Chapter 32 Freak

Qian Taiduo seemed to have walked in the 18th floor of hell. He never thought that a person could hurt so much. Wang Dazhu's** made him want to find a place to kill him. The severe pain lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the breath finally recovered, and the whole body was soaked with sweat, like a drowned chicken just picked up from the water.

Next, Wang Dazhu's hands pressed on his arm, bursting and itching. After the pain, it came bitter and sweet, making him so comfortable that he wanted to moan. I don't know how long it took, and the itch gradually disappeared. Qian Taiduo looked up and saw that Wang Dazhu had stood up straight, waved his hands, and was proudly asking Mao Qi for credit: "See, the small injury of broken arms and legs, even if his head fell off, I can pick it up!"

Well, is this all right?

Qian Taiduo did it. As usual, there was no discomfort. The previous feeling of being soft and powerless has disappeared. He was glad that he remembered this clinic that he had only been to once under such circumstances. If he went to a big hospital, would Zhou Zhengqi find him first? It was just the expensive doctor. The cost of treatment is enough to make him sad for a week.

However, the arm is well, and the leg is still painful.

He bent down to touch the painful leg bones. He turned his head and saw Mao Qi beside him with bare feet. He stood on the ground so gently. He was originally a perfect little foot, but at this time, he was so covered with dirt and dry blood scab that he could not see his true face, and he couldn't help feeling a burst of guilt and heartache. When she looked up, she touched Mao Qi's eyes and saw that her worries and anxiety were all on his body. The wounds on her own feet were completely ignored.

"You're hurt."

"Real?" Mao Qi was puzzled for a moment. Following Qian Taiduo's eyes, she saw the wound on her foot and shrank her feet with some embarrassment. "It hasn't hurt all the time. I haven't seen it..."

Wang Dazhu, who asked for credit, found that he had said a lot of words, but it was not as useful as Qian Taiduo, a white face, and he stopped awkwardly. Then, as if he had discovered a new continent, he excitedly inserted into the conversation between the two: "Aha, beauty, it seems that you also need treatment. You just saw that my Wang Dazhu's medical skills are second in the city of Yidu. No one will dare to say that he is the first. How about it? Let me treat you, free..." He rubbed his hands impatiently and looked impatiently, which made people laugh.

Cat Qi covered her mouth and smiled a few times. She shook her head and said, "Dr. Wang, please continue to help him treat him. His leg also seems to be injured."

"Hey hey hey, hey, don't worry, don't worry. Most of the little white face's injury has healed, and he can't die. It's still the most important thing to treat the beautiful woman's injury. If it's late, it's not good to leave a scar..." The old hooligan has been staring at Mao Qi's feet. I really don't know whether he wants to treat the injury or to touch it by himself. Appropriate.

However, Mao Qi still refused with a smile.

Wang Dazhu was thick-skinned and continued to work hard and encouraged him again. Cat Qi was unmoved, but just shook his head. Therefore, the poor middle-aged uncle failed in the end and returned to Qian Taiduo's side to treat his wounds.

"Cat Qi, can I take a look for you?" Qian Taiduo suddenly said.

"Hmm?"

"I think maybe I can cure such a injury... Ha ha, I haven't tried it before. I'm not sure, but it's always right to try it."

After a moment of silence, Mao Qi's face suddenly turned a little red. Fortunately, the light of the small clinic was not bright, and Qian Taiduo's attention was not on her face, so she was not found.

"Okay..." The voice was inaudible.

"Oh, isn't it?! Xiaobai's face is so injured that he can't take care of himself. How can he have time to treat it for you? Let me do it, beauty, I'm good at medicine..." Wang Dazhu pounded his chest and stopped his feet, looking sad.

It's just this style. The two directly chose to ignore it. Mao Qi quietly dragged a chair, holding the skirt of the wedding dress in one hand, and sat down beside Qian Taiduo. Then, she raised her legs with some hesitation and shyness and put it on Qian Taiduo's thigh. Her toes moved slightly, as if she was not used to this. Contact.

Qian Taiduo resisted the instant pain when Mao Qi's leg came into contact with him, calmed down, thought about Wang Dazhu's power - cell healing, and told himself repeatedly like self-hypnosis: "I can do this ability, I will..." For a long time, he raised his hand and gently covered Mao Qi's feet.

There is no beauty and ambiguity, only a faint heartache.

His palm covered her toes and gently rubbed her already scabbed feet. A little invisible light quietly blended into her skin from his hand, sour and numb, with some itching, which made her involuntarily shrink her feet.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

She shook her head and blushed: "Itchy..."

Qian Taiduo was relieved. That's the feeling that he succeeded.

Before doing this, he had a conjecture in his mind that he could replicate the ability of spiritual power identification, hypnosis, memory tampering, etc., and successively copied Aolong's mimic tiger fist and cat Qi's cat agility. This situation broke a power iron rule that has been determined by the Human Genetic Research Institute: replication ability Only a large category of capabilities can be copied.

He successfully replicated two categories of abilities: spiritual! Mimicry class!

In this case, is it possible for him to successfully replicate the third category of powers? This conjecture lingered in his mind, and he took the opportunity to decide to conduct an experiment. Cell healing belongs to the ability of body cells. If he can replicate it, it will confirm the correctness of his conjecture!

And the results show that this is the truth!

I have become a monster. Monsters among the powers can successfully copy three categories of powers!

And, on this basis, we continue to speculate that the final result is probably much more than that. Among the remaining powers, is it possible to successfully copy the abilities of elements, mechanics, logic, and even beliefs? If you can do it, what is your own replication ability? Copy Type III?

I'm afraid it's the only new replication ability of all mankind...

"Ah, ah, I can't stand it anymore. I'll go out and avoid it first!" Wang Dazhu couldn't stand it anymore and retreated decisively. The middle-aged uncle's heart could not withstand the cruel devastation of young people, so he decided to avoid it.

Qian Taiduo's heart is tight. His ability is only three meters away from copying. If Wang Dazhu runs away, whose ability will he copy? However, it was naturally impossible for Qian Taiduo to tell Wang Dazhu about this secret, so he had to watch the middle-aged uncle walk to the door, look left and right, and squat down as before. The distance was not beyond his ability, so he was relieved and turned his attention back to Mao Qi.

"At night, there are stray dogs wandering everywhere. Are you bored..." Wang Dazhu sighed and suddenly said. He looked at it a few times. Without a beautiful woman passing by, he looked spiritless. He picked up an abandoned can from the ground and threw it into the wall next to him.

Wow--! The can was heavily thrown into the darkness, and then a muffled hum came, and a figure staggered out of the corner of the wall and quickly went far away.

"Tut, why are there still people hiding here and want to steal things from the clinic? That doesn't work. If you lose something and don't go home, you won't be scolded to death..." Wang Dazhu shook his head as if he had done nothing, shaking and went back to the clinic.

At this time, Qian Taiduo's treatment of Mao Qi was coming to an end. The blood scab fell off, and the original two-centimeter-long wound had basically healed, leaving only a light pink scar, which could recover as before in a few days.

After curing Mao Qi, Qian Taiduo treated his leg again. When he landed, his arm was seriously injured, and his leg was relatively light. He endured the pain and touched it like Wang Dazhu. There should be no broken bones, so he rest assured to start treatment with "cell healing". After a burst of itching, I felt better in ten minutes. I stood up and walked around. Sure enough, there was nothing serious, so my heart was full of a sense of achievement.

Wang Dazhu has been watching Qian Taiduo doing all this with great interest and seeing that he has cured himself, so he said in a very sour tone, "It turns out that you can do this. What else do you come to my clinic? Humph..." This hum is not a cold hum, but with an indescribable taste. In short, people will not be afraid when they hear it, but will get goose bumps all over.

Qian Taiduo laughed dryly and casually said, "Isn't your hand broken, or else I can come to you?" This statement is reasonable. Wang Dazhu hummed twice and stopped talking.

After paying a consultation fee of 1,000 yuan, Qian Taiduo and Mao Qi went out again. Time pointed to midnight, and the two thought for a while, but they couldn't find a place for a while.

Qian Taiduo's family must not dare to go back. Zhou Zhengqi was murderous to the two, and most of them would send people to squat to guard him, and it was not safe on the street outside, because the black forces of Fuyun and Huaxing were deeply rooted in Yidu. If the two walked a few more steps on the street, they might be found.

"Where are you going?" Mao Qi shrank her shoulders and asked in a low voice.

Qian Taiduo was silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind and replied, "I'll take you to a place and stay for one night." After walking for a distance, Wang Dazhu suddenly rushed out of the clinic and shouted at them, "Beware of stray dogs. In the middle of the night, stray dogs are the most fierce, quietly following people and biting people without saying a sound!"