Super God Gene

A black-headed cricket jumped out of a stone seam and fought with the big, ink-green gecko.

Cricket is only as big as a fist, much smaller than a gecko, but it is extremely fast, it fought completely without falling out of the wind, one black, one green and two shadows by the pool the rabbit foxed, it was quite a good fight.

Interesting to see Hanson on a stone. Neither genetic species has a high grade. It should be just the Viscount grade, but it's quite intense and it feels like a fight.

“Smaller sparrows are meat, and when they're almost fought, they're egged together, and taken back should be able to sell some money, or at least solve the rent problem for a while.” Take a look at Korean.

Hanson was looking at the smell of Tsujin and suddenly saw the toxic tumor explode on the gecko. The green liquid blossomed like a flower, spraying the cricket all over him.

The crust on the cricket was suffocated like sulphuric acid, smoking white and quickly corroded.

Crickets squeaked and landed on the floor. The gecko's eyes succeeded and rushed up quickly. Crickets struggled to drill through the stone seams.

But the venom on the gecko was too poisonous. Without waiting for the cricket to climb to the stone's seam, the crust on the body had been corroded by the flesh and blood, and the eyes seemed to be dying.

Crickets were like a backlit light, the rear legs pressed hard, the bloody body jumped up, hiding from the gecko's tongue, while drilling into the stone seam.

“So badly wounded, it's useless to escape back to the nest, afraid it won't have to be done by a gecko, it's going to turn into blood.” Hanson was about to see the timing and was about to do it, but suddenly his pupils contracted.

When the gecko rushed to the front of the stone seam, a cold light suddenly appeared in the stone seam, and the big inky green gecko didn't even have a chance to react, and turned directly into a fossil.

“Oh, that cricket still has petrochemical power? Then why didn't he just use it?” Hanson felt a little confused.

I couldn't think too much of it. Hanson was afraid that the cricket was too badly wounded. Later, it turned directly into blood water. His Xuan Huang scripture was even more powerful, and there was no way to beat a beach of blood into eggs.

As soon as his body flashed, Hanson came to the front of the stone seam, condensed the Xuan Huang scripture, and formed a blood ray that struck the large petrochemical ink and green gecko.

Although its body has been petrified, under the power of the Xuanhuang scripture, it was rapidly degraded and quickly turned into an inky green egg the size of a pigeon egg.

He grabbed the gecko egg, and Hanson reached for it and bombarded it next to the stitch, trying to blow the stitch apart and see what happened to the cricket inside.

Who knew this punch would go on and just blow a few cracks out of the stone, but could not directly smash it.

“Hey, what's going on?” Hanson was slightly surprised, how terrible his punch was, not to mention the stone, even if the alloy steel plate was torn apart, but only a few cracks were left on the stone, obviously those stones were a little odd.

Hanson saw that there was no movement in the stitches and no petrochemical beam was emitted again. He bombarded the past several punches in a row. Until the fourth punch, the stone was smashed by him, and the stitches were expanded to resemble a basin of adults.

Hanson's eyes looked into the cave, but it was a slight glimpse. He saw a stone cave the size of a bathtub. He didn't see the shadow of a cricket. There was only a beach of blood on the ground, and 89 out of 10 were carcasses of that cricket.

“What's that?” Hanson stared at the bloody water.

The stone cave was very damp, with a thick layer of moss, corroded by blood water, and that piece of moss was melted, revealing the rock below.

The stone below is very flat, as if it had been manually polished, and there are some symbols engraved on it, but it doesn't look very obvious under the blood water and moss.

Hanson wiped away all the moss from the neighborhood and quickly found that beneath the stone cave, it looked like a special symbolic slate.

Hanson smashed all the rocks around him, tried to get the slab out, but the slab was four feet long and one foot wide, and I didn't know how thick it was down there, it was hard to get it out directly.

Hanson had to put up with the resistance and smash the rock on one side of the slab, which revealed that the slab was half a foot thick and that the gray white stone was essentially different from the granite next to it.

After a long time, Hanson finally dug the slab out of it, and when Hanson dragged the whole slab out, he realized it wasn't a slab, it was a stone box.

Hansen tried to open the box, but the lock hole of the box didn't respond at all. Hansen split his palm for a knife and left only a few white marks on the box.

“Looks like this is a little weird.” Hanson looked at the sky early, and there were no octopuses around. After dragging the box out, he checked the inside of the stone cave and found nothing else, which was why he filled the stone cave with pebbles.

“The petrified light just now, it shouldn't have been the cricket, it doesn't look like a stone gene species. If not, it should be the masterpiece of the box, but why did I dig the box again and toss it for so long, but the box didn't respond?” Hanson shrugged himself.

Although Hanson thought he was handsome, he shouldn't be handsome enough to differentiate between stone boxes.

“What exactly is the reason?” Hanson looked at the top of the magazine, where there were also traces of blood drained by the cricket, but it had dried up and solidified.

Hanson suddenly moved into his mind: "Is this thing not going to react until he sees blood? ”

That's what I thought, but Hanson didn't intend to experiment with his own blood, looked around, tried to hunt down a genetic species, and see if he could activate the cartridge with the blood of a genetic species.

“Ding!” Hanson suddenly heard a sound like a string moving from the grass not far away, seeing as the sky had completely dimmed, a crescent moon hung on the hill.

Less often than not, the sound of a string of music was heard around, as if someone was twisting the ancient qin, and the sound was even beautiful, and it looked extremely remote in the valley at night.

Hansonton held his breath and his body remained motionless as if petrified.

Octopus does not have vision, but is extremely sensitive to sounds. Mosquitoes screaming a few miles away cannot hide their ears and eyes, so if you want to catch octopus, you must not make any sound, even the beating sound of the heart will disturb them.

It's too hard to catch them when they crawl out of the ground and hit them in the vicinity.

Hanson controlled his body, sitting there like a stone, and quickly saw it in the grass not far away, rising slowly from the grass with a white bright light, like a firefly in the night.