Under Yonglin's superb skills, my brain was put back in my head. Although the skull was broken, fortunately my parts were still intact, such as biochemical computers and eyes. So if I didn't look at the big hole on my head, I wouldn't look very embarrassed... only to the torso.

"This is the left leg..." Yonglin took my left leg and sewed it on my body, "Hey, what should you do with your left hand? You have to put it back yourself."

"I know, just help me fix the other bolts." However, my mood was not very beautiful. I kept thinking about d-255, and I could see that d-88 was also thinking about the same thing as me.

Not long after, Yonglin's stitching work was completed, and I stood up again. Although my body was still not very flexible, I was finally not the worst person on the scene.

"How long can you live?" I saw the big hole in Yonglin's chest. I knew she must have used some method to temporarily renew herself for a second.

"The effect of the agent can last until tomorrow, and there is still half a day left. Can you make an artificial heart during this period? The ordinary heart cannot withstand my body." Yonglin's refrigerator stores a lot of hearts, but those are for ordinary people. For people like Yonglin, using ordinary hearts will definitely explode due to blood pressure when exercising.

"No matter how hard I work, it is impossible to complete an artificial heart that can adapt to your body in less than one day." According to my calculations, it takes at least three to five days to create such a heart.

"If this is the case, then I'm dead." Yonglin took off the hat on his head and slapped the dust on it.

"Don't worry, you won't die." The artificial heart is indeed too late to make, but this does not mean that there is no available heart that can withstand Yonglin's body. "It's better to use mine as a shared part of the heart."

"Use yours? Then what do you use?" Yonglin knew that the heart was dispensable to me. Even ordinary people could live for more than a week after losing their hearts. What's more, I, the Yuanzu, my survivability is much greater than that of the immortals. According to calculations, after losing my heart, my remaining activity time is more than one hundred years. During this period, I can create a new one for myself.

"I think of a solution myself, but you have to know that simply sewing it for me is not enough to withstand the value of this heart, so I still have a condition." D-255 can no longer be a threat, but it does not mean that all of us are safe, and there are still things that have not been resolved.

"Okay, you can do anything except staying with you for one night." Yonglin is a very honest person. "I will go back to my hometown to have a blind date in two days..." The bp machine on Yonglin's waist suddenly rang, and it was still showing up every day, but I didn't pay attention to what was written on it, "Oh, the blind date has been cancelled."

"What?" This is interesting. I don't believe that the guy on the other side didn't like Yonglin. Yonglin had nothing wrong with being older. Besides, no matter how old she is, can she be older than me? If we calculate the time of birth of consciousness, I may be about the same age as the universe. Even if we calculate the specific birth time of the complete body, I will be 100 million or 200 million years older than Yonglin.

"I think it's still Yi Ji's old customer." Yonglin seemed to have accidentally exposed something strange, the filthy place in the Moon Capital... and the old customer of Yi Ji... wouldn't it be.

"Well, let's ask, what an old customer?" In theory, I think it's impossible, but in ethical terms, I think there seems to be nothing to be strange about, it's really contradictory.

"The old customer of SM Club, and it's M's party." Yonglin didn't mind exposing some shocking information at all. "It is said that he is an old customer who has been persisting for ten years. It is obvious that Yiji doesn't even let her touch her hands. She is so persevering."

"I think he might just be a boot romance." In this case, the only possibility that I think of is that what this guy is really interested in is the high heels worn when he was SM, or the heels of high heels. I have also heard of this kind of shaking. After all, he is a pervert and likes everything.

"It doesn't matter. Since he doesn't have a blind date, it doesn't matter to me if he is a human or a ghost. Let's talk about your conditions." The big hole in Yonglin's chest was blown by the wind. She was eager to block it immediately, and it was really not good-looking.

"Well, the conditions are very simple, d-88!" I called d-88 over, just as d-255 said, we are two batches of products, and we are related to blood, so no matter what, d-88 is considered my daughter, a daughter with only one digit of life left, "I want you to cure d-88."

"Make her like you?" Yonglin looked at the d-88 who was just a child's appearance and raised her eyebrows, "No problem, but I need something, the medical cabin you have."

"No problem, you can get it now." I pulled out the wave saber, cut the flesh in my chest, and took off my heart. "You can take this too, but I suggest you wear gloves."

"Oh..." Yonglin took out a pair of disposable gloves and put them on, took the bloody little heart that was still beating around, "Xiao Ba, do you have anything else to say?"

"There is no need for this, fate has changed." d-88 nicknamed Xiaoba shook his head, "My mission has ended."

"Fate has indeed changed, but it has not changed thoroughly enough." I reached out and touched her head. Her expression was very troubled, as if it was the first time I felt this contact. "Whether your mission is over is not up to you."

"..." Xiao Ba was silent, his eyes flashing constantly. I didn't bother her, but just looked at her silently until she raised her head, "The coordinates of the rebirth platform are in the space-time world nn-36. I believe you can solve it, father." After telling me the coordinates of the target, Xiao Ba looked back at Yonglin and nodded.

"That's right." I signaled Yonglin to take Xiaoba away, and habitually touched his head, but touched the broken skull. "Oh, it's better to go back and soak, but before that..." I turned around and hugged Wenwen, and Wenwen didn't care at all that tomato juice was still coming out of me, responding to my actions, "I'm back, Wenwen."

"Welcome back, Danna."
Chapter completed!