

“What do you do best?” Sheep are very impatient.

Hanson thought about it, and now he really wants to show himself as much as he can, and he says unreservedly, "I'm devastating. ”

Ten genetically locked hollow scriptures, that kind of destructive power is not fake.

The sheep were very disappointed when they heard it and turned around and left.

“Don't you go? What's that supposed to mean?” Hanson was slightly stunned, wondering what was going on.

“Weak chicken creatures like you don't even have a gene nucleus, do you? Where can it be more destructive? What I need is useful special powers, like healing, halo, whatever, destructive power? I'm looking for a genetically aggregated nucleus that's much stronger than you. What's the use?” The sheep ran away with a twist.

Hanson stood there beamlessly for a while before returning to God. He looked at Bao Bao on his shoulder in confusion and asked, "Bao, is he despising me? ”

“Yes, Dad.” Baby nodded very seriously.

Hanson was slightly depressed, and he was despised by a sheep.

But Hanson probably also saw that the sheep is not weak, it should be top of the ordinary creature, and what team it has, it doesn't look alone, Hanson doesn't necessarily cause it.

“That... sheep brother... don't go away... I was wrong... I'm best at healing...” Hanson rushed up and screamed as he ran.

Having encountered a foreign creature who did not eat meat, Hanson felt it was necessary to mix with it, first to familiarize himself with the situation in this area.

“Can you heal the power?” The sheep stopped and turned their heads and looked at Hanson somewhat unbelievably.

The healing power is very rare in any shelter, anyone wants to have such a friend, the sheep just said casually, there is no hope that Hanson really has the healing power.

“Yeah, in our hometown, I'm a man called an angel in white.” Hanson patted himself on the chest and said.

The sheep looked at Hanson and seemed very distrustful to him, suddenly seeing him lift his head slightly, and suddenly a black iron machete, like a horn of sheep, flew out, flying in the middle of a spinning wheel, like a cyclone, toward the grass in the distance.

Just one scream sounded, and the black iron curved knife nailed a rat-like creature to the grass.

The rat struggled desperately, but could not struggle, and his body was nailed to the tip of a machete, and he dared not exercise intensely.

Once in Hanson's heart, this sheep looks very aggressive, and the black iron curve should be its genetic nucleus, and the destructive power is quite astonishing indeed.

“Try to cure it.” The sheep lifted their hooves, pointing to the rat who was crucified and bleeding on the grass, "he said.

Hanson dared not be lazy, simulating the power of the Holy Rhino, and healing the wound of the mouse with holy light.

I don't know why it was in the fourth shelter, or the problem with mice. Hanson's healing technique didn't work very well on mice. It took several minutes to heal the wounds on mice.

“It's a healing force, but it's too weak... Forget it... you come with me...” The sheep hesitated for a moment and took Hanson with them.

Hanson hurriedly followed, the sheep walked for half an hour, finally saw a small forest ahead, and after walking into the woods, Hanson saw several foreign creatures.

Hanson looked at him casually and found that the alien life here was quite complete, and there was a giant black bird staring at him with cold eyes.

There are four other six-legged animals that look similar, each as big as a tank and very strong.

And in the position on the left, there was a spirit sitting by the tree resting, gazing at Hanson.

Sheep and Hanson were facing a giant beast the size of a train head, kind of like a wild boar, but with a row of bone pricks on their backs, they were all like brown iron, and they looked very overwhelmed. At this time, they were lying there, and a pair of red eyes looked at Hanson coldly.

Looks like the alien creatures and spirits here are headed by this giant beast.

“Is this the food you brought back?” The spirit looked at the sheep with a smile and asked.

The sheep shook their heads in haste and stuck them in front of the boar and said, "Boss, this is the little brother I found. ”

“Doesn't even look like it's condensed in the nucleus? What's a little guy like that doing here? When the grain reserves?” The spirit laughed and said again.

Brown iron giant beast, a pair of lantern-like blood red eyes looked at sheep, sheep suddenly trembled, hurriedly said: “Boss, although he is weak now, but he has healing power, the effect is poor, but it is needed, cultivation in the future, should be better. ”

I heard that Hansen had healing power, and the Brown Iron Beast turned back and looked at Hansen. Then he yelled, his voice was low, but it was full of wildness and hegemony. If some weaker foreign creatures heard, they were afraid to tremble on their legs.

“Why don't you go over there and heal the boss?” The sheep shouted at Hanson.

Hanson followed the sheep to the side of the Brazilian Iron Beast, where he saw a near metre long wound on his ribs and now seeping blood outside.

Hanson hastily simulated the power of the saint, striking the holy light over the wound, which naturally did not work very well, much worse than when treating the mouse.

Hanson presumably estimated that the Xuan Iron Beast was supposed to be a primitive creature whose life was clearly much stronger than that of sheep and six-legged beasts.

The spirits saw Hanson's healing effect and couldn't help but laugh: “Are you also called a healing force? ”

The old sheep's face turned red and coughed lightly: “It's better than nothing. Cultivation will be better. ”

But the giant beast ignored them and rested there with his eyes closed.

When Hanson arrived at the fourth shelter, he had a place to live, and the only thing he needed to do was treat the bruises on the giant beast with holy light every day.

Although Hansen was not very interested in being an angel in white, following them quickly got to know the area and got Hansen off his mind and ready to stay here for a while.