Wu Mingkong looked at the little snake with wings flapping in front of him, and Wu Mingkong felt that his operation was very successful.

"Just call you Tengshe." Although the Tengshe can only fly with its wings at the moment, without any other magic, this is enough.

Tengshe obtained the name and flew around Wu Mingkong with some joy.

Wu Mingkong ignored it, but instead used his smart brain to make records.

"Forcibly transplanting the bodies of other organisms can easily cause exclusion between genes and cells. If the genes and cells have the guiding ability to mutation and proliferate tissues, although a large-scale deformity may occur, it eliminates the exclusion, and although this will still cause future problems."

Although Wu Mingkong didn't feel much when he watched Tengshe fly, the muscles on the wings behind Tengshe actually grew, and Tengshe consumed a lot of oxygen. Each exercise required a lot of energy to maintain it, otherwise he would easily starve to death.

"The body structure needs to be adjusted. The structures of snakes and birds are too different, and they are different in terms of bone structure."

Putting down the materials at hand, Wu Mingkong greeted Tengshe. Tengshe immediately understood Wu Mingkong's meaning, flapped his wings and flew to Wu Mingkong's hand, and directly drilled into Wu Mingkong's sleeve.

Tengshe's intelligence has been transformed. Although he cannot be as smart as a black boy, he can at least understand Wu Mingkong's simple words. Moreover, Wu Mingkong has also planted the concept of his Creator in Tengshe's bloodline, which will always be circulated in Tengshe's bloodline.

Of course, Wu Mingkong would not create a ungrateful wolf. He not only rooted these in his bloodline, but even put this concept in gene fragments and cellular memory.

Tengshe will not always be Tengshe. Wu Mingkong even wants to transform it into the legendary Yinglong. Of course, there is a long way to go.

After Wu Mingkong had it, he was very confident that he would transform Tengshe into a specious Yinglong.

"Come on, let's deal with it." Wu Mingkong took Heizi out of the room and casually ordered a servant who was guarding outside.

The servant walked into Wu Mingkong's room tremblingly, picked up a shovel and put several strange bodies and some limbs into the sack, and then threw them into a high-temperature incinerator.

He was not the first to do this, nor was it the first time he had chatted with him after the previous servant finished his work. As soon as he said that, the servant died in front of him, without any warning. He fell down straight after saying a few words to him about the ghost things that Wu Mingkong asked him to deal with.

The next day, the superiors assigned him to clean up. This matter made him so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

Wu Mingkong naturally didn't care about this servant who didn't even know his name. As for the last guy who was gossiping him, Wu Mingkong was naturally the one who sent him on the way. He dared to say anything, but he thought his life was too long.

You should know that the entire Luodu was arranged by Wu Mingkong with nanorobots. Everyone's every move was under Wu Mingkong's surveillance. Of course, Wu Mingkong was not so perverted. He just entered the keywords and only reported the matters that were related to him would be fed back. Others were generally not paid attention to.

"Your Highness, the invitation from the Golden Autumn Club." Wu Ping arrived in a hurry.

Wu Mingkong didn't even look at him, and said directly: "Find a reason and quit."

"Your Highness..." Wu Ping was a little unwilling to give up and wanted to say something.

In the sleeve of Wu Mingkong's right hand, Tengshe drilled out of his triangle head, and his cold snake eyes stared at Wu Ping. A sound of hissing accompanied by the revealing core looked extremely cunning.

Wu Ping was so scared that he took three steps back and sat on the ground.

"I miss you who have served me for so many years. I have never interfered with anything you do, but you have to remember your identity." Wu Mingkong finished speaking indifferently, then turned around and left.

When Kuroko walked past Wu Ping, the strong and scorching aura seemed to burn Wu Ping's skin, and she fell directly to the ground.

If Wu Mingkong had been inclined to Wu Ping before, after all, he had been serving for so many years. However, since the wizard world, Wu Mingkong has experienced so many bloody experiments and learning. Now Wu Ping is just an ordinary person who has no use to Wu Mingkong. Just change someone if you die.

With Wu Mingkong's current strength, it is not a problem to sweep the entire Zhou Dynasty by one person, but he doesn't want to move. The current situation is very good. This is his place to settle down. At least he has no strong enemies here.

He would not be stupid enough to revive spiritual energy and show his saints in front of others. This would only add variables. He needed reality to be a pool of stagnant water, without any energy, and unable to practice. This is the real good base camp.

At night, Wu Mingkong heard a servant report that Wu Ping was sick and the doctor also diagnosed him. He said that he was shocked. Wu Mingkong didn't even respond. The servants outside just stood there, and it was not right to leave, nor was it not right to leave.

Especially the servant who came to report looked at the Heizi who was watching the door, and was even more frightened.

At this time, Wu Mingkong was optimizing the body structure of Tengshe. Wherever he had time to deal with these, he would die if he died. It might take some effort to find a three-legged toad, but the two-legged people were dissatisfied with the streets. When the servant died, he had his own clan mansion to make up for him. He would never let him, the prince, lose his envoy.

The next day, Wu Mingkong finally optimized the structure of Tengshe. He planned to continue to find a yard to lie there to bask in the sun as before. In the world of wizards, he did not have such free time to bask in the sun.

"Your Highness, the Golden Autumn Meeting..." Wu Ping has restrained a lot since he fought last time. Today, he saw Wu Mingkong basking in the sun. Based on his observations over the years, Wu Ping vaguely guessed that Wu Mingkong should be in a good mood now.

"Don't go."

"This is what Your Majesty ordered you to go." Wu Ping said very directly this time.

Wu Mingkong touched Tengshe, and Bingbing's cold body felt very comfortable: "When."

Since Wu Mingkong does not want to destroy the current situation, he can only send a nanorobot to make up the numbers.

Wu Ping looked at the Teng Snake in Wu Mingkong's arms and couldn't help but take a look at the snake with wings. It was unprecedented.

"The next day, I will go up the Fengfeng Tower of the famous Man Luodu. Please go." After Wu Ping said that, he bowed respectfully and left.

Wu Mingkong did not make things difficult, but began to think.

"Golden Autumn Meeting? Yingfeng Tower?"

What exactly are these two things? Yingfenglou is easy to say. He knows where the nanorobot is, but Wu Ping doesn't explain clearly what the golden autumn will be.
Chapter completed!