Xiang Wuxie and Xiaodie left, and all they needed to do was wait.

Gongsun Murong took out an instrument from the soul space, which was used for freezing, and contained a lot of flesh from the veins, which were used by two people as food.

It seems that it is no longer eaten now and needs to be given to the family researchers.

There is a piece of meat from a beast inside, about forty kilograms.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha looked at each other, and sighed at the same time. The Gongsun family's ability to use the beasts is calculated by cells. They eat by pounds. How many cells do they need to have if they have pounds? They are not eating meat. It is obvious that they eat the strategic weapons of the Gongsun family and they will eat a lot in one bite.

"Give them all?" Narasha asked, thuddingly. She knew that the meat of these kinds of thorn beasts was delicious.

Gongsun Murong was about to say 'yes', and the communication equipment here showed the text, 'Distribute ten grams for them to use, and the others continued to be kept at the extreme temperature'.

"Huh? Didn't you turn off the surveillance device? Who is still starting to stare behind her back?" Narasha's first reaction was this.

Gongsun Murong was not thinking about whether he was being monitored, but another aspect: "How many military achievements have you done?"

The text appears again, "All things in your freezing instruments, the training and usage methods of the soul space you earn from the military merits, and the previous military merits you have calculated together."

Gongsun Murong nodded slowly and accepted the exchange, and Narasha did not object.

The two of them knew that the training and usage methods of soul space are really priceless. It is estimated that under normal circumstances, they cannot be exchanged for military merit. It should be their own special number that works.

But the people above are so cruel. They wiped out all their military achievements at once. When will they save up the military achievements in exchange for the Star Map?

Murong Qingwan on the other side laughed out loud. In fact, Gongsun Murong did not need to be replaced by the training and usage methods of soul space. He was qualified to learn it. She just didn't want to give her son a star map immediately. She was afraid that once her son got the star map, she would find a way to come back.

She has investigated for so many years. The truth of the matter is slowly being found by her. She doesn't want her son to come back when she has not arranged it and disrupt her plan. If the matter is dangerous to her son, her son will suddenly come back and be plotted against him. Then she will have no place to cry.

Now she wants to continue to teach her son and give her various learning and practical opportunities. Let her son continue to become stronger. Now her son cannot beat her and her son's father. Although she is also equipped with things in the soul space, special spiritual power, and the ability to operate mechas, her son can do it.

But that is that you have not encountered a truly powerful opponent. You are a genius, and others are also a genius. If you work hard, others work hard. You are less than 20 years old, others are hundreds or thousands of years old. You are so outstanding. Will others make you easily reach the same level?

Not to mention other places, only the robot will send people to kill you. And from various traces, there was something wrong with your team at that time, which was related to the robot. Of course, someone in the Galaxy civilization should have participated, and there were also people from other civilizations.

You are so talented that it makes people jealous that they must kill you, and so good that the hostile forces dare not wait for you to grow up. It is better to stay in a safe place than to come back now.

Murong Qingwan thought, her mood became bad again. She hoped to see her son earlier than anyone else and another son, not now.

But she must endure it. Moreover, this kind of tolerance is not something that ordinary people cannot tolerate. At least her son is alive and can watch her son do things. Many people who have lost their relatives still live. The pain in her heart is even heavier.

"Please help me feel why every time I see the text coming from above, my soul space trembles?" Gongsun Murong said to Narasha.

Narasha shook her head: "I also know that your soul space has been affected and has been perceiving it. However, when I perceive other things, I can have a rough mental fluctuation, but when I perceive that text, it is dark. How to say it, just like Brother Murong, when you use the stars and moons to chase the light, I aim at you and find that you have lost your target, but it is even more serious than that."

After saying that, Narasha sighed, she was very distressed. She actually felt that there was an invisible confrontation between the person who sent the text and her, not a confrontation of combat power or an emotional confrontation, but a confrontation of special abilities.

She had a little subtle feeling. The other party had different abilities from her. She did not rely on her feelings to judge things and fight, and she could not tell the details.

Gongsun Murong didn't expect anything. He thought Narasha could detect the other party, and it seemed that Narasha's ability would be curbed in front of the other party.

At the same time, he was a little happy in his heart. It was not because Narasha was curbed, but because he felt that since someone could curb Narasha, his race would really have a conflict with Narasha's race in the future. At least he would not be beaten by Narasha's race so hard that he would not be able to fight back.

He now gave up on his idea of ​​investigating the other party and would like to talk about it when he has the chance in the future.

*******

Six hours passed, Gongsun Murong and Narasha who were recovering from cultivation and recovering had recovered well, and they sent someone equipment that could also keep the cells alive. According to the text given above, Gongsun Murong and Narasha worked together to cut out ten grams of the flesh of the chanting beast.

It was originally possible to cut with a knife, but the two of them used their mental power to cut to ensure that they did not harm any cell.

They were considered by the researchers. If they cut it in one size fits, the weight of ten grams will be guaranteed to be correct. There are no problems with the decimal point, but how many cells will die? If the researchers saw the lyric cell tissue they provided, they would probably die of a sudden death like cutting pork.

Six cells cost a lot. With one knife, how much will it be if the broken ones are destroyed and the bacteria carried on the blade are destroyed?

Therefore, the two were careful and careful, and they did not want researchers in their family to develop mental illness.

After the division was completed, Xiang Wuxie was called, and Gongsun Murong personally delivered the instrument to him and said casually: "Give it, ten grams, take it for use, and find us if there is no more."

He was so light and Xiang Wuxie could not calm down. He looked at the small piece of flesh in the instrument, trembling all over, his eyes wide open, and then became confused, and finally doubted.

"Master, are you sure this is the cell of the Mind Beast?" Xiang Wuxie asked with courage. He said that he did not believe that the cells of Mind Beast would turn into pieces of meat. Ten grams is not much, so it depends on what to buy. If you buy pork and beef, ten grams are not enough. But Mind Beast can also become a level calculated by weight?

Ten grams, how many cells are there. I carefully protected the things that were divided by a mind beast cell to the front, but was ambushed by the enemy and suffered heavy losses. As a result, two masters sent a piece of meat over here. It would have hurt people too much, right? If I had known this, why would I be so careful and afraid?

"Do you want it? Just throw it away. It's not enough to take a bite." Narasha was unhappy and reached out to get the instrument.

Xiang Wuxie hugged in his arms: "Yes, I want it, don't throw it away, don't eat it, I will give it to the researchers who returned from the warship immediately. You have made great contributions, and you...what will you receive a reward?"

Xiang Wuxie originally wanted to say that you would be promoted, but suddenly he remembered that the other party had a lot of power, and they would not organize many people to fight, but instead fought alone. The promotion or not promotion is meaningless to others.

Therefore, he changed his opinion. At the same time, he also wanted to hear what kind of existence he had like the other party and what rewards he would get for military merit.

"Oh~~! Let's go. Go and send it to the researchers. You know what we are doing." Narasha waved her hand and said in a low mood.

Xiang Wuxie didn't dare to continue asking, and left with the instrument in his arms, thinking in his heart, is it difficult for the two masters to get rewards? Is it not that they have to do ordinary rewards, or do they have to do better than they do now if they want the rewards?

Shaking his head, Xiang Wuxie said to himself: "It turns out that it's not from the same world. I can't understand it, I really can't understand it."

When he arrived at the laboratory where researchers gathered, he covered up his excitement. He also looked very relaxed and casual.

Then he said to the researchers who looked expectant, "The loss of our battle this time is very large. The three spacecraft were directly destroyed. The three remaining ships and warships were also covered with scars, as well as mechas, fighter planes, and return soldiers. It will take some time for them to come back.

Fortunately, we wiped out all the enemies and kept their things as some compensation for resources. Overall, we lost some resources in terms of soul filling. But people should look forward, as long as we can successfully reach the frontline base, the others don’t matter.”

"Captain, this is not the case. Our mission failed. You should calculate the matter of our mind beast." A researcher said unhappily.

He felt that the captain was a little lost. His mission was to deliver things to the front line, rather than defeating a small group of enemies.

Xiang Wuxie nodded: "Yes, it must be counted as loss, but at the same time it must be counted as harvest. The loss of a cell of a beast. I invite you to a big meal and barbecue the beast meat."

As he spoke, he put the instrument on the table, pointed at the ten grams of meat inside, and signaled the researchers to come and see.

The researchers looked at Xiang Wuxie blankly, not understanding what it means. They have never thought that what they saw in front of them was the flesh of the beast.

Xiang Wuxie pointed with his hand and said, "Ten grams, chant the beast meat, you can roast it first."

"Impossible." Several researchers shouted at the same time. They naturally knew that the meat of the beast could not be roasted and eaten, but the meat of the beast that can be clearly seen with the naked eye was also a luxury for them.

The old researchers didn't care about other people's reactions and immediately took the instrument, carefully turned on the freezing instrument, and then quickly took a little tissue.

Then I took the Petri dish, put the meat in carefully and carefully, and then watched it with an instrument, and then became short of breath and trembling all over.

Xiang Wuxie is satisfied. He is not that he will lose his composure by himself, and the same is true for steady researchers!

"It's a beast of thought, yes, the situation on the battlefield on the front line can change." The old researcher shouted.

At this time, Gongsun Murong and Narasha had already taken out the drawings of the R-class spacecraft. The two planned to repair one and then use it for themselves.

What we need to look at now is what functions should be added to the spacecraft, such as the buffet hall and the corresponding kitchen.
Chapter completed!