Chapter 383

Cheng Yuanzheng shivers all over, his pupils are lax and his veins are exposed!

His bloodshot eyes stared at Yao Wang, and his lips were dry and bleeding. "Son of a bitch! I'll kill you one day!"

Yao Wang shook his red hair, turned a pen in his hand and appreciated his masterpiece.

"Ji Dashao, don't be so impulsive. You're still a patient. It's not good to be so grumpy."

He waved his hand and gave orders carelessly.

"The plaster is full again. Change it."

Cheng Yuanzheng's struggling movement stopped, and his muscles tightened to convulsions.

Yao Wang kindly reminded me.

"Be careful, Ji Dashao is a traitor of Wudang. He is a boy's skill. Don't capsize in the gutter."

The white coat took out a needle tube without expression and stabbed it quickly and accurately.

The potion pushed forward and waited for two seconds. Cheng Yuanzheng turned his white eyes and collapsed. He was sweating profusely. The sweat had a strange smell and even felt dizzy after smelling for a long time.

Yao Wang frowned in disgust and turned out of the room.

The room is airtight, with no windows or vents. It is monitored by people for 24 hours to record the most real data of human drug test.

Ji Fengyun's performance is the best. His strong physique is not ordinary. Even if he has amnesia and serious injury, he is better than other garbage.

Yao Wang attaches great importance to him. No, the whole organization attaches great importance to Ji Dashao's test results.

If he can make it to the end, it indicates the success of the organizational experiment.

They will officially launch the "creation" plan. They don't have to lick the blood and hide their heads and tails. Instead, they can walk around the world openly and enjoy countless wealth and beauty rights

"How's it going?"

Essen was dressed in a white European court dress, blonde hair tied behind his head, and his ice like face was flawless, just like Dionysus, the God of wine in Greek mythology.

"Not bad."

Yao Wang turned his pen in his hand like a naughty student.

But if someone really dares to look down on him like this, he will regret it.

"With snacks, the godfather is very concerned about our progress. Adolf has entered the next stage, and we have fallen behind."

With an arrogant British accent, Essen glanced at the tightly closed metal door, as if talking about the sunny weather at the moment and whether there will be a sudden rain later.

"I have confidence in Ji Dashao."

Yao Wang smiled at the evil spirit, looked at the plaster carefully cut in half, took it off and bonded together, and lifted his chin at Essen.

"How's my masterpiece? Have you made any progress?"

Ethan looked at the silver mess on the plaster without expression and nodded faintly.

"Your study with the comic master is very effective. If he is still alive, I believe he will improve your painting skills to a higher level."

Yao Wang lifted up one corner of his lip and turned a circle of residual shadow in his pen.

"Emma, I'm familiar with her. Even the mole on the inside of her thigh is painted just right. You're almost there. It's not something a teacher can teach."

"There is an old Chinese saying that the master leads the door and practices in the individual. I want to improve my painting skills and be a real comic master. What I lack is practice."

He put his arms frivolously on Ethan's shoulders, and his shiny black leather coat was in sharp contrast to his snow-white dress.

"Ethan, you are the most perfect model I've ever seen, the gift of the Creator! Let's go to the hot spring!"

Ethan's eyebrows and eyes did not move, and his lips were as red as blood.

"I think you should go and see our Ji now. Don't let him be spoiled by you so soon. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

Yao Wang was stiff, pretending to retract his arm naturally, and went back to the room with a smile.

"Yes, baby."