Super God Gene

“Yes.” Du Rulanlian said.

“If you want, cut off your head, take him to the side palace to test his veins.” Hansen did not intend to give the blood of the light-burning god of fortune directly, but to give it to him by the beheaded queen.

As for the blood given to the lights, it depends on his own gift, at best one or two, but it is not possible to force the beheaded queen to give him hereditary blood.

Du Rulan listened to the statue of Fortune and couldn't help but look slightly. After seeing that the beheaded queen had gone to the side palace, he had to thank her again and followed the beheaded queen to the side palace.

Du Rulan was a good native, saw the cut-off statue of the side palace, instantly knew that this cut-off queen was actually a deputy god of the Temple of Fortune, and he couldn't help but be somewhat disappointed.

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But today, Durulan is naturally not good enough to say anything. Their mother and son can survive. They have already achieved great transformation. Where dare they pick and pick?

The beheaded queen came to the divine case with the little boy in her arms, put the little boy on top and said to him: "If you wish to worship under this queen, take the sacrifice knife, cut off your fingers, and drop blood into the furnace. ”

“My lord, he's too young, let me help him.” Durulan stood up to help, but suddenly felt immobile and suppressed by a horrible force.

“It's his choice.” The beheaded queen said softly.

Durulan could not speak or move, he could only look at his son with his eyes open and his heart burned like fire.

The little boy was truly extraordinary. After so many changes, he didn't cry. After listening to the Queen with a severed head, he climbed up himself, took the sacrificial knife on the divine case, cut off his little finger, and let the blood drip into the furnace.

Boom!

Only the purple and black light flame in the furnace rose overnight, turning into a flame of astonishment. The whole temple was enlarged, and a blackhead with a blast appeared in the stars.

Hanson couldn't help but laugh inside the main hall: “The lights are indeed worth burning, and even though he died and was reincarnated, he was also very comparable. ”

Thinking that the lights could take the Buddha from an unnamed small family into the forest of the strong, or even almost make the Buddha the top superior family, the strength of its ability is very comparable.

“My lord, behead wants to make a covenant with him to be my hereditary blood.” The beheaded queen came to pray on her knees before the statue of the god of wealth.

“Yes.” Hanson said only one word.

There was no hesitation on the part of the beheaded queen, and the black and purple flames of the ceiling and the puppet were rising, turning into the flames of terror and descending towards the little boy.

The little boy was suddenly wrapped in purple and black flames of light, with a strange decapitation stamp on his forehead, and one of those stamps represented the brand of the Destroyer.

“The Beat Queen is a destructive god?” If Doo were surprised and surprised at the moment, he couldn't believe what his eyes saw.

The deputy god of a temple would actually be the supreme existence of the Destruction Class. She could not imagine how terrible the righteous god of this temple was.

“God have mercy, my son finally has hope.” Du Rulanxi cried.

Hanson watched the little boy make a pact with the beheaded queen and became a hereditary bloodline of the beheaded queen. His face had to change somewhat oddly, and some strange images appeared in his brain.

Thinking about how little boys grow up in the future, like the ancestors who lit the lights, while holding the headset in their hands to kill countless powerful people, makes Hanson feel very strange.

Qin Bai and Bao sat face-to-face in front of the board in a small garden in the ancient castle of Fengjia.

“Baby, can you play chess? I'll teach you how to play.” Qin Bai said with great pride.

Bao whispered in disdain: "Did you learn chess from my father? ”

“I've come to forget about this. You're Hanson's daughter. How can you not play chess? That's perfect. You and I killed 300 plates. I won't be merciful.” Qin Bai smiled.

“If it's up to you, make sure you put down 300 plates.” Baby laughed, too.

“Of course, you go first.” Qin Bai said with great pleasure.

He is obsessed with chess, not to mention not having to practice swords to make him play more plates.

Baby was also welcome, fingering a stone bead and jumping forward.

This son fell into Qin Bai's eyes, but it was not like that. It seemed like an astonishing sword rushed towards him. It made him feel like he could even pierce the dome.

Qin Bai tried to scream, but found himself unable to scream and could not move. He could only watch the tremendous sword rush into his head, and suddenly peed his pants.

Of course, it is not true swordsmanship, but the heart swordsmanship used by Bao. This sword technique was originally learned by Hanson, who did not learn all of it, but occasionally used several swords and was learned by Bao.

Today, Bao used Heart Swordsmanship to simulate the sword intent of Bolan Swordsmanship, directly attacking Qin Bai's will, making him feel the sword intent of Bolan Swordsmanship.

Learning is a difficult thing, especially for those who are unwilling to learn, than going to heaven.

But in one case, people can learn quickly and it's hard to forget.

That is what is called eating a long wisdom, which means that the bigger the loss, the stronger the memory, not really smarter.

The more heartache it it is, the easier it is to remember the lesson. This is exactly the way Bao is going to use it. She wants this prince to remember the sword profoundly.

So Qin Bai's tragic life began. He found himself unable to scream or move, and even his body could play chess without control and Bao.

But every next son, Bao will turn into a horrible wave sword intended to kill him. Even though he knew later that the sword will not kill him, Qin Bai still felt painful and desperate.

The pressure brought about by the sword intent is difficult for ordinary people. The trauma of the mind is not as simple as physical pain. However, Qin Bai had to endure the slaughter of that horrible sword method over and over again. Each time, he made Qin Bai feel like he was dying, and his heart collapsed like nothing else.

His guards did not know anything, but thought that the prince was playing chess with Bao. Nobody knew. Qin Bai is now suffering inhuman suffering.

Jia Yazhen is in a very good mood now. In the past, Prince Qin Bai was most afraid of her. Even though he was so stubborn, he would surely listen to her and honestly and seriously complete her assignments.

But who knew this time, Qin Bai did not practise his sword and ran out of the palace to play, which really worried Jia, worried about the future fate of the Empire of Qin.