Thanks to the continuous assembly of antimatter cannons for more than a month, Zhong Yun's hands have become extremely flexible. He quickly opened the bottles one by one and poured the liquid inside into the box.

After pouring the last bottle, Zhong Yun took out a thin rod made of special compounds and stirred the seeds and liquid a few times to make the already viscous liquid and seeds more evenly mixed together.

Cover the box again and press a button. Wait patiently.

This box not only produces low temperatures, but also a small centrifuge, which he made from the remaining parts.

Last time, he asked Yang Siqing to buy a lot of machines instead of buying parts directly. In addition to being confidential, he wanted to make some noise.

Because of ZERO's big hand, his money is spent like flowing water, which is really short of money. He can't afford high-end parts like that.

That's why I remembered this method. I dismantled all the machines, and you are always embarrassed to take back the piles of pieces, right?

After pinching the time, when the box centrifugation was completed, Zhong Yun pressed another button on the box, and a small tube stretched out next to the box, and a stream of silver-white liquid flowed out from the small tube.

Zhong Yun reached out to answer. At some point, a faint purple light was already wrapped in his hand. The silver-white liquid seemed to roll onto the purple clouds, hanging in the air on Zhong Yun's palm.

The silver liquid in the box was flowing away, and it was just a ball of half a fist.

Zhong Yun did not stop at all. He only had thirty seconds and quickly stood up from the chair. He grabbed a small ball of silver liquid with his other hand that was also wrapped in purple.

On the ground, there was a white robe with a hat, a pair of white trousers, a pair of shoes, a pair of gloves, a pair of socks, and a white cloth the size of a single bed.

Zhong Yun opened his five fingers with his right hand. The small ball of silver liquid hanging in his palm suddenly opened and turned into a thin and almost transparent silver round film. He felt that the silver liquid expanded to its limit. He gently lifted the finger of the other hand, and the robe floated up.

The film formed by silver liquid wrapped the entire robe, and when it touched the white robe, it melted into the fibers of each robe.

Feeling all the silver liquid penetrated into the robe, Zhong Yun waved his hand and the robe that had already faded color automatically flew to the metal rack next to it.

After doing this, a hint of unnatural flush appeared on Zhong Yun's face. The movement just now told him that the load was still too high.

But he still didn't stop. With twenty-five seconds left, he grabbed a small ball of silver liquid...

After finishing the trousers, shoes, gloves and socks, Zhong Yun's face began to turn white, and he felt a little exhausted in his body. This was a symptom of excessive use of the genus. He was used to this feeling. His hands still did not stop.

But at this time he discovered a major problem. The sheet was too big and the remaining silver liquid was not enough to cover the entire sheet.

At this time, there was not much time. I glanced into the house and saw an exaggerated knife hanging on the wall. Before I could think about it, the knife flew over with a move, and a layer of silver film covered the knife.

Putting the knife on the metal rack. After doing this, Zhong Yun could no longer hold on. He sat on the floor and his eyelids became as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every time he ran out of his dimension, he would have such symptoms.

Seeing the things on the metal rack slowly becoming blurred, Zhong Yun fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

On the other side, someone can't sleep.

In a very exquisitely decorated room, a girl in a cartoon pajamas was lying on the bed head toward the end of the bed, playing with a pink cell phone in her hand.

It was already midnight, but the girl was not sleepy at all. She turned over and lay on her side, flipped her small phone to the back, and there was a flat photo of the scenic figure on the smooth back.

The background of the photo is a small lake with rippling waves. A boy in lilac clothes stood under a tree by the lake, with a smile on his lips. The wind blew his hair a little messy, and next to it, a few red leaves were swept into the air by the wind.

The girl looked at the photo and her eyes were blurred. I don’t know what she thought of. Two red clouds flew out of her white face, covered her hot cheeks with her hands, and said embarrassedly: Yuruo, Yuruo, how could you think of such a shameful thing...

"Geeh"

Suddenly, the knock on the door sounded, and the girl was startled, and bounced up like a frightened rabbit. She quickly turned off the light, lay back on the bed, and put on the quilt. Before her eyes were closed, the door was pushed open.

"Xiao Ruo."

It was Xiaofen's voice, and Xiaoruo pretended to be asleep and didn't make a sound.

"well."

The lights in the room were on again, Xiaofen sat down beside the bed and asked, "There is no news from Zhong Yun yet?"

Xiaoruo could no longer pretend to be unable to stand and sat up with the quilt in his arms, looking at Xiaofen with a little embarrassed, as if he was a child who had done something wrong and was caught by an adult.

Xiaofen looked at her helplessly and said, "Do you miss him again?"

Xiao Ruo hugged one of her arms and pressed her head against her shoulder, "Yeah."

"This bastard." Xiaofen whispered.

Xiao Ruo couldn't help but defend him, "Xiaofen, don't scold him. He didn't do anything too much."

"You still talk to him?" Xiaofen was so angry. "He disappeared silently for more than a month, and he didn't even call him. If he had you in his heart, would he be like this?"

"Maybe he has something very important and important to him, but he can't get away with it." Xiao Ruo said softly, as if he was convincing Xiaofen, and as if he was convincing himself.

Xiaofen was simply defeated by her, "You are so stubborn. Why did I bewitched at the beginning? I watched him kiss you. I really don't know what evil he hit at that time."

"This is fate." Xiaoruo didn't know what he remembered, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

"Just as my mother said, the fate between people is so wonderful. Some people are obedient and considerate to you. You are grateful to him, but you will not like him. Some people just do something or say something to you, which will shake your heart. Even if he is not good to you and ignores you, you will only think about him and think about him."

Xiaofen was stunned, "I see you are already in a guise." Then he persuaded with great thought, "Xiaoruo, you are still young and don't understand many things. What is love? You don't understand at all. Don't be so stupid. He is not worthy of you."

"Maybe." Xiaoruo held the phone that Zhong Yun gave her tightly in her hand, as if she could gain strength from it. She didn't continue talking. She had a gentle personality and didn't want to quarrel with her good friends.

The two of them spent more than ten years together, how could Xiaofen not understand her? A strong sense of powerlessness arose in her heart.

Four hours later, Zhong Yun woke up in a state of great energy, stretched comfortably, and then he looked at the metal frame beside the wall.
Chapter completed!