Super God Gene

Hanson now finally knows why the bald head is still staring at the water, watching his reflection in the water, and Hanson now has only one feeling.

“How fucking handsome!” Hanson knew something was wrong, but he couldn't help but look away from his reflection. The more he looked at love, the more he liked it, as if he had met a lover who thought of life.

Hanson squatted alongside his bald head by the river and looked down there hard, as if he had gone into a demon.

“Something's wrong... it's really wrong... I can't look anymore... it's beautiful...” Hansen's heart tangled, but he couldn't help but look, and with his willpower, he couldn't resist that temptation.

Hanson knew that it was not his own willpower that was in question, but that he was bound by some kind of power, forcibly distorting his will and making him fall in love with his own reflection in the water.

Now the only thing Hanson's happy about is that he's not in love with that bald reflection.

“Until after dark, without light, there should be no reflection in the water.” Hansen still has a clear line in his mind, but there's no way out of this.

Over time, the two of them squatted on the water and watched as the sun set and the sky dimmed.

Hanson thought it would be better, but who knows that Guiaxing not only has a moon, but there are as many as three, three rounds of moon emptying, brightening the night, reflections in the river are still visible.

Even more frightening, Hanson's impulse to embrace the reflection arose when his love for reflection grew more and more inexorable.

Hanson was still just impulsive, but the bald head had stood up and opened his hands to the river, walking a little towards the river, with a smile on his face.

Hanson's willpower was also able to barely support him, forcing him to look at the bald head beside him with the light of the corner of his eyes, only to see him walking all the way into the river, with a silly smile on his face, one step at a time into the river.

The crystal clear river gradually disappeared past his knees and thighs. Hanson watched his bald head step into the water, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. Instead, his smile became brighter and brighter, as if to embrace the big girl he liked.

“It must be the genetic species that's acting weird. The genetic species in this world is a bit evil. What the hell is this?” Even though Hanson understood what he was thinking, he couldn't help but get up and walk into the water.

Knowing that it was just a reflection, knowing that it shouldn't be, but Hanson just wanted to hug the reflection in the water, as if it were the only way to solve the pain of thinking in his heart.

This feeling is like the bridge segment of those dog blood TV dramas, knowing that the other party was his own father's enemy, but he couldn't help but fall in love with him, like a flaming moth, even though his heart knew it was death, but he didn't regret it.

“Is it Uncle Ching? Is he messing around again? No, if it were him, he would have appeared and killed me. I am now bound by this strange power and have no ability to resist.” Hanson flashed countless thoughts in his heart, but man had walked into the river.

The river was cold but could not cool down the heat in Hanson's heart. He still walked one step at a time towards the depth of the river, watching the river cross his thighs, but it was also difficult to stop himself.

How can someone who wants to summon a genetic species and is in love be able to pull a knife from their lover? Not because they can't, but because they don't want it at all.

Although Hanson knew that this reluctance was not his true will, he could not defy it.

Bald head went in earlier than he did, and walked faster than Hanson, when the river had gone past his bald head.

Hanson knew he was going to die, and the world's humans, the body itself, were not very strong, and without the help of a genetic species, he couldn't have survived in the water for long.

It doesn't matter if Hanson arrives himself, even if he is seduced into the water, he can still live well and it's impossible to try to kill him in the water.

“I came to see if you had any other means.” Hanson stepped into the river, and soon the river drowned his eyes so that he could no longer see his reflection.

But the disappearance of the reflection did not restore him to freedom. Man in the water, his eyes actually saw in the river water in front of him, and there was a figure just like him floating in the water, looking at him smiling at the depths of the river opposite him.

Hanson couldn't help but walk towards him, one step deep into the river.

Hanson saw the bald head walking in front, his face had turned ugly, his mouth had been blistering, obviously filled with a lot of water, and he could not breathe in the water, and this time he would drown very quickly.

Even so, the bald face still had that smile of joy, but at this point the smile looked like a separate horror, like the smile of Death.

Hanson frowned slightly, although bald did not know him, but as long as he was not an enemy, Hanson was not willing to watch a fellow die in front of himself.

As Hanson hesitated to forcibly break the oppression of the world, he suddenly saw a strange light shining ahead.

Hanson gazed and saw a blurry halo at the bottom of the river, like a giant gem emitting a spectacular light deep in the river.

And the shadow in the water lured Hanson in the direction of the phantom halo at the bottom of the river.

Hanson carefully weighed the halo and gradually looked at the true face of the halo. It turned out to be a huge shell with a milky white translucent shape that looked like a jade crystal engraved.

At this time, the giant shell had been opened, and when Hanson went to look at the shell, the shadow opposite had also been cast into the shell, which seemed to merge with a figure in the shell, allowing Hanson to transfer all his love to that figure as well.

Hanson finally figured out what the figure was in the shell. It was a wonderful woman with a cord in the shell, a soul-snapping cheek with one hand and a light veil on her body. The almost transparent veil was dancing in the water, making her charming torso more seductive.

The woman just leaned down in her shell and looked at Hanson. She didn't say anything, she didn't do anything, but Hanson, like a moth, couldn't help but walk towards her, as if she were her own entwined lover for thousands of years. Hate couldn't immediately pour her into her arms to take pity on her, and tell her all her love and love.

The bald head in front had passed out, wondering if it had been drowned, his body fluctuating in the water, his stomach rising like a ball.

And Hanson was still seduced by that power, walking one step toward the woman in the shell, who looked at him as if she could speak, as if she were saying, "Come, my lover, come in your arms. ”