At some point, there was a cynical young man at the ruined gate of the manor. The untrimmed beard covered his real age, and the flashing cigarette butts distinguished him from those neat and meticulous family disciples. This man was the grandson of the old Fabregas, the first heir to the family, Ricardo Fabregas.

He leaned against the remaining doorpost and stared at the approaching Medielli. Medelli was standing at the front of the chariot, and his deep blue eyes were staring at the dark distance. The "Jizhuo" surrounded by rich blood was leaning on the side wall of the chariot, and the square sword end almost dragged to the ground.

Ricardo knew that Medierli didn't see herself at all. This was not because she didn't discover herself, but because she was simply insignificant in her eyes, so she completely ignored it.

Facing the God of Killing, fear continued to surge from the depths of Ricardo's heart like a tide. But more of the blazing flames emerged from his eyes! Just as the chariot rumbled past the door, Ricardo threw the cigarette butt to the ground heavily, jumped up, and at least jumped to the same height as Mercardo, and there was enough upward momentum.

He shouted out loud: "Hi! Girl!..."

Ricardo had just called a few words, and suddenly appeared on the top of his head like a nightmare and slapped it down! Riccardo's pupils just flashed with fear, and flew out at a speed that was countless times faster than when he jumped up, and smashed it into the solid ground like a shell!

"Huh?" Medielli was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she wouldn't even slap her to death with a random slap. But she didn't have the idea of ​​making up for it. For her, it was no big deal to not slap a fly to death. It was not worth the effort. Anyway, even if it didn't die, it was half-dead.

Ricardo's vitality was unexpectedly tenacious. He was able to hold up and yelled at Medielli who was gradually moving away, "You are cool!".

However, Ricardo then coughed violently, and a large cloud of blood foam could not be flowing out of his mouth. Seven or eight severe pains all over his body made his face pale. He murmured: "Damn it, after breaking so many bones, it's a little trouble now."

One off-road vehicle after another drove past Ricardo, and the flying dust covered his face. The off-road vehicle was accompanied by Medierli, and there was an additional Peperos in the last car.

Ricardo grinned at Pepelos, greeting her with unconcerned eyes as she looked at the idiot.

At the entrance of the castle, Old Fabregas held his heart tightly, his young and strong heart beat like crazy. His lips were gray and his five fingers were all blue due to excessive force. His body was even trembling and he could fall down at any time.

His grandson offended Medierli and deserved punishment, but it was not so serious that he needed to pay his life. However, Medierli used this small excuse to kill him in the air in front of everyone!

The last look at Old Fabregas was very clear: I was the third heir. If I still want to kill Su in the name of family honor, please come to me first.

Su, who was able to get off the hospital bed and walk around for a while, didn't know that so many changes had happened outside. These days, his whole mind was all in his body. Now there are battlefields everywhere inside his body. The newly injected genes and his own genes are fighting for the evolutionary dominance of each newly generated cell. Sometimes the newly injected genes win, and in most cases, Su's own genes win.

After each injection, countless cells or viruses carrying new genes will spread throughout Su's body, looking for every place they can repair. While repairing, they will also accept Su's genes and expand more space to make the cells evolve. However, when all the repairable places in his body are renovated, the newly injected potion set off a full-scale war in his body. Even Su was powerless to watch this kind of war at the genetic level, and could only watch them fight continuously, controlling countless cells to generate at an incredible speed. The other side will destroy the newly generated cells, and then generate more powerful or more targeted new cells.

As a result, Su Ben's body, which had recovered almost almost, was damaged and full of holes. Moreover, these injuries were all at the cellular level and could not be detected by ordinary means. What the medical staff saw was that the functions of Su's organs were completely exhausted without warning after recovery for a period of time, but there was no other treatment method except for injection of h2101. The only suggestion that the doctor could give was to inject the remaining 9 h2101 branches.

What made Su a little relieved was that after the war in his body had been going on for a period of time, he could slowly influence or even limitedly guide the direction of the struggle between new and old genes through his consciousness. With clear consciousness commands, the struggle of genes would more or less transform into the direction pointed out by Su's consciousness. Moreover, Su found that it seemed that the effect of evolution in the domain of mystery was more obvious.

During the first civil war, Su lay in bed for a whole day, and his whole body's functions were almost paralyzed. After the scheduled ninth-last branch was injected, Su, who had already had experience and experience, spent 23 hours to eliminate the entire war, so he had an extra hour to repair his body's functions. After the eighth-last branch was injected, Su only took 15 hours to end the civil war and repaired half of his body's functions. At least before the seventh-last branch was injected, Su could move his body a little.

After injecting Su with the seventh potion, all the doctors and nurses left the ward and let Su rest quietly.
Chapter completed!