No one can stay so long in a completely dead silent space.
So, what is her golden finger?
Lei Yu was also puzzled: "Add another point, she's definitely got a lot of good stuff, I guess she can replenish it in time — otherwise if resources were fixed, how could she have easily given me that good stuff right after we met?"
He had been reporting to the laboratory every day for three consecutive months.
Every day, 5 milliliters of fresh blood, watching helplessly as his body's cell activity gradually increased, with his superpower getting stronger by the day.
Though it had already neared saturation by the second month, the activity never went down, now, he doesn't have a single injury on him.
Li Chang'an tapped his pen on the desk twice — giving Lei Yu good stuff right after meeting?
He stared at Lei Yu, slowly forming an idea.
...
Song You was still curled up in the space.
