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"Dean Wang, this equipment has been successfully modified according to your requirements.

But does the child inside really not matter? "

The middle-aged woman standing closest to the liquid tank looked at Dean Wang.

She is a professor at Modu University, and her main research topic is new energy and related equipment.

This liquid tank is different from ordinary equipment in that it does not use electricity, but an unknown energy source from through-connection technology.

According to Dean Wang's request, she has connected the entire hospital's emergency power supply to the liquid tank.

Once the hospital encounters a power crisis, the transformation will automatically start and obtain energy from the liquid tank to maintain operation.

But by then, the liquid tank itself will stop operating.

According to her understanding, the person lying in this liquid tank should not be an ordinary child.

After all, there are no more than five such liquid tanks on the entire Blue Star.

At this time, Dean Wang did not answer directly, but looked at the optician next to him.

This optician is the person in charge of this ward.

After receiving the look, the optician replied understandingly: “In the past ten years, we have found that the patient’s physical condition has continued to improve.

Three years ago, all his symptoms disappeared.

So in theory, the patient is now perfectly healthy.

But what's very strange is that the liquid tank clearly provides enough nutrition, but his metabolism and growth are quite slow.

It is only about one-tenth of that of ordinary people, which means that for us ten years have passed, but for this body it may only be equivalent to more than one year. "

The meaning of this passage is that even if the supply of liquid tank is cut off, the patient should be fine, probably.

"When I was transferred here as the dean five years ago, I contacted Chuanlian and asked about the conditions of some patients."

Dean Wang took over the topic at this time: "This person is said to be one of the winners of the first time traveling qualifying competition. However, according to the traveling alliance, he may have encountered a small accident while traveling, so the situation is different from other physical bodies. The winner of the time-travel is different, it seems to be...the spiritual body shaping the time-travel."

He didn't fully understand what spiritual body shaping and time travel meant.

As for the plan to steal the energy of the liquid tank, of course he would not report it to Chuanlian, nor did he need to report it.

After all, Chuanlian is not their subordinate unit.

"I have been working here for ten years. I actually conduct some related research and have discussions with the technical staff of the connection."

The optician continued: "Especially after his physical indicators returned to health, we specially invited the wearer to come and check.

Ultimately we came to the conclusion that once the energy supply to the liquid tank is disconnected.

There is a good chance that the patient...will wake up. "

"Let's see, I'm actually just preparing something just in case."

Dean Wang smiled at the professor and said: "But if the entire hospital really encounters an energy crisis, there will be no way.

After all, there are still many critically ill patients in the hospital who need power to maintain. "

"Then I hope there's no chance of using it."

The professor nodded and stopped talking.

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Kung Fu Kingdom, southern border.

The ancient and mottled city walls stretch for thousands of kilometers.

It goes through grasslands, through deserts, through forests, through mountains.

A seemingly endless line of defense was formed, guarding the southern border of the entire Kung Fu Kingdom.

This is the painstaking construction that the Kung Fu Kingdom built after many generations of dynasties and the efforts of countless people.

At this time, a general wearing silver armor was standing on the wall.

He put his hands behind his back and looked towards the south, looking worried.

Generals are not human.

To be more precise, not purely human.

His head is that of a horse.

The black and white colors form interlaced lines on the face.

In the Cube Metaverse, this kind of creature should be called a zebra-headed man.

But here, it's just an ordinary kung fu beast appearance.

All kung fu beasts are black and white.

"Report!"

At this time, a leopard-headed lieutenant with black fur and snow spots rushed up the city wall.

"explain."

The zebra general did not look at him, but opened his horse's mouth slightly.

"The spies reported that an army of gun beasts was found a thousand miles away!

The number of enemies plus mechanical attendants exceeds 200,000! "

The figure of two hundred thousand made General Zebra's heart skip a beat.

The expression he tried to pretend to be calm almost failed.

In this world, kung fu beasts are not the only intelligent race.

There is another race that can rival them, and that is the Gunmon.

Unlike the kung fu beasts who settled in civilization, the gun beasts are a nomadic race.

Kung Fu Beast is good at cultivating the body and pursues the harmony between heaven and man.

Gunmon is good at making machines, and whoever pursues them will win.

Perhaps it is because of different concepts in some aspects, coupled with various factors.

There have always been irreconcilable conflicts between the two tribes, and fighting has been their main theme for generations.

Even in some relatively peaceful periods, even if they have contact with each other, they have to stay on top of each other and be wary of each other.

The Kung Fu Kingdom built this Great Wall to prevent the invasion of gun beasts.

To the north, there are Kung Fu Beast soldiers guarding the area, and the Gun Cannon Beasts are unable to completely break through the Great Wall.

To the south, there is a flat terrain, making Gunmon's artillery phalanx extremely powerful.

For so many centuries, the national strength of both sides has been almost equal and evenly matched.

Who is stronger in martial arts or guns has always been one of the biggest disputes between the two races.

Kung Fu Beasts will continue to accumulate the experience of their predecessors and improve or create Kung Fu techniques.

Gunmon will continue to develop machinery and create stronger guns.

The development speed of both sides has never been unbalanced in history.

But in the past ten years, this situation seems to be changing.

It seemed like something had broken the delicate balance between the two races.

In General Zebra's experience, it is not unheard of to see an army of two hundred thousand gun beasts.

He even served as the commander-in-chief and defeated enemies of this magnitude twice.

But now there is a key point to understand.

"Have you found any information about whether there are any traces of apostles in the enemy's army?"

Gun Apostle is this key point.

In recent years, an absolutely elite person has appeared in Gunmon's team.

They have super strong single-man combat power and can take the heads of generals among thousands of armies, and then retreat calmly.

Sometimes he can even come and go without a trace, which makes Kung Fu Beast generals very taboo.

Every time I mention this word, I look like I hate and fear it.

Several generals have already died at the hands of the Gun Apostles.

"……,have."

The leopard-headed lieutenant paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "When our ranger scouts encountered the gun beasts, several of them died suddenly. According to the news brought back by the survivors, it should be the gun apostles who took action."

"Is it."

General Zebra nodded and raised his hand slightly: "Send the order and prepare the entire army for war.

"yes!"

The leopard-headed deputy stood up straight and placed his palm with fingers together on his right chest.

The salute is the etiquette in the Kung Fu Beast Army.

Another biggest difference between them and Gunmon is that Kung Fumon's heart is on the right side while Gunmon's heart is on the left.

After his subordinates left, General Zebra sighed softly: "It seems that this time, I'm afraid I have to explain it here."

"Report!"

In the end, within half a quarter of an hour, the leopard-headed deputy left and returned.

Judging from his expression and tone, he was quite excited.

Different from when he reported the incoming army just now, his face looked overjoyed at this time.

"What happened this time?"

General Zebra frowned slightly when he saw this.

He knew his subordinate very well, and he was not usually a talkative person.

Even if they get the news that the enemy army has retreated, I am afraid they will not show such a degree of joy.

"General! I'm so happy! A little head has been born!"

As a result, the leopard-headed deputy general's words made the zebra general tremble and reveal an expression of disbelief.

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Kung Fu Kingdom, ten miles outside the royal capital.

There is a Xiaoshan Mountain here, and there is a temple on the mountain that is very popular.

Twelve images are enshrined in the temple.

It is said that in ancient times, a powerful man once made a prophecy. Whenever the Kung Fu beasts are in danger, a Xiaoshou will descend from the sky and give them protection in the water and fire.

Judging from several major historical events, this is indeed the case.

Therefore, no matter if the Kung Fu Kingdom changes dynasties, the status of this Xiaoshan Temple has never changed.

Kings of all dynasties have respected it.

It is said that to a certain extent, Xiaoshan Temple can influence the establishment and deposedness of kings.

However, Xiaoshan Temple has never been involved in these matters, so it is impossible to know whether it is true or not.

Although it is regarded as a holy place, Xiaoshan Temple has not closed its doors.

On the contrary, it adheres to the incense policy of treating everyone equally, from the king to the common people.

Everyone can enter to offer incense and worship.

Some people say that even if a fugitive from a serious sentence enters the temple to offer incense, the government will not arrest him in the temple.

Of course, after offering the incense, the temple attendant would throw it out like a chicken.

After all, there are a lot of masters with high kung fu skills there.

The last batch of pilgrims were sent away today, and it was time for Xiao Temple to close its doors.

At this time, temple attendants will clean all areas where pilgrims move.

Among them, the twelve halls where twelve portraits are enshrined are naturally the top priority.

The exclusive temple attendants for each hall are selected through layers of selection.

Two of these points are the most important.

The first point is, of course, sincerity.

The second point is bloodline.

That is, the temple attendants who serve in each hall must match the zodiac sign of the pad.

In other words, the pig-headed people serve the pig-headed palace, and the tiger-headed people serve the tiger-headed palace.

The third point is martial arts.

One versus a hundred, that's just the threshold.

To put it bluntly, there are less than a hundred dedicated temple attendants in the Twelve Halls.

But if they form a team, even tens of thousands of troops are no match for them.

Today, the Yangshou Hall is a little different from other halls. They have a new exclusive temple attendant here.

In front of the temple gate, an old goat-headed man with a goatee was twirling his beard.

Behind him, there was a sheep-headed man who looked young but was actually over fifty years old.

At this time, the expression of the young sheep-headed man was slightly dull.

You must know that he is a master-level kung fu master who has become famous in recent years and is admired and sought after by thousands of people.

A few days ago, I was provoked by a colleague, saying that his kung fu skills were not deep enough and he was not qualified to become a temple attendant of Xiao Temple.

So he held his breath and came to participate in the selection of temple attendants.

Unexpectedly... I actually passed it!

It's not that he is insincere. As a member of the Yangshou clan, he naturally has no lack of respect for the Yangshou.

But the key is that he never thought of escaping from the world!

There are so many sheep-headed, cow-headed, horse-headed, donkey-headed, deer-headed and hippopotamus-headed concubines at home, and they are still waiting for me to go back!

And after coming here, my self-confidence was also hit.

I thought I had the best kung fu in the world, but then I looked at the temple servants in front of me who were diligently cleaning the hall...

Who the hell is not better than him!

If you are doing well as a king outside, why do you want to come to the mountains and be a little brother? !

Naturally, the old sheep-headed man didn't know the newcomer's psychological activities.

At this time, the rules of cleaning work are being introduced.

“First of all, when working, you must do something.

That means keeping your feet off the ground during cleaning and not stepping on the hall to contaminate dust. "

After hearing this, the young sheep-headed man discovered that these seniors in the hall were really all made of luck and the soles of their feet, floating slightly three inches above the ground.

"Gulu..."

This one alone made him swallow his throat.

What kind of superb kung fu is this?

You must know that the floating technique is not difficult for a master-level expert.

It's just luck rushing out from the soles of your feet, and then forming a recoil force, it's that simple.

But it is not difficult to make him fly into the sky.

Because the higher the levitation technique, the faster it is, and the less difficult it is.

The hardest thing is walking on flat ground!

Like my predecessors, I was only three inches above the ground and could still work steadily, but I didn't have the ability!

What a subtle amount of control this is!

The most he can do is stay half a meter above the ground relatively smoothly, and it can't last long!

"It seems that you are not a person who is good at controlling Qi."

The old sheep-headed man glanced at the other party's troubled expression, and said as an experienced person: "It's okay, just treat it as cultivation for the time being.

You can't enter the palace until you have practiced well. "

"Boss, how long does it take to practice at my level to achieve this level?"

the young goat-headed man could only ask.

"There's no need for this kind of title from the outside world. You can call me brother in the temple."

The old sheep-headed man continued to twist his beard and said casually: "As short as ten years, as long as..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly froze.

Plop!

Immediately afterwards, the old sheep-headed man shook his body and knelt on the ground.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother?"

The young sheep-headed man was startled by this situation.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The key is that the temple attendants in the temple all knelt down in unison.

It completely violates the rule just mentioned about not spraying the ground.

Following their gazes, the young sheep-headed man's breathing almost stopped for an instant.

I saw the golden sheep portrait enshrined in the main hall, and more than once, a crack appeared silently, dividing the portrait into two halves!

Plop!

Exactly the same, he also knelt on the ground.

The old sheep-headed man was the first to come back to his senses, his voice full of tremors.

"The portrait is destroyed, Xiao Shoulin!"

"The head of the sheep is born!"

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