Chapter 112 Savior?

When Ding You woke up, it was dark in front of him. Ding You was shocked. He thought that he was still in the dark underground river, which was definitely his dream. He was really afraid that everything that just happened was just a nightmare. He would be trapped in the underground river, but he must see it clearly. When the previous man was eating steamed buns, Ding You knew that the nightmare of the underground river was indeed over, but now a new nightmare has begun again.

Kunpeng's pale face showed a smile and looked at Ding You quietly, "Wake up?"

Ding You wanted to turn around and run away, but his body did not listen. The idea in his head was conveyed to his limbs, but Ding You seemed to have no limbs. Ding You was so scared that he hurried to look at his hands and feet. Fortunately, he was there.

Kunpeng looked at Ding You's surprised and panicked expression and said, "Don't be afraid, I just used some anesthetics for you from the livestock center, but it seems that the dosage is a little too large. You know, my major is acting, and I don't know anything about medicine.

When Kunpeng said this, Ding You did feel numbness everywhere on his body, as if his own person had turned into a piece of wood, and even his face was full of wood. "What do you want?"

Kunpeng smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything, but my master wants to see you."

Ding You frowned slightly. Why did he pull out a master again?" Who is your master?

Kunpeng restrained his smile and slightly straightened his expression on his face: "My master is the creator of all things."

I don't know why the organization that can mass-produce the evolutionist in the old man's words came to his mind, that is, the organization that turned him into an evolutionist.

"Why did he see me?"

Kun Peng looked at Ding You and said, "It's nothing. The master thinks you are very special, but I think the master will be disappointed. You have nothing special." With that, Kun Peng frowned and said, "I'm just wondering where your ability comes from? You are completely different from our blood clan, and you are not a mourner, let alone a god, let alone an orc. Is your ability born?

Ding You hesitated to tell the guy in front of him how he got the ability. If everyone is from the same organization, maybe his prospects will be better, but it may also be counterproductive. Ding You finally decided to keep it. After all, Kunpeng's remarks seem to be no danger for the time being. It's safe until you see his master.

Ding You did not answer Kunpeng's question, but asked, "Can your master turn ordinary people into evolutionists?"

Kunpeng said with a steamed bun in his mouth, "Not bad! He is our God! It is our creator! Er! You haven't answered my question yet."

Ding You thought for a moment and felt that what he guessed should be right. This Kunpeng was the organization that the old man said, but Ding You still kept his secret: "I don't know how my ability came from."

At this time, Kunpeng's mouth was full of steamed buns. Perhaps because of his rubber ability made his mouth look very exaggerated. The two faces were bulging as if there was a football inside. Obviously, under such circumstances, Kunpeng could not continue to ask Ding You.

Ding You looked at Kunpeng and suddenly remembered that he and this guy had met once in a restaurant. No wonder when he first saw him, he ate so many steamed buns. In terms of Kunpeng's ability, he could put everything in his stomach.

The innermost stuffed of Kunpeng can only chew slowly. Ding You's head is like a piece of wood, and he is too lazy to open his mouth. In the night, there is only the sound of Kunpeng's laborious chewing and breathing and the sound of insects in the village and fields.

At this time, Ding You came to see where he was. He and Kunpeng were in a forest. It seemed that it was just an ordinary artificial tree, and the grass on the ground was not very thick. It seemed to be a planned forest farm.

The bleak white moonlight on the top of his head penetrated the leaves and turned into a little white light pouring down. There was a faint fragrance of grass in the air. Ding You, who had been rolling in the city for 20 years, suddenly came to such a quiet world and couldn't help but begin to relax. This is different from the ferocious and cold underground world. This is a peaceful place. In the place, I don't know if it's because of the anesthetic, Ding You gradually fell asleep.

Wo! Oh! Ding You woke up from his sleep.

The gradually sinking moon began to become dim. It was particularly dark under the night sky. In a daze, Ding You opened his eyes to look for the sound source. Kunpeng, not far away, was digging something on the ground with his hands. Ding You suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw that Kun Peng's side had been dug out a hill-like earthen bag. Kun Peng seemed to know that Ding You was awake. He turned his head and looked over and smiled, "It's almost dawn. It's time to rest."

Ding You didn't know why he wanted to struggle and stand up, but he still couldn't move, but it was obviously much better than just now. At least his fingers could move slightly. Just when Ding You was secretly happy in his heart, Kun Peng shook his hand and stood up. After looking at the pit he dug, he touched it from a cloth bag beside him. He took out a syringe as thick as a child's arm, and held a large bottle of ** in the other hand. Kun Peng directly pulled out more than half of the tube from ** without wiping the needle and squeezed out the air and walked to Ding You with a smile.

A chill has been rising from the soles of Ding You's feet to the top of his head, and Ding You's body is not at his disposal. If his body is good, he will definitely jump up four or five meters high now.

Kun Peng said with a smile, "Don't worry, with the last experience, I won't pierce your meridians again this time. With that, I raised the needle and stabbed it into Ding You's neck fiercely.

Ding You's whole body trembled. The cold tip of the needle and the cold ** injected into the body from the tip of the needle were so clearly presented in Ding You's mind. Kunpeng absolutely did not have any qualification to be a doctor. This time, Ding You's artery was punctured. When the needle was drawn out, the blood splashed Kunpeng's face was full of Kunpeng. After licking the blood on his face, his eyes became strange.

With the ** injected into Kunpeng's body, Ding You's consciousness was gradually peeled away from his body, leaving no weight. Ding You felt that he had completely separated from his body. He floated in the woods and quietly watched the fangs popping out of Kun Peng's mouth slowly pierce into his neck, which was so cold. Jing, such numbness, it seems that it is not his own body that is bitten.

At this moment, a buzzing noise came slowly, and a faint blue light in the dark approached here from afar.

Ding You turned his head and looked at the white fat worm who raised himself as a pig in the underground river, fed himself cockroaches, and sucked his blood.

Kunpeng also found something abnormal. He pulled out his fangs from Ding You's neck and suddenly looked back.

The worm came very fast, and its speed was completely disproportionate to its original fat and round body. The bullet generally hit Kunpeng directly.