The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In the city of Songhai, an underground research institute with no coordinates, Fang Xing is being imprisoned here.

The underground research institute has a strong banned ban, Fang Xing has no place to play here, his spiritual power has been suppressed, and this underground research institute is like a special one for him.

However, the whites that brought him here did not neglect him. The room in the institute is the European style that Fang Xing likes. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows, although under the ground, can easily be used according to their own preferences. To adjust different holographic backgrounds.

Tonight, Fang Xing’s dinner is a chop, using the most obsessive part of the abdomen muscles, carefully cut after cutting. The drink is a bloody wine made from the blood of a strange blood. There is a strong strawberry flavor in the wine, which is a sign of authenticity and blood.

Fang Xing Although he has never tasted the food cooked with these ancient animals, he has learned more or less in ancient books.

However, these foods did not make Fang Xing’s mood better, but his expression became more and more dignified.

The power of this man behind the scenes has gone far beyond his imagination.

Just using these beasts that have been extinct in the world to cook, has made Fang Xing feel amazing.

He was imprisoned in a living room in the institute. When he was thinking, the door with a sense of science and technology in the room slowly opened.

“What’s wrong, classmate? Your mood doesn’t seem to be very good? Your father, but in this world is resurrected, you should feel happy.” White has a full smile, then he clap his hands.

A white-haired and waist-skinned, but handsome-looking man was pushed forward by two black-skinned people. The man wore a white robe and a piece of shiny scales on his neck.

“Dad?” Fang Xing is excited.

However, the man in front of him couldn’t afford to look like a wave. His eyes looked at Fang Xing, but it was more like watching a stranger.

“After your father’s resurrection, his memory has changed. He didn’t even see your birth. He only knows that his son is an egg. There is no slight impression on you. So now it is a resurrection, right now. Say, you are just a passerby.” Bai has a whole sneer, and said: “Thanks to the research results provided by your father, our research has finally begun to take effect. After the evening banquet, I will not take you. My father took it away from here, and now it’s time to give you a time for the father and son to meet.”

White has all the voices just falling, leaving the black shadows with his men.

He is very confident in his layout.

Even if they are related to each other, he is not afraid at all.

Blood, this thing, can you value a few dollars?

When he was a child, he was not being lifted by his white singer as a dumbbell…

……

For a long time, the room was silent.

Snake skin really found a position to sit down, sitting in a dignified position, looks good.

Fang Xing has never seen his father’s true appearance. More information is still seen in the history books. The history books are basically portraits. Take some famous people’s distance, such as Zhu Yuanzhang is a shoe face… He never thought that his father would look so good, afraid that he was the painter who painted his father for the first time, afraid that he was not an abstract painter.

However, from the perspective of his appearance, his father’s resurrection is indeed much younger than he imagined. Now it should be the appearance of his father when he was young.

“Dad…” Fang Xing screamed tentatively.

The snake skin on the side reveals a terrified look: “Young people, don’t mess up.”

“…”

Fang Xing: “But… you are my father. You didn’t listen to what the person just said…”

There is a flush on the face of the snake skin: “Don’t want to lie to me, I… I am not married, where is the son.”

As Bai said, the memory of the snake skin is impressed and has little impression on Fang Xing, not to mention the fact that he once had an egg.

“You really don’t remember it at all?” Fang Xing followed the temptation: “You gave birth to a male ball! The male ball is me!”

“Male…boy ball…”

In fact, the male ball is the meaning of laying eggs, but the statement of the male ball seems to sound better.

It’s just that Fang Xing didn’t expect that this sentence would make his father’s snake skin really smell: “This young man, what international joke do you have? I am a man, how can I have a child? Where is the bottom of the sky? There is such a metamorphosis! You are not ironic about me? Although I look very handsome, but it is indeed a man! I have researched so many scientific research results, there is never a spell that can make men have children. of!”

“…” Fang Xing is silent.

He has no idea how to explain it.

Because when his father, the snake skin, gave birth to him, it was really not by transforming the body to give birth to him… exactly, it was an instinctive reaction to the reproduction of the offspring. The special class of fairy rituals they practiced, “The Technique of White Nights”, is an ability to automatically perform cell backup spells in the case of dying life.

Before the death, “White Nights” will retain some elite cells to develop in the body through recombination, and finally an egg will be formed. In fact, it is a huge cell formed in the body after repeated replication and division!

However, it is clear that for the “White Nights”, perhaps because of the memory tampering, the snake skin really does not even remember this point.

In the current perspective of Snake Skin, Fang Xing is a strange young man who just thinks about it.

Younger… It’s a pity, it’s a metamorphosis!

At this point, Fang Xing is in a headache.

This situation is difficult to deal with.

First of all, memory tampering is not amnesia. Before the resurrection of the snakeskin, the whites have completely erased that part of the memory by some means. That is to say, the snake skin after the rebirth is not born with that part of the memory, and it is much more complicated to find the memory than the memory loss.

Fang Xing sighed. He stared at the face of the snake skin, and he was constantly thinking about various ways. His spells can’t be played under the ban. So, he has to think of a physical way to prove his relationship with the snake skin.

no solution anymore……

Fang Xing realized that it is time to let go of his idol baggage.

He faced the snake skin, and then opened his mouth…

Snake’s mouth!

You can open up to 180°!

Fang Xing has never performed this skill before people! But for his father, Fang Xing decided to go out today!