Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Cheng Yuanzheng was shivering all over, his pupils were dilated, and his blue veins were exposed!

   His bloodshot eyes stared at Yao Wang, his lips chapped and bleeding. "Bastard! I will kill you one day!"

   Yao Wang shook his red hair and turned a pen in his hand, admiring his masterpiece.

   "Master Ji, don't be so impulsive, you're still a patient, it's not good to be so irritable."

   He waved his hand and ordered casually.

   "This plaster is full again, please change it."

   Cheng Yuanzheng's struggling movements stopped, his muscles tense to the point of twitching.

  Yao Wang kindly reminded me.

   "Be careful, Dashao Ji is an abandoned disciple of Wudang, and he is a boy who has practiced as a boy. Don't capsize in the gutter."

  The white coat expressionlessly took out a needle and stabbed it quickly and accurately.

   The potion advanced, and after waiting for two seconds, Cheng Yuanzheng rolled his eyes and collapsed, sweating profusely all over his body, and the sweat had a strange smell, and even a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time.

   Yao Wang frowned in disgust, turned and left the room.

  The room is airtight, with no windows and no vents, 24-hour monitoring without leaving the person, and recording the most real data of human drug testing.

   Ji Fengyun's performance is the best, his physique is not ordinary in small practice martial arts, even if he suffers severe memory loss, he is stronger than other garbage.

   Yao Wang attached great importance to him, no, the whole organization attached importance to Ji Dashao's test results.

  If he can hold out to the end, then it indicates the success of the organization experiment.

   They will officially launch the "Creation" plan, they don't have to lick their blood and hide their tails, but they can walk in the world openly and enjoy the countless rights of wealth and beauty...

"How?"

  Aisen is dressed in a white European-style court dress, with blond hair tied behind his head, and his snow-like face is flawless, just like Dionysus, the **** of wine in Greek mythology, as beautiful as androgynous.

"not bad."

   Yao Wang turned the pen in his hand, like a naughty student.

   But if someone really dared to look down on him like this, they would definitely regret it.

   "With dim sum, the godfather is very concerned about our progress. Adolf's side has entered the next stage, and we are already behind."

  Eisen spoke in an arrogant British accent, and glanced at the tightly closed metal door, as if he was talking about the fine weather at the moment and whether there would be a sudden rain later.

   "I have confidence in Ji Dashao."

   Yao Wang smiled charmingly, looked at the plaster that had been carefully cut in half, removed and glued together, and raised his chin at Aisen.

   "How is my masterpiece, is there any progress?"

  Eisen stared blankly at the silver mess on the plaster, and nodded lightly.

   "Your study with that manga master is very effective. If he is still alive, I believe that your drawing skills will be improved to a higher level."

   Yao Wang raised one corner of his lips, and the pen in his hand turned a circle of afterimages.

   "I'm familiar with Emma, ​​and even the mole on the inner thigh is just right. You're just a little short, but this is not something a teacher can teach."

   "There is an old saying in China that the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual. I want to improve my painting skills and become a veritable manga master. What I lack is practice."

   His arm was frivolously placed on Eisen's shoulder, and the shiny black leather coat contrasted sharply with the snow-white dress.

   "Aisen, you are the most perfect model I have ever seen, a gift from the creator! Let's go to the hot springs together!"

  Aisen's brows and eyes were still, his red lips were blood-like.

   "I think, you should go and see our Ji now, don't let him be ruined by you so quickly. You don't want to disappoint me, right?"

   Yao Wang froze all over, pretended to withdraw his arms naturally, and went back to the room with a laugh.

   "Yes, baby."