Super God Gene

Hanson went back to the Alliance home and wanted to test her little daughter Han Linger to see how many stars she had, and found that as long as she was human, she couldn't measure the results, all of them were genetically unstable and untested cues.

And the exotic creatures, they can detect stellar blood veins, and so on, and the potential is pretty good, and there's a lot of five-star genetic potential.

Because if you don't reach the divinity level, you can also detect five stars at the most. After promotion to divinity, you can recalculate the genetic potential. At that time, the test will be more accurate, which can be said to be a watershed before divinization and deification.

“Was it true that the human gene was so unstable that the powerful people of all races refused to ask me to come, and it was not completely unreasonable?” Hansen said secretly in his heart.

“Pfft... hug...” Linger said very well. He ran to Hanson with his little white hand open.

“My little baby, let Daddy kiss.” Hanson picked up Linger and kissed her little face.

As long as he's not trapped, Hanson returns almost every day to rest and has been trapped in the core field for so many days that he has never been able to see his family.

Linger was very good, rarely cried, and with the good protection of his family, there was no more Super Spirit after birth, which was to comfort Hanson.

Too young a child to have too much power is not necessarily a good thing, Linger herself does not realize how terrible the power she has, nor can she control it, but emotional loss can be terrible.

Fortunately, Linger's temper was very smooth, and his family took good care of him, so far nothing has gone wrong.

Hanson hoped that Linger would grow up like a normal child, that she would have a normal childhood, and that she would not be involved prematurely in that complex adult world.

After a night's rest at home, the next morning, Hanson brought a few large pots of wine into the core again. Since the little crocodile allowed him to come out, he had a chance to come out again. Hanson was in no hurry, and he wanted to dig up more in the fortress to see if he could find anything else.

Hanson had just returned to the core, and saw the little crocodile crawl over, screaming at Hansen, apparently because he was too late to abandon him.

“I thought I was going to get you a drink. You gotta give me some time to prepare, right? This is a very precious treasure.” Hanson opened a wine bowl and the fragrance broke out.

The little crocodile's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help complaining about Hanson, jumping straight into the wine bowl.

Hansonton saw a gust of steam in the wine jar, and in the blink of an eye a jar of wine had dried up, and the alligator jumped out, and before Hanson opened it, he rushed straight into another jar.

Hanson finally knew that the little crocodile wasn't going to drink, he was going to take a shower with it.

“I've only heard that women like to wash milk baths, but I haven't heard that crocodiles like to bathe in wine!” Hanson looks funny, the guy has too much temperature, even if it's already low, but as soon as it enters the bar, the wine is quickly evaporated and there's no chance of swimming.

A few large pots of wine were soon ruined by it. The crocodile crawled out of the pot, or watched Hansen cry out loud. Obviously, Hansen had to bring out the wine.

“It's a precious treasure, and I've thought of a lot of ways to get so many altars. If you want, I'm afraid it'll take a while.” Hanson said.

Although Hanson's family has a lot of wine and it's easy to buy a few wineries, you can't get used to little crocodiles like this, but you still have to put a long line on the big fish.

Hanson brings back a couple of pots of wine a day so the little crocodile can get addicted, but not entirely.

Now that Hanson doesn't have to work anymore, the little crocodile keeps him in charge of getting the wine back, but Hanson keeps cleaning up, just so he can dig where he wants to dig and no longer be commanded by the little crocodile.

Unfortunately, Hanson hasn't dug out anything useful to him since he got glasses, which made him depressed. White white has worked here for over a month, nothing has been gained. By then, glacial osteotomy has reached the nine-fold field, and the use of the royal Fae gene cannot be taken any further.

Hanson continues to advance to the field of blood vessel life nerves, putting genetic narratives at the end.

Linglong and Ricole were so depressed that they saw Hanson going in and out as if he were in their own backyard and wanted to go back, but no matter what they talked to the big and small crocodiles, the crocodiles wouldn't let them go.

They also wanted to go back under the pretext of wine, but the crocodiles were completely inactive, leaving them quite speechless.

Hansen doesn't know why the crocodiles treat each other differently, but in this way, it fits Hansen's mind that the two of them are trapped here just in case something happens to them.

“Tai Shang clan is not great, can't even handle a degenerative deification, it's not as good as the ancient divine clan.” Hansen thought.

In fact, this is Hanson's cognitive deviation. The strength of the Tai Shang clan is not just the ability to fight, but the upper limit of the Tai Shang clan is also very high. Normally, the Tai Shang clan can reach the butterfly level as long as it does not meteorite, which is unrivalled by other races.

Something didn't dig up, but Hansen cultivated the little crocodile as a drunk without wine, but this alcoholic doesn't drink alcohol. He just uses alcohol to shower. Hansen is a little distressed. Even if he has any money, he can't ruin things like this.

Almost the entire fortress was dug up by Hanson, and nothing of value was found, and the body of that arm was not found, as if there was only one arm here.

“Looks like we're gonna have to get out of here.” Hanson is not interested in staying here for the rest of his life as a wine delivery worker for two crocodiles.

“Miss Linglong, didn't you say the elders of the aristocracy would come to save you? When will they be here?” Hanson asked around Linglong and Ricole for a chance.

“This may not necessarily be two or three months, or a year or two.” Linglong said.

“What took you so long?” Hanson was stunned.

Linglong did not answer Hanson's question. In fact, they all have a natural spell left in the Tai Shang clan. If they encounter dangerous physical injuries, the natural sense of the natural spell is that if they die, the natural spell will also self-destruct, so that the people of the clan will know what happened to them.

But now they are not in danger of life, they are not injured, the death spell will not be reported to the police, too many people will naturally not know what happened to them if they do not pay careful attention to them.

After waiting a long time, if Linglong has been missing, it is possible that the elders of the tribe will notice their whereabouts. It is hard to tell when to wait.

Two people were depressed when they saw that Hanson didn't know where to get a roasted goose, ate it and drank it, and had a lot of fruit next to them, watching them swallow straight.