In the basement where electric sparks flickered, Qin Feng tore up the research materials in his hands and stood up and walked towards the cylindrical culture glass vessel not far away that glowed with blue light.

The transformed Deadwood Monarch, who was quietly serving as a soft seat, followed closely behind.

Dozens of blood-colored tentacles on the half-exposed white back swayed gently like flowing willow branches.

Dangerous and mysterious.

When he came to the vessel and looked up, he saw a blond man's body floating unsteadily in a round glass cylinder filled with blue potion.

The cost is not big, it can only be called Birdie Vodka.

Touching his chin and watching, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes in thought.

It always feels like I have seen the cloned human body inside the cylinder somewhere.

While I was thinking deeply, the barrage started to flood the screen like crazy.

"Oh God!"

"That's the gluttonous Franks inside! The ogre who eats a dozen children a month!"

"Smash it!"

"Agree!"

More and more foreign spectators who recognized the identity of the clones started subtitles.

There are even sporadic barrages threatening to show some disobedience to the disobedient puppy country.

In the laboratory, Qin Feng continued to look at the intact cylindrical vessels nearby.

There are men and women in the vessel.

However, most of them are female clones of different shapes.

When he walked into the container where female clones were imprisoned, he consciously put away the camera.

There is nothing attractive about naked women, they are dull and boring, and they are not as beautiful as Indian monitors.

After standing there for several minutes admiring the number of female clones inside, Qin Feng couldn't help but nod.

There are various types of utensils; Lolita, girl, young woman, royal sister.

The skin is as tender as snow.

I don’t know what the small island nation does with these clones.

Not interesting.

Looking at a white-haired girl, Qin Feng thought for a moment and then put her into the vortex space.

A pretty girl clone.

When the senior Gu Dragon wakes up after devouring his soul and fell into a deep sleep, give him a big surprise.

He has been clamoring for a human body.

Qin Feng thought this one was pretty good.

Holding an energy-boosting stick in his mouth, he walked towards the door. Qin Feng flipped his hand, and the red-colored Death Rocket Launcher was easily carried on his shoulder.

The dark hole was pointed at the laboratory, with light flickering, sharp roars, and bright fire slowly emerging from the chaotic room.

After blowing a whistle, Qin Feng turned around with a smile and led Lord Kumu away.

It's better to find Qingli's limbs.

It's really sleepy at night.

Wear the live camera in your pocket again and continue walking around the silver channel.

When passing the corner, a group of indifferent-looking figures suddenly came into Qin Feng's sight.

Many indifferent figures were unambiguous. Without saying a word, they raised their guns and started shooting wildly. For a while, the silver special alloy channel crackled and moved one after another.

Let the bullets raze your body.

Qin Feng's expression was complicated and he turned around to stare at a young figure huddled in the crowd.

The other person looked the same as he did in his previous life before he died.

There is a difference.

His eyes were dull and he had no independent thoughts, like a flesh puppet without a soul.

It's a fake after all.

Seeing Qin Feng approaching, several clones armed with guns took out their weapons and started trying to engage in melee attacks.

It's a pity that the effect is not outstanding, so a few Dabi pockets solved it by three times, five times, five times and two times.

Take out a handkerchief and wipe your palms.

Qin Feng, who was covered in blood, slowly came to the fake who was still holding a gun and shooting with his arms raised in the air.

"Crack!"

A Dabi Dou's head exploded.

Very comfortable feeling.

Feeling so comfortable that he killed the fake in front of him, Qin Feng actually felt that the bottleneck in his realm had disappeared.

It's like a small bottle of Coke changing into a large bottle of Coke.

Next, you only need to fill up your spiritual power to break through the early stage of seventh level and reach the middle stage.

The kind that comes naturally...

The suburbs of Magic City.

Suguo's closed bedroom suddenly heard the sound of suppressed crying.

Su Guo, who was watching the live broadcast with his sister Su Cheng on the sofa in the living room, looked stiff.

There was disbelief in his clear pupils.

You heard me right.

Is it my mentor who is crying in the room?

Why is the other party crying? Could it be that he was frightened by the bloody content?

Hesitated for a moment.

Su Guo patted Su Cheng, who rested his head on his shoulder, and then walked barefoot to the bedroom not far away...

…

In the underground passage, Qin Feng once again shot to death dozens of clones blocking the way, and a pair of golden pupils landed on the closed black door opposite.

After going around for so long, it is no surprise that Qingli's limbs should be inside.

It smells like her.

"Blow the door open for me."

After receiving the order, many vines behind the transformed Deadwood Lord condensed into giant sharp red spears, which then pierced through the solid black door.

Qin Feng let the broken iron pieces hit his body and stepped into it regardless.

The interior space of the Black Gate is relatively wide, with green smoke curling up. There are many various spiritual tablets enshrined inside, and weapons such as rusty sabers and rifles are placed in front of the spiritual tablets.

"Hall of Heroes." Four large fonts caught Qin Feng's eyes.

This place is the real Jingguo Sacred Toilet.

Honoring the so-called butcher heroes of the war.

Lifting his legs and kicking away many spiritual places in the way, Qin Feng began to search around like a bandit entering a village.

It didn't take long before I finally found a small coffin covered with dust in a corner.

After sensing it for a moment, he put it away with a smile.

It smells like Teacher Qing.

That’s right!

I just don't know where it is.

Smile and adjust the position and angle of the camera on your chest.

Qin Feng filled the cannonball and retreated to the door, whistled, and another missile blasted into it. In an instant, the fire in the house began to burn crazily!!

After watching for a moment, he clapped his palms, and the dead wood monarch beside him slowly transformed into his prototype. In just a few seconds, his huge body broke out of the ground with Qin Feng...

"Baga!"

Several cadres watching in the shelter of the small island nation suddenly showed expressions of eating shit.

The prepared plan is of no use in the face of absolute strength.

Qin Feng, standing on the shoulders of the dead tree monarch, looked bored.

As if thinking of something, he maliciously unzipped his trousers and pointed it at the Prime Minister's Office not far away, urinated hot urine and gave a middle finger.

The pig head mask on his face lifted up to reveal his lips, and then he slowly uttered a few big words, "Are mine bigger than yours?"

The barrage went silent for a moment, then started to pop up like crazy.

"Such a big angry bird must be Smecta from our Kimchi country!"

Kimchi Nation took the lead and started shouting again without saying anything...

After shaking his head, Qin Feng pulled up his trousers and showed his middle fingers again.
Chapter completed!