The laboratory under the Temple Island ignites a fire burning for a long time.

The hazy fire light shone out two figures.

Roy changed into a light and breathable wool silk dress and sat upright on the cold operating table.

Standing in front of him was a sorcerer with a slightly frown and a serious expression.

Her fingers were flying, and the gorgeous magic light condensed and flickered on her slender fingertips, rushing into the body of the demon hunter, refracting a brilliant light.

A quill brush automatically transcribed pieces of dazzling data and characters on the spread parchment paper.

For a moment, the "rustling" sound of the pen tip rubbing the paper quickly in the entire laboratory.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The dazzling magic light dissipated, and Rita Nied stopped casting the spell and picked up the record next to it.

"Well...blood pressure, heartbeat, blood oxygen content, respiratory rate...normal...very healthy."

"I've said it a long time ago. I have prepared for this green grass trial for a year and ensured that it's foolproof!" Roy smiled and patted his chest.

"Little bad guy, when did you get the dwarf bragging disease? After preparing for a year, wouldn't this mean that you just passed the Snake Trial and started preparing for the second trial?" Rita Need frowned, gave him a coquettish look, and patted his knee.

"Don't interrupt me, sit and don't move! Well... dark golden pupils, black hair, white skin... 5.8 feet tall (1.78 meters), 170 pounds, and muscle density is far beyond ordinary people..." She glanced like water and swept the demon hunter, and poked his chest with purple nails, "Little bad guy, your physique is at least twice as strong as an ordinary human, as strong as a lion..."

"Is this a compliment? Coral, I have to say, you are very qualified to evaluate it." The witch hunter swept over her coral lips with a smile, "But will my weight slightly exceed the standard and hurt you..."

"I'm talking about the main topic, be honest, little villain!"

The sorcerer seemed to remember something, and a touch of red glow flew across his cheeks.

Roy bared his teeth.

Rubbed the bruises on the back of his hands.

Rita Need continued as if unconsciously, "In addition to your physical condition, your skin is as smooth as silk, more delicate than a woman. You can't find any scars, a little flaw... You can't even see calluses, this is abnormal!"

The blue eyes stared at him, a hint of envy flashed,

"This kind of skin is not like a witch hunter who is in the wind and sun, sweating profusely... I honestly tell me, are you a mage who escaped from Ban Ade Academy and used disguise magic to replace my little villain?"

"Coric, you know that there is not a scar on my body, which means you checked it very carefully... What a competent doctor!" Roy grabbed her hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, looked up at her, his eyes filled with storms, as if he was about to submerge her, "So I want to repay you, can you?"

"Okay, that's all the joke." The sorcerer trembled and stroked his face comfortably. "Don't be like a candy-eating child. You must know how to control yourself, understand? Especially during the trial, you must be fully focused and never be distracted by anything else!"

The witch hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his head in a little frustrated manner, "Sorry, Coral, I don't know what's wrong. In recent days, I've been restless and can't control myself... I keep thinking randomly, like I'm suffering from mania."

"Gee... the qi and blood are in a tough position, this is a normal phenomenon, just get used to it slowly." Coral walked behind him like a cat, pressed his shoulders, let him lean back in his warm arms, print it on his forehead, and gave some sweetness, "Then do you still remember the steps of the green grass trial?"

"Hormone catalysis, viral infection, and finally taking green grass decoction... Coral, are you sure this trial will be done in one month?"

"You have already gone through a Snake Trial intact. The apprentice who has a toxic resistance far exceeds that of the first trial. The steps to improve toxicity can be omitted directly, and one month is definitely enough."

"As for viral infections, since the furnace virus and glacier virus have been used."

"This time I have to replace the virus with a stronger effect - I have screened three viruses from the four formulas of Snake, Cat, Wolf, and Flying Lion... Tremor virus, Gorse virus, and Silent virus."

"After infection with three viruses, your immune system will be temporarily destroyed, and you will become an empty shell that is completely unprepared, enter a plastic state, and welcome the flying lion monster green grass to decoct medicine."

Roy wiped the wet sweat from his forehead and swallowed again. "What are the effects of the three viruses...?"

"The first kind of nerves that torture you, causing you to twitch like an epilepsy attack, accompanied by a sharp stinging pain all over your body."

"The second virus affects your brain. According to records, the infected person will continue to scream "chirp". Don't laugh, you won't even cry when the time comes!"

"The third type is the most dangerous, which will cut off all your reactions and make you lose your sense of smell, hearing, vision, touch, and your brain is awake. Just like... a vegetative person in medicine, no, it is ten times worse than that!"

The witch hunter took a deep breath, and a little nervous flashed through the dark gold pupils.

"It's more than that..." Rita Need smiled,

"The difficulty lies in the last step. The process of changing the green herbs, and the external flying lion decoction and the snake pill decoction that is deposited in your body have a medicinal conflict. At that time, you will either live or die..."

"It will definitely be clear in one month."

"But don't worry..." The sorcerer lowered his lower body, leaning his head over his right shoulder, his cheek pressed against his cheek, and said sweet and cruel words, "Little bad guy, if you can't save it, I will send you away with you personally, and let you enjoy the last tenderness before you leave."

"Uh...you're sure you feel comfortable when you're dying?"

"Don't complain, forget it, this is your own choice." Rita Need chuckled and stroked his hair, his eyes thoughtful,

"Your hair seems to be a little longer and your hairstyle is too old-fashioned, so you have to trim it." The sorcerer had an extra pair of scissors in his hand, without waiting for the witch hunter to agree.

He pressed his temples with one hand and controlled the scissors with the other hand.

The black hair that had passed the back of the neck instantly fell on the operating table.

Roy relaxed and soft, smelled the rich fragrance of the tip of his nose, and said indifferently, "Coral, just use magic to shave my head."

The older he gets, the lower his requirements for hairstyles. He has no problem with having long hair tied into a ponytail, reducing it into short hair and even bald heads.

"Don't even think about it!" The sorcerer's pretty face was stern, his blue eyes flashed with annoyance, and he warned sternly, "If you become the ugly like Resso, you won't think I will take care of you for at least one month!"

Roy's heart was cold,

"The mutation is uncontrollable. What if the flying lion monster Qingcao decoction this time turned me into a bald head?"

A full recovery cannot cure the bald head, after all, the bald head cannot be considered a negative effect.

"At a young age, I'm sorry, you won't meet my aesthetic standards." Coral's nose let out a lazy hum, half threatening, "I have to do psychological construction to see if I can adapt to your new look, otherwise, hum--"

"Don't move like a mouse! Let me sit firmly!"

"Hiss...hehe..."

Five minutes later.

There was a young man with short hair and twitching face in the laboratory. At the strong request of the sorcerer, he walked around the laboratory with helpless face for several times.

Rita Need appreciated with satisfaction with his hands on his hips and commented from time to time.

Then.

The first step in the trial of Flying Lion Monster Green Grass - hormone catalysis officially begins.

The sorcerer flew like a butterfly, muttering words in his mouth, an amber cow hair needle rose into the air and instantly penetrated the heart of the witch hunter's chest.

A cold breath was transported to the whole body along with the blood that was stirring in the heart.

The witch hunter shivered all over, his neck and cheeks suddenly turned red like blood, and his whole body was unbearable, as if there was a burning stove in his lower abdomen, constantly transporting huge heat to his limbs and bones.

He licked his chapped lips and rushed towards the sorcerer. The dark gold pupils seemed to be about to spit out fire.

"Coric, what did you inject me? Could it be the Mandelagra extract? You have to be responsible!"

"Adrenal hormones, used in the Temple of Meritelli, have you forgotten? But this time the dosage was increased." Rita Need smiled, "You need a lot of exercise now!"

"Hurry! Move!"

"I... can't care about that much, I want to work together for two people." Roy gasped and couldn't help but step forward and grabbed the sorcerer's hand.

Ten minutes later.

In the laboratory, there were continuous dull counting sounds.

“One thousand and one thousand and two…”

A man with his upper body naked and showing his sculptural smooth muscle lines, his hands were firmly supported on the ground, and his body was mechanically and regularly sinking and rising.

Sweat slid down the skin like a fountain, and shallow puddles were piled up—

Roy did the most standard push-ups.

One by one.

The sorcerer sat on his back with ease.

The pretty face flows under the light and turns her shiny, her eyebrows are curved, and she has a smile on her lips.

From time to time, I cheered up and took pictures of his beautiful inverted deltoid muscles.

"Don't be lazy, you can't stop if you haven't reached three thousand!"
Chapter completed!