Super God Gene

Hanson had just returned to the hotel, and Lady Yang said with excitement: “My lord... all of them... sold out... the genetic eggs we had on the shelf... all but the mutant octopus were filmed...”

Hanson probably knew what was going on. He was shocked at the banquet. He was a wealthy rich man. He came to his shop curious, and it was normal to shoot some genetic eggs.

“Take the mutant octopus eggs off the shelf. After the rest of the shipment is finished, don't do it for now, until I get the new genetic eggs.” Hanson had no intention of making any genetic eggs, and his aim was not purely to make money, just enough.

“My lord, although you are intelligent, you can dig genetic eggs on your own, wasting your time without saying it, and not forming a good supply and marketing relationship, which is not conducive to long-term development.” Lady Yang said.

“Old Yang, what do you mean?” Hanson looked at Mrs. Yang and asked.

“We can find a way to buy goods and sell them online, so that although we make less money, it's a long stream of fine water...” Yang explained his thoughts in detail.

“Then the matter bothers you.” Hanson handed over the funds and rights to Mrs. Yang.

Mr. Yang was very excited to prepare his fists and legs. He did not have a spiritual bloodline before, nor did he have much pursuit. Now he has a spiritual bloodline, or a perfect spiritual bloodline. Mrs. Yang was like a teenager, full of energy.

“By the way, St. Vincent Deer is yours for the time being.” Hanson said that he transferred the San Wenbei deer to Lady Yang. If he had any trouble while he was away, Lady Yang could also resist one or two.

“Don't worry, my lord, the old man must run the shop.” Yang was excited and speechless, and he had never thought that one day he would be able to drive the divine genetic species as well.

“Safety comes first, everything else is fine.” Hanson waved and went back to his room.

Laying in bed, Hanson took out the stone handlebars and sighed in his heart: “I'm so sorry that even Miss Xiangyin sent me to ruin the sky tower when it exploded. ”

Putting the stones together to play the songs taught to him by the incense sounds, as before, there was a cloud of fog spilling through the holes, forming a cloud above him.

There was sound coming out of the cloud, like thunderbolts, like low-pitched Buddhist.

This voice Hanson heard many times and didn't know exactly what it meant. Today, because of the fragrance of his heart, he didn't have a room to listen to those sounds, he just closed his eyes and watched himself play.

Whispering, distant and quiet, the power of the tonal system is the power of tremor, but the sound of Whispering will calm the mind, even if it is a little restless, it will be sensed by the sound, and the mind will be calm.

Hanson finished blowing a song, touching the stone in his hand, and his closed eyes opened, but this time when he saw the cloud above his head, it was slight.

When Hanson used to play, all he could hear was the sound of a god, and he couldn't understand what it meant.

But this time, not only did he hear the murmur, but he also saw the golden lightning flashing in the cloud.

What's even weirder is that the electric lines formed by those lightning bolts actually look like symbols or words. Although Hanson hasn't seen those words, he doesn't know why. When he sees those messages, he has a strange feeling in his mind, and he seems to have read them all at once.

Hanson suddenly came to the spirit, staring at the changing golden thunder in the cloud and remembering it carefully, the more surprised he looked.

Just for a moment, the lightning has gradually converged, and the sounds inside have gradually disappeared, and soon even the clouds have dissipated.

Hanson hastily took out the stones and played again. Soon, the clouds gathered again, and the chanting sounds were heard again inside, but the golden thunder lines did not appear again.

“How did this happen?” Hanson repeatedly tried several times, and the result was the same: no matter how he played, even if he tried his best to play a song, there was no gold thunder coming out of the cloud.

“Damn it, it's obviously the same song, the same person, and Shiqiu is the same one, why is there such a big difference?” Hansen wondered how different it was from what he was playing.

“When I used to play, I didn't think about it so much. I was just feeling the past and Miss Kanyin, but now I have a lot of thoughts, and if there's any difference, that's all.” Hanson wants to get his emotions back and brag again.

Unfortunately, even though you have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, you can't control it. It's just an accidental tremor of the mind. It can also be instantaneous awareness, beyond human control.

The less Hanson thinks about it, the less he can get into that mood and finally give up.

“If what those golden thunderbolts mean is true, it's amazing.” Hansen said secretly in his heart.

Though he did not see the complete thunder message, the mere words he saw were already astonishing, and the recorded method of casting God.

The so-called method of casting a god is not the cultivation of a divine genetic species, but the method of casting a true god.

Unfortunately, Hanson sees only a part of it, with no head and no tail, only a little extrapolation.

“How can I see the full text?” Hanson really wanted to figure out how he was going to be able to cast a god, and whether or not it was true.

“Sacrifice the gods!” The illusion of the Great Heavenly Demon appeared in front of Hansen, looking at the stone in Hansen's hand, with a fire in his eyes.

“Do you know this thing?” Hanson looked at the Great Demon and asked.

“It is called the sacrificial deity, and it is the sacrificial instrument of the sacrificial deity.” The Great Heavenly Demon replied, his gaze never shifted from the stone.

“I know it's a pigeon, I'm trying to ask you, what's the use of this thing?” Hanson frowned.

The Great Heavenly Devil took his eyes back and smiled slightly: "As the name suggests, it is of course an apparatus for worshipping the gods, otherwise what good is it? ”

Hanson looked at the Great Heavenly Demon and did not speak. From what the Great Heavenly Demon saw in Stonehenge, it would never be as simple as she said.

“Don't look at me like that, you can use it if you want, but have a good night with your concubine.” The Great Heavenly Demon lay on his side opposite Hansen, holding his finger against his chin, and said demonically.

“I still have things to do. Have fun on your own.” Hanson got up and got out of bed, and the Great Heavenly Demon didn't say it was okay. As long as he could figure out those thunder messages in the cloud, he should be able to figure out what Stonehenge was really for.

It's just that Hanson's own music is really not very good, that is, Miss Huai Xiangyin was accidentally inspired by the gold thunder.

Let him do it again, he's not in the mood, but he can't do it anyway.

“I can't do it myself, it doesn't mean that others can't. If that phoenix is really Miss Kanyin's reincarnation, she must be very talented in music and should be able to help me unravel the mystery of Xuan.” Hansen's mind reckons with herself and intends to play Phoenix to help.