Chapter 1878 Lao Wang: Which cadre cannot withstand such a test?

The master of the lair, sister has legs, at least not in this manifested avatar.

Due to the mental grid effect, Lao Wang and the master of the lair actually have a part of the spiritual community. Unfortunately, he is not Li Cang's strong-willed son whose neural pathways are like steel bars pouring concrete, so the spiritual community The communication is forced to be one-way. Fortunately, the so-called "humanity" component of the master of the nest does not really exist but relies on the simulation of the mental grid and the wetware unit. To a certain extent, it can be said that he and the Big Lao Wang are equally matched. Meet good people.

The gap between the two businesses is too large, which causes the master of the nest to always show some stiffness and a sense of sluggish separation when dealing with simple carbon-based monkeys like Lao Wang Li Cang.

"At least one of us must be wearing clothes." Lao Wang muttered, covering his chest, and his plump but not greasy three-layered body actually had a hint of aggrievedness, "I mean, Chong Mum, This is my island, why don’t we show some symbolic respect to each other?”

The petals of the flesh-and-blood plants around the small lake closed, and humanoid figures among them disappeared silently. The flickering glow particles poured out from the closed flowers. Under the water of the small lake, there were more The winding branches of flesh and blood surging with energy pulses spread, and the glow particles aggregated like a veil caressing Lao Wang, igniting an extraordinarily huge flower of flesh and blood among the flesh and blood branches.

"Boo~"

A soft sound.

When the flowers were in full bloom, the fleshy branches with some vague Zerg characteristics were separated from the main root system. Using the petals as a skirt, an exquisite female body almost the same as a normal human body broke out of the water, and the long body surged with energy pulses. Her hair is like a waterfall, and in her skirt is an elegant fish tail woven with energy veins and branches of flesh and blood.

"Hold the grass!"

At this moment, Lao Wang's saliva was like a waterfall.

The body of the incarnation of the Lord of the Nest is as soft as a waterweed drifting with the current, spreading a bright and non-glaring light. He raises his hands and feet, swings his tail lightly, and swims quietly next to someone: "I need to admit, human beings are a kind of very... Complex creatures, I have simulated your emotions for a long time and wasted a lot of computing power, but I have never come up with a unified, stable, and systematic theory. Maybe you can help me?"

Even though the master of the lair finally became his "servant of fate", Lao Wang still remained extremely wary of this thing. He just said without thinking, "So, what's the price, bitch?"

The master of the lair is as pure as a piece of white, soft and fine rice paper, so pure that one can’t help but be impulsive and have evil thoughts in his eyes and splash ink on it: “It can be, everything, you want, All satisfied!”

"Hey, hey? What are you doing? I'm a serious person, let me tell you! Do you think I'm a fool? We are upright men and never do anything like what others do! I'm very single-minded! I'm a fool. It’s professional ethics!”

The master of the lair in the mermaid form stopped changing his face, animal ears, fish tail, etc. frame by frame. He stared at the big old king in front of him with a hint of confusion, and his voice seemed to have a little bit of refreshing coolness and indifference: "That's it, it's it, it's it again, in your body, your greed, lust, laziness and rage, where do you hide them, here, or here? Why are your full desires empty in this body? You, apart from me, do you have other spiritual grids or channel links outside?"

The master of the lair raised his finger and nodded curiously at Lao Wang's head. Lao Wang's heart was filled with twinkling but clear eyes. All its human-like emotions, including pain and physical desires, were simulated. In essence, There are no small emotions in any real sense. Once the performance stops, no, even when the drama queen gets involved, there will still be a lingering, weird silence and coolness on it. It seems like everyone around you can make people feel extra sober and calm.

(Note: The last time I saw Lao Wang in Chapter 1778: This shit is still shit after all)

The master of the lair has been curious about Lao Wang for more than a day or two, and now this kind of temptation is not once or twice. Lao Wang feels that he has almost finished adapting to it, and he pulls its fish tail and rubs its back with a golden knife: "Password Your stepfather, Cangzi, wants you to have a leg!"

The owner of the "Legs" lair swung his fish tail, washing out a sparkling water splash, as if he knew the mood, "He can use this kind of incarnation at any time."

"Ontology."

"Master, it really makes people sad when you talk like this." The incarnation of the master of the lair lowered his eyes, and there was a kind of salivation. No, the poor Chu Chu who was about to cry was not right. A more accurate description should actually be that he has not learned. The tea-like atmosphere in the tea leaves only a bitch-like painting style: "People are alive, and they can also feel pain!"

It hurts the eyes.

Lao Wang pinched his eyebrows painfully.

If you want to say that, then you can't say that. Aren't you the urinary lord of the lair who always uses skin bags as sacks? Now I just want a mere leg of yours, so you just have to act for me. Haha.

Of course, the master of the lair is the master of the lair after all. Even a sharp-tongued magician will not let his villains perform ruthless tasks such as pulling thighs with a saw. If Deathstroke is not happy, I will In fact, it is difficult for Wang to be this Sangbiao. He may lose some hidden bars such as loyalty that cannot be reflected in the panel attributes.

And there is a rather thorny problem here

For example, the alienated blood creatures like the Nest Master whose vital points are not clearly defined can actually be regarded as having vital points everywhere. When they are hurt, they often instinctively cut off the disposable limbs and extract life energy to reduce damage. In other words, the thing has become a prosthetic limb from the moment it leaves the body, and the material that Li Cang needs must be a relatively complete leg in all senses.

"What do you want?"

"Hmm"

The Nest Master looked thoughtful.

Lao Wang discovered that this "little girl" has been perceiving his thoughts through the mental grid since she appeared, even if she no longer changes her face, and subtly fine-tuning and testing her own flesh and skin with his aesthetic vision, such as the distance between the eyes, the angle of the eyebrows, the length of the fingers, the curvature of the waist, the shape of the hips, the shape of the chest, etc. This adjustment is imperceptible until its pupils become larger, just like the eyes with different colored contact lenses, the area occupied by the face gradually becomes abstract and gradually moves towards the style of anime.

"I say you've reached the point where you're superficial and vulgar!" Old Wang, who had seen and experienced this before, was simply disappointed and sneered at such despicable means: "I value inner beauty. Do you understand inner beauty? If your eyes were any bigger, you'd look like a cat. Are you afraid that Mr. Li will take you to be dissected without a decent excuse?"