An Qing glanced at Ming Yuan and had a deeper understanding of Ling Sen, a shady and petty player.
However, Ming Yuan, who did not understand what kind of person Ling Sen was, was confused.
Compared with Ling Sen, An Qing suddenly felt that the cunning Ming Yuan in the memory of the original owner was not enough.
She silently put away the bowls and chopsticks, glanced at Ming Yuan sympathetically, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and returned with the bowls and chopsticks. kitchen At 1:10 p.m., Ling Sen walked out of his room on time.
Ming Yuan was not restricted from moving, so even though An Qing's meal was not for him, he didn't starve himself.
He just ate some.
The vegetables brought in by outsiders may be some synthetic semi-finished products.
Although the taste was not that good, it did not delay Ming Yuan from eating, so when Ling Sen and An Qing went downstairs, he was sitting on the floor of the living room burping.
Ling Sen glanced at Ming Yuan with disgust and glanced at An Qing.
An Qing shrugged, meaning that he couldn't get Ming Yuan away.
Ling Sen curled his lips and chuckled.
He moved his fingers lightly and lifted Ming Yuan who was sitting on the ground.
Yuan dragged them away directly, while An Qing followed them leisurely, holding his shoulders.
From the living room to the laboratory in the basement, Ming Yuan was dragged forcefully, bumping into things from time to time.
When he arrived at the laboratory, his face and body were covered in bruises.
Huge shadowless lamps and countless bottles of unknown liquids were listed on the huge tables on both sides of the laboratory.
An Qing glanced at it and looked directly at the operating table in the center.
Ming Yuan was thrown directly onto the operating table by Ling Sen.
He realized something was wrong and wanted to struggle, but found that his limbs had been fixed by huge steel fixators, while An Qing and Ling Sen put them on slowly. surgical gown.
"Don't be stupid, you and I are the same kind.
She is an ordinary human being, a guinea pig used by my parents for experiments.
She won't live long.
You have superhuman strength, and so do I.
We are the ones who People who can understand each other."
Ming Yuan lay on the operating table, sweating as he watched An Qing take out a row of knives with cold light.
He shouted to Ling Sen, who was standing aside in surgical clothes.
"In your eyes, the experimental subjects deserve to die, right?
It's a pity that you are not my kind, she is."
Following Ming Yuan's words, Ling Sen's expression turned cold, and he gently opened his chest.
There were some staggered scars inside the layer of clothing.
An Qing was standing aside.
When Ling Sen was doing this, she also saw it.
She held the scalpel in her hand and said, "You are also an experimental subject."
"Yes, it was my parents who sent me to the experimental platform.
Just to fulfill their greatest ideal, I became a victim."
Ling Sen turned to look at An Qing and said with a smile, as if those things were not his most miserable. same experience.
"Does it still hurt?"
An Qing put down the knife in his hand, touched one of the wounds on his neck, and asked with a frown.
The slightly cold touch through the gloves made Ling Sen feel warmth for the first time in many years.
He grabbed An Qing's hand and smiled softly: "It doesn't hurt because I took revenge, so I don't feel the pain anymore."
Go and take your revenge, and then you won’t feel pain anymore, at least it won’t hurt here.”
As he said that, Ling Sen gestured to the position of his heart.
Without anesthesia, An Qing did it directly, just like what the Ming family couple did to the original owner in order to maintain the perfect organ transplant state.
It was just that the original owner wanted to win the approval of the Ming family couple, so that Ming Yuan, the so-called brother, could endure it all the time.
However, Ming Yuan screamed after receiving only one blow from An Qing. tgt ttrgt: