Chapter 162

Amazement!

Looking at the dead golden cicada struggling powerlessly under the fine roots of the plague, Shen Qiang's shocked mood has been difficult to express in simple words.

The golden cicada.

A hundred years of gathering shape, a hundred years of increasing wisdom, a hundred years of rib health wings, three hundred years later soared.

Don't be afraid of water and fire, sword without injury!

If not, who would take 300 years to refine the cicada?

But it's such a powerful golden cicada.

In the eyes of the young plague, it's just food!

What's more shocking is that in front of the source of the plague, the golden cicada, who has already soared to the sky, has turned into a small insect that can't resist at all.

"Doctor Shen? What on earth did you do just now? "

Shocked to see, the corpse Jinchan was engulfed by the root of the plague.

Shen Qiang came back and said, "I didn't do anything, but the instrument is broken."

After that, Shen Qiang turned and left.

The director of brain medicine frowned and said, "can I? All the equipment is broken? But it's all right after he does it? "

The head of brain surgery looks at the monitoring data of those patients.

"It's really abnormal. The data of the patients before prove that we are not wrong. Shen Qiang must do something, but he doesn't seem to want us to know."

Shen Qiang, who was exhausted of Qi and had a flighty gait, hurried back to the oncology surgeon's duty room 2, which was specially used for interns without special circumstances.

A doctor in service won't come.

Sit in the chair.

Shen Qiang turned his mind and entered the sea of knowledge.

"Qingxuan is not good at protecting the master. Please punish him." Qingxuan kneels on one knee and shows his head down.

Looking at her white neck, Shen Qiang said, "get up, it's not your fault. If my cultivation is high enough, maybe there won't be such a problem."

"Thank you, master!" she said

One side of the green spin up.

At this time, Shen Qiang's attention has been put on the source of the plague.

"Son, come on, tell Dad, is that bug still alive?"

Whoo!

Countless fine roots raise the corpse to Shen Qiang.

Looking at the golden cicada, whose eyes can only rotate, Shen Qiang's mood becomes more complicated.

This is a baby.

If it can't be subdued, it will be a deadly killer.

"Evolution, evolution!"

The source of pestilence waving three leaves.

Then he took the corpse back into his body.

At this time, Shen Qiang noticed in horror.

The root of the plague is a round root like a bald head among the three leaves.

In one of the triangular spaces, there is the golden cicada.

Not only that.

What surprised Shen Qiang even more was that.

In this space at this time.

In addition to the body of the cicada, there has been a replica of the dead cicada.

it's as like as two peas.

But even if it's just looking.

Shen Qiang also learned from the emotion of the source of the plague that the copied golden cicada is almost the same as the specimens of all kinds of fungi, bacteria and germs in the other three leaves.

In the next 72 hours, it will evolve into the most advanced version.

After the evolution of the source of the plague, the golden cicada can reach the climax of its life system.

The spirit corpse cicada evolved in this way will be countless times more powerful than the spirit corpse cicada itself.

That is to say, the evolved ghost golden cicada, just like those evolved fungi and bacteria, can be released to resist the enemy as long as Shen Qiang needs.

Strong!

It's so strong!

It's so powerful!

Shen Qiang was excited, nervous and excited.

At this time, in the babbling mood transmitted from the source of the plague, Shen Qiang suddenly realized that such evolution, though powerful, had a fatal flaw.

That is, the wisdom of Jinchan will be wiped out!

"No wisdom? Is that still the golden cicada? "

So after a little hesitation, Shen Qiang softened his voice and coaxed the child into saying, "Hey, dear son, now you have a sample. Can you give this cicada to dad?"

The source of the plague was silent for about a second.

Countless fine roots immediately raised the corpse Jinchan to Shen Qiang.

Shen Qiang is very nervous and stares at Jinchan, who is just wrapped by the fine roots. He says in a deep voice, "listen, you are going to be eaten by my son now. The only way to save you is to recognize me as the Lord.""In this way, it will not only not eat you, but also give you freedom, and I will not only give you a lot of delicious food, but also make you stronger."

"If you agree, blink three times and I'll let it go."

"If you refuse, you will become its food."

Hearing Shen Qiang's words, Jinchan, a spirit corpse tightly wrapped in fine roots, nodded immediately.

Shen Qiang was relieved and said, "let it go."

The fine roots contract instantaneously.

Jinchan, the spirit corpse who has recovered his action ability, immediately flies behind Shen Qiang and hides the source of the plague in horror, as if it were hidden behind Shen Qiang's ears and the source of the plague could not be found.

This makes Shen Qiang feel funny.

It seems that the intelligence level of Jinchan is not high.

Almost at the moment when Shen Qiang thought so.

Even in the sea, Shen Qiang suddenly felt a pain behind his ears.

Then, Shen Qiang heard a tender voice like a young girl and said nervously, "master, you have to keep your word! Don't let this bad guy eat me

"I will do whatever my master asks me to do!"

Shen Qiang a Leng: "you can talk?"

Whew!

The cicada appeared in front of Shen Qiang in a flash. Although he was just a little insect with wings, he bowed himself and said, "if you go back to the master, the cicada was born in the 46th year of Kangxi. He is six years old now. I just don't know why he suddenly became an insect."

Shen Qiang was shocked: "what did you say?"

The spirit corpse gold cicada was frightened by Shen Qiang and said: "gold cicada is six years old."

"What year is it?" Shen Qiang said urgently.

"Fifty two years of Kangxi." The golden cicada said: "the emperor holds a longevity Festival and a banquet for thousands of old people. When my grandfather goes to the banquet, the golden cicada is waiting under the tree..."

"And then?" Shen Qiang asked with astonishment.

The cicada shook his head and said, "I don't remember. The cicada has wings!"

Looking at the golden cicada dancing excitedly in front of his eyes, Shen Qiang's heart is full of mixed feelings.

No wonder Jinchan has wisdom.

It turns out that this wisdom comes from the boy and girl who make perfume!

After a change of heart, Shen Qiang said, "is there anyone else around you?"

After a long time, she said, "it seems that there was once a little brother who fought for the wings with the cicada, but he I'm dead. "

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