Super God Gene

Although it was only a moment ago, Hanson was already ready and stared at it, but he could not help but look at what the cold light was.

The roasted bird platoon flew less than three meters out in the air, had not yet landed on the ground, and the meat had been eaten up, leaving only bones scattered on the ground, while the cold light flew into the forest in the distance, disappearing, all in blink of an eye.

Hanson glanced at the place where the cold light disappeared, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled and his eyes revealed a suspicious color. The thing that robbed him of meat was actually a palm-sized white mouse.

Says it's a white mouse, and it seems a little wrong, although it's all white, it's a thinner, more like a smaller white weasel.

It's not enough of any kind of creature to surprise Hansen, and what really surprises Hansen is that when this guy vacated and grabbed his meat, he obviously had the power of the wind system on him, otherwise he couldn't have flown that far.

“It's a dusty place. How can there be creatures that can fly with the power of the wind?” Hansen Beth doesn't get it. It's weird.

Theoretically, there should be no creature other than Burial Heaven, the Lord of Dusty Heaven, capable of using extraordinary power in Dusty Heaven, but this little white mouse did.

“Is the power of this mouse strong enough to break the rules of heaven?” Nor can Hanson think of an answer.

Next, Hansen baked out the rest of the bird meat. After each bake, Hansen turned around for a while, and when he turned around, the barbecue would be devoured.

The white mouse's appetite is obviously very good, and it eats all the meat of Golden Wings, and there is nothing left.

Hanson didn't eat the barbecue, but he wasn't angry. Instead, there was a hidden interest in him. This little white mouse, perhaps, was breaking his hopes.

Put out the fire, Hanson gets up and leaves, and it may be useful for Hanson to collect as many genes as possible before he is discovered in the funeral.

Wherever the dust is dangerous, it is also an opportunity, and the breaking beasts here are just as weak and easier to hunt.

A dozen miles down the road, Hanson discovered another wild beast, a giant elephant, snow-white as a jade, and silver cast as an object of teeth.

Hanson didn't spend much effort, but in a matter of minutes, he smashed the giant elephant's head open.

“Hunt down the Borderbreaking Beast White Elephant and discover the Borderbreaking Gene. ”

Hanson dug up the gene that broke the boundary, and after swallowing it, he added only two more genes that broke the boundary. I don't know if it was the giant elephant that broke the boundary too low, or why.

Without immediately continuing the search for a broken beast, Hanson cut off the elephant meat and skewered and roasted the finest elephant's nose meat, but it was already fragrant.

Hanson just turned around and turned around and found the roasted meat missing.

“The guy did follow.” Hansen insinuated, then baked a few more pieces like meat, and as it turned out, every time Hansen turned around, the roasted pieces like meat disappeared.

I don't know how that little white mouse could eat so much meat.

Hundreds of tons of giant elephants, Hansen roasted most of them, and they were all eaten by the mice, and the rest of them, Hansen, instead of baking anymore, got up and left.

Hanson walked away and turned around again to find that the remaining elephant meat was still there and had not been eaten.

“Is that guy serious enough not to eat raw meat?” Hanson had a slight doubt in his mind.

If that thing wasn't raw meat before, then there's only one possibility, maybe it's someone else's pet, and that's why it had the chance to eat cooked meat, otherwise the white mouse would never have roasted meat himself or something.

Of course, it's also possible that the mouse ate raw meat before, but Hanson's barbecue kept his mouth, so now he doesn't eat raw meat.

“If it's the former possibility, I'm afraid there's only one person who can keep this pet in a place like Dusty Sky.” Hanson shrugged himself.

Without staying too long, Hanson got up to continue his search for the Borderline Beast, but when he was slaughtered by the Borderline Beast he found, he could bake it, but the meat was eaten by the white mouse.

After a long time, the white mouse didn't seem too scared, and understood that Zhang Zheng appeared closer to Hanson. Every time Hanson barbecued meat, he stared at it from afar.

As soon as the meat is cooked, it can't wait for Hanson to turn around and eat it. The wind is like a cloud, fast and incredible.

But no matter how he ate it, his belly didn't rise, like a bottomless abyss.

After eating, the white mouse flew further away, looking at Hanson far away, not intimately.

“White-eyed wolf... no... White-eyed mouse...” Hansen scolded, he wanted to use the power of the mouse, but let the mouse eat seven or eight borderbreaking beasts, but still couldn't earn the trust of the mouse.

“Take your time.” Hanson had no choice but to hunt for a broken beast while continuing to try to communicate with the mouse in the hope that it would let go of its guard completely.

Although he has not been able to seduce white mice successfully, Hanson's genetic breakdown has increased considerably, and he already has forty-three genetic breakouts. If there are enough animals here to hunt him down, maybe in ten and a half days, he will be able to reach the full genetic breakdown.

However, it is obviously not that easy to find. Hanson walked for half a day this time, and has not found a broken beast. So far, he has seen many ordinary creatures. Hanson is not interested in ordinary creatures, he just cares about his own rush.

As he walked to a stream, Hanson was drinking water by the stream, but he heard footsteps upstream, looked up and saw a familiar face.

“Is that you?" They shouted almost simultaneously and simultaneously put on a vigilant combat posture.

Walking down the creek was a man, dressed in black, with an unusually gentle face, who seemed to have nothing special, but Hanson knew how terrible a heart was hidden under this mildness.

“Ancient demon, what are you doing here?” Hanson looked at the man in front and asked.

“And why are you here?” The Ancient Devil looked at Hanson with a smile and did not deliberately give in, as he had done last time.

Hansen instantly turned to countless thoughts: “Is the ancient demon random or something special? Shortly after he broke the border, he didn't seem to have the ability to rush into the 33rd day... Wait... Where the 33rd heaven is so big, why did the burial heaven become the Lord of all dust and earth, and the ancient demons came here? ”