Super God Gene

The touch of the god was the same as just now. He swallowed another drop of Hanson's blood. Four people waited for a while. The touch of the god still didn't respond. He lay still at the bottom of the can. If he hadn't just seen it swallow the blood, he would have thought it was dead.

The man frowned slightly and his face was full of doubt. He picked up the touch of the god and looked closely at it, or did not see the problem.

“Strange, even if the qualifications are worse, it's impossible not to have a single talent...” The man's research over and over didn't reveal it.

“Isn't this the touch of the god that's old and stubborn?” Lingtong went on to say: “This touch of the god was the first touch of the god that the original ancestors of the family received. Before the death of the original ancestors, it was put here for an introductory test. To this day, we do not know how many years, it may be really too old. ”

The man shook his head and said, “No way. When Tourmaline came back with Yu's goodwill, he was still testing here. It was fine. How long has this been going on? How could it suddenly not work? ”

“Is there any other possibility besides that? It can't be. Hanson doesn't even have a gift, does he?” Linglong said.

Men naturally also know that it is impossible. Without more than four talents, it is not possible to promote to the Wang level at all. Since Hanson is already the Wang level, his talents cannot be any worse than four.

“That's weird.” The man hesitated for a moment and then stretched out his finger, forcing out a drop of his own blood and sending it to the mouth of the spiritual touch, trying to see if the spiritual touch was wrong.

But he also ate the touch of Hanson's blood, and at this time he was lying there and moving, and there was no response to the blood on the man's fingers, as if he had Alzheimer's.

“Is it really too old to do that?” A man can't help but look at the touch of the god.

“It has lived long enough, more than a hundred times longer than the normal touch-life of a god, and is old and normal.” Linglong said.

The man muttered: "There is no way to test it now, there is no touch of the gods around me, it seems I can only apply for one more within the clan and then test it again. ”

“No more testing, I've decided to let him be my silkworm, no matter how many A talents he has.” Linglong said faintly.

“But…”

What else did a man want to say, but he was interrupted by Linglong: "No, but I can decide for myself who I want to be my silkworm. ”

After all, the man opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He changed his smiley face and said: "Since Ling Ling has decided to choose him as a silkworm, then naturally there is no problem, let's go to the altar. ”

Go ahead, the man leads the way and continues up the hill.

Until he reached the palace door at the top of the mountain, the man said: "Linglong, wait for your brother outside, if you need anything, just ask. ”

“Then ask the Second Brother to take care of the child. I really like the child, don't let her suffer.” Linglong pointed at Bao.

“Linglong, don't worry, she won't suffer.” The man said hastily.

“Baby, wait here. Don't be naughty, okay?” Hanson put Bao down, with Bao's character and abilities, what kind of bad thoughts does a man really have? Who doesn't necessarily lose?

“Baby's a good boy.” Baby looks like a good boy.

Hanson touched her head before walking into the hall with Linglong.

After entering the hall, the gate of the hall closed automatically. Hanson saw no one in the hall. There was only one altar, which made him ask: "Does your second brother seem different from you? ”

Linglong walked to the altar side and said: “Tai Shang's children will be divided into two series after birth. One will train my Tai Shang's" Tai Yuzhen ", the other will practice other genetic techniques according to their own tastes and talents. I and Brother Tourmaline are practicing" Tai Shang Sense ", the second brother Li Yuzhen is the other. ”

“Why make such a distinction?” Hanson asked curiously.

Linglong paused, then said if nothing happened: “Practice the" Too Much Sensibility ", the world's seven and six desires will be very faint to see, not to my people to continue. ”

Hansonton understood why it was so divided. It was for the continuation of race. Otherwise, too many people do not eat fireworks, like robots. Where can future generations continue to this day?

Looking up, he found that the altar was somewhat strange in shape. If the center of the large altar was with a large jade furnace, there was nothing else.

“Drop a drop of your blood into the furnace.” Linglong said that he had reached out his finger and dropped a drop of blood into it.

Hanson already knew about the process from the master of the Town Palace and did not hesitate to put a drop of his own blood directly into it.

After two drops of blood entered the jade furnace, the jade furnace actually lit up, and the inner glow flowed, as if the cosmic aurora was pouring over it.

Hanson was curious to measure the jade furnace, although he could not see the inner situation, but the aura and aurora emitted from the jade furnace filled the universe with Xuan Ao's rationality.

As the light flowed in the jade furnace, the light gradually concentrated on the embossed pattern outside the jade furnace, which was an isometric triangle.

As the light in the furnace changes, the flashing light on the triangle pattern becomes more and more obvious. Conversely, the light in the furnace gradually extinguishes, and seems to be concentrated on the triangle pattern.

When the triangle was already as bright as the sun, Linglong said, "Push your palm over the triangle. ”

“Which hand?” Hanson asked with a blink of his eyes.

“Whatever.” Linglong said.

“Men left and women right, then left.” Hanson pressed his hall hand over the triangle pattern.

Suddenly, it felt like the palm of his left hand was burned by iron. Hanson subconsciously retracted the palm of his hand, but saw that the triangle pattern on the jade furnace had disappeared, and there was an extra triangle pattern on his left palm, which was gleaming.

As the burning sensation dissipated, the triangle pattern gradually disappeared and eventually disappeared altogether.

“Is that it?” Hanson looked curiously at Linglong and asked.

“Yes.” Ling nodded slightly.

Hanson knew that Ling should have been able to sense all his senses and thoughts by this time, and the seven senses were in her senses, and her eyes turned.

But before Hanson could do anything, Ling's cheeks were red and she said, "Stop it! ”

“Turns out you can really sense my mind.” Hanson looked at Linglong and said.