"I just like your mouth shut." No.7 wore a mask and a protective mask, and then she wore hygiene and protection, and she also gave herself two or three layers of scales.
He’s a perfect interpreter of three words. He’s scared to death.
"Stubborn, strong, rock-like will" No.7 pulls the rubber material of gloves with good elasticity. He lifts a needle tube from the tray and makes a splash. "This kind of will is most suitable for carving some beautiful objects."
Seven suddenly realized that he put the needle back and smiled, "I forgot how you need anesthesia?"
Wen Jiuyi looked at him and read out a name "Wenlai"
The seventh finger is holding a bone cleaver, a boning knife, a bone cleaver and many grotesque roots, which should not appear on the planer tool.
"I know, I know," said No.7 casually. "The Sullivan tragedy."
This tragedy that turned Wen 91 upside down didn’t even have a place in the heart of No.7. The name Wen Lai is Wen 91 madness, and the note behind it is that they are bound to find clues when looking for Wingel.
No.7 has forgotten the appearance and screams of the male insect.
If those beautiful wing fragments hadn’t decorated Lord Cali collection room, he wouldn’t even be able to tell the characteristics of the male insect.
"night pearl butterfly species"
What is this compared with the hymn goddess skirt butterfly? Talking about the beauty of fist-sized males in the parasitic world is a dessert decoration. They diners should take pictures and make a card. Should they finally throw away the ground or concentrate on dessert?
The trash can is the destination of beauty
"You’re not their child," No.7 said airily. "If I were you, I would never do such a stupid thing. A male worm gave up his ministerial position and fell out with the military department."
"Shut up! ！” Wen Jiuyi propped up his half-length arm, but the weakness made him fall to the ground in one breath. His eyes were on shoes No.7 and a trash can.
"Haha" No.7 happily kicked over the trash can.
All kinds of expired pills, surgical wastes and weird tissues are mixed with Wen Jiuyi’s favorite pearlescent blue, and those beautiful wing fragments are mixed with other colors and swill and poured into them in a sticky and tarnished way.
"Lord Cali suddenly doesn’t like these things. He asked me to deal with them." Seven chose a large bone chopper for a long time. He grabbed Wen Jiuyi’s hair and dragged the male worms back to the operating table. "I’m too lazy to think about dumping them all."
You have something to say.
My story is logical. Wen Jiuyi is dead.
My storyline. What are you talking about? Say it again? ? Look at me! Look at me! Bad luck!
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I have to move recently, and I will be able to stabilize myself when I move there!
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 18 Chapter 18
stage Ⅱ
Bread that has expired will be thrown away.
If you lose your freshness, you will be sealed by the owner to the warehouse and put it in the corner to eat ash.
After being eaten, it is a natural thing for No.7 that the male worm with milli-value appears in the trash can. He knows that Wen Jiuyi will be sad and sad, and that this male worm will be even crazier and more unscrupulous …
What does this have to do with me?
On the 7th, he heard the sound of the male insect kicking his feet, and his nails were pricked and rubbed on the concrete floor. He bowed his head and saw Wen Jiuyi’s face.
No expression, all muscles are slightly tight, face.
Only the tears stopped.
No.7 liked the moment when the tears didn’t fall. He rudely threw Wen Jiuyi back to the plough table. Many organs in the male and female chimeras have research value, but the male worm face is the least valuable thing by comparison.
"Don’t worry," No.7 knife patted Wen Jiuyi on the cheek. "You will be able to play with him soon."
He can’t beat Wen Jiuyi.
However, there are many means in this world. Before No.7, the gray lines broke Wen Jiuyi’s hamstring and hamstring. If there were not too many blood vessels from the spine, No.7 would be very happy to see Wen Jiuyi paralyzed.
"Let me see, where shall we start first?" No.7 mused, "I like to peel things slowly and completely more carefully than Lord Cali … Like a male bug with Sally’s number, Lord Cali just pulls out his wings … After all, it’s not important to take things by the way."
Wen Jiuyi closed his mouth and seemed to be saying something.
No.7 can’t tell whether the male worm is aphasia or tortured to a nervous breakdown by himself. He has the greatest curiosity about the dying prey-the monarch moth Yin Yang butterfly is much rarer than the night pearl butterfly.
The latter will be born in 30 or 40 years, and they will always be born if they are willing to live.
The former is that genetics and epigraphy capture the loopholes in life.
"What did you say?" No.7 leaned in. He carefully swept all the weapons aside, and his ears were attached to the male insect. His scales were muffled and he couldn’t hear clearly. No.7 turned to guess what the male insect said.
"Oracle …"
Wen Jiuyi opened his accent and silenced "roll"
