When Ulikmmi, who had failed to encircle Song Ci for fourteen hours, pushed open the closed door tremblingly and unexpectedly saw Jim Field lying on the throne, he was not frightened or nervous, but was extremely excited.

He walked over in two steps at a time, and Zhan Zhan put his two fingers on Jim Field's neck.

Confidant that he could not feel Jim Field's pulse, Ulicummi couldn't help laughing.

After being ridiculous, Ulikmmi was left at a loss.

He followed Jim Field for so many years, from the League to the Star of Prayer, and has been standing behind Jim Field for almost the rest of his life.

He has been a shadow for too long, and he already felt that he would live this kind of life for the rest of his life, and never thought about the life that would leave Jim Field.

When the day suddenly came, Ulikmmi suddenly didn't know where to go.

Alliance, he can no longer go back.

Where else can he go?

What can I do?

Ulikmmi's eyes turned to Jim Field with a dazed look, and a trace of madness flashed in her eyes.

He bent down slowly, and the cold robot gently brushed Jim Field's face, slowly and firmly brushing his forehead, nose, and pale lips...

It seemed that this way I could remember Jim Field's appearance firmly in my heart.

He looked at Jim Field carefully for a long time, until he felt that he had finally remembered him, he nodded with satisfaction, and slowly pulled out the scalpel he hadn't used for many years from his space.

The cold scalpel, instead of his cold fingers, slowly slashed across Jim Field's face, as if he was saying goodbye silently.

Then there was his neck...

Going down, there are the gorgeous and complex dresses he has always insisted on wearing.

Ulikmmi tsk, and his hand holding the knife used a little force, and the flashy dress turned into several large pieces, scattered on the same flashy throne.

Ulikmmi curled the corner of her mouth with satisfaction, and stroked Jim Field's head without a knife, and exerted a little force. Jim Field lay there like his experimental subjects, and was at slaughter.

This scene obviously pleased Ulikmmi.

He nodded with satisfaction, sat on the bloody ground, and the sharp knife in his hand reached towards Jim Field without hesitation, and slashed lightly.

The skin was peeled off layer by layer without a drop of blood, and most of the organs exposed inside had become lesions:

The heart is only as big as a pepper flower; the lungs have been corroded; the intestines have gangrene; the atrophic "genital organs" are like black charcoal; hydrocephalus...

While dissecting, Ulikmmi explained everything he saw slowly, as if he was doing an ordinary experiment.

No, not right!

Another point he didn't say.

How could he forget the cause of Jim Field's death?

In addition to the failure of various organs, there is also that beautiful and rare little guy, right?

Ulikmmi's scalpel kept flipping, carefully looking for its target.

As time passed, he was not irritable and his movements were still orderly.

Finally, he slowly moved upwards and opened Jim Field's not pretty head.

On the brain with gullies, five small squirming dots were abnormally obvious.

The sharp scalpel was slightly lifted, and after the white liquid bloomed, a small ball of unknown white object was moving vividly inside.
Chapter completed!