Click.

Crack Crack Crack.

The mule's fingers were broken one by one by one by one by Li Ang, and bent backwards.

Because the sticky note exists, Li Ang did not cut off the mule's hand directly (that would be a certain probability that it would be considered to violate the sticky note requirements), but broke the three fingers of the little finger, ring finger and middle finger.

Let the mule hold the pen with only the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

I don't know because the folding fingers reduces the contact area with the pen.

It is also the severe pain caused by breaking fingers that erode the brain.

The mule, who was originally confused, suddenly woke up a lot, and immediately sweated coldly on her forehead and gasped.

"This pen, I want to control me."

The mule suppressed his personal emotions, holding his right wrist with his left hand, making the voice as calm as possible.

When Li Ang heard this, he looked down at the mule's right arm covered with deep wounds, and blood poured out like money.

And new wounds are still emerging.

If this continues, even if the mule is not killed by the abnormal event itself, it will die of bloodshed and failure.

Li Ang reached out and pressed the mule's skin, and the biological mother version started, trying to heal the mule's injuries.

However, the situation of the intelligence merchant seemed to be more complicated than he thought.

There seems to be some kind of disorder, manic and profound energy hidden in the mule's body.

This energy has been running around in the mule's body, trying to spread his skin and escape.

This energy will not be eliminated.

Li Ang’s biological mother version only treats symptoms but not root causes. If you forcefully suture the surface injuries, the scar will be stretched out again in the next second.

The threat of death was approaching, and the mule took out a bottle of miniature life potion in a delicate bottle from the backpack bar without saying a word and drank it.

The miniature life potion that can heal most injuries has indeed worked.

All the slight injuries on the mule healed and no longer bleeded. The intelligence merchant's own face was rosy, and a lot of life potions were used to replenish blood.

However, the next second, accompanied by a "squeak" sound,

The mule's skin cracked again, and more wounds appeared on the mule's body surface than before.

“There is something wrong with this pen.”

A flash of light in the eyes of the Black Saint Son beside him said in a low voice: "There are special abnormalities wrapped around it, which will use the energy in the contactor's body as the source of energy to continuously cause damage to the contactor.

They have formed an energy connection,

In this case, rashly cutting the connection will cause unpredictable bad consequences.

You must use skills such as spells, spirits, and spirit removal to slowly unconnect.”

As the young master of the other side organization, Black Saint Son is very familiar with skills such as curses and witchcraft.

In fact, there is a prop in his backpack bar that is specially used to eliminate spirits.

A powerful curse can be cracked to prevent people from being affected by curse.

However, the cooldown time of that prop is too long, and it is now used for the mule, and it cannot be cooled until the end of the script.

Compared with teammates who are randomly matched by non-kind or unreasonable, their own life is definitely more important.

Right?

The Black Saint Son just made an opinion and pretended to be anxious and nervous, and did not want to really lend a helping hand. There is another patrolman here.

For his safety considerations in the next few days, Black Saint Son really wants to see what specific methods Li Ang has.

“Disconnect?”

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and glanced at the mule's dislocated right arm, and immediately had an idea in his heart.

"I'll lend you a helping hand."

He said in a deep voice, reached out and held the mule's right arm, and activated the biological mother version.

This time he did not try to repair the mule's injury, but instead gave birth to a ball of bright red meat with hair and nails on the mule's right forearm.

The meat ball grows when it sees the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grows on the forearm like a gourd.

Accompanied by Li Ang's own chanting sound of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

In short, Li Ang "planted" a new right hand on the mule's wrist.

After a long-term destruction of oneself and the accumulation of medical experience in the purity furnace,

Li Ang is already very familiar with every step of human body transformation.

This newly planted right hand is perfectly connected to the mule's original blood vessels and nerves.

When the shocked mule issued an instruction to move the little finger in his mind, the little fingers of the two right hands moved together.

"Children, are you falling out of this golden palm? Or is this silver palm? Or is this flesh palm?"

While saying irrelevant words, Li Ang maintained the energy output of the biological mother version and continued to transform the mule's arms.

Since the note requires the mule to insist on playing the so-called game, and not to disconnect the body from the pen,

Then just change the way and make the connection long and the reaction is slow.

Mule and Black Saint Son, two well-informed players, have to admit at this moment that the current situation is truly something they have never seen before.

The mule's original right hand gradually lengthened and became narrower and thinner.

Only a layer of translucent flesh like long ramen was left, connecting the wrist with the original right hand.

The original right hand turned into a slender ramen that was twenty meters long.

The bones buried deep under the muscles soften and liquefy,

The nerves in it are also degenerated,

It can be said that this hand, in addition to maintaining the literal definition of "a part of the front end of the primate arm", has completely lost its functionality and practicality.

On the contrary, the newly grown right hand is more flexible and practical.

Since the pen was bound to the original right hand,

Therefore, the special energy emitted from the pen must go through the "ramen" stage that is up to twenty meters long before it can affect the mule's suddenly lengthening front, making the special energy in the pen unsustainable.

The mule quickly regained control of most areas of the body through a confrontation of will.

Scream~

The "wrist" hanging on the ground like ramen is still within the influence of the pen. Its skin continues to spread and burst, reminiscent of the water pipes on the lawn with many holes leaking.

Unfortunately, since this ramen has no blood vessels or nerves in its wrist, no matter how it bursts, it will not affect the mule.

The three players stood quietly, watching the ramen wrists rolling back and forth, churning up and down.

After ten minutes, the wrist of the ramen with skin and flesh stopped bursting, and the negative energy hidden in the pen finally ran out, quietly floating above the paper, no longer moving.

The dust settles.

""

The mule twitched the corners of her eyes and pinched her palm. Her new right hand was perfectly suitable for her usage habits, just like the original product of her entire life.
Chapter completed!