"Twenty-seven, what stupid thing are you doing!" A stern voice came from behind, and the tone was very familiar.

Deng Chun was shocked: "Brother Twenty?"

He twisted violently

As expected, it was Deng Wei who came into view.

Dressed the same as at breakfast, I didn't know when I came in. I was striding towards him with an angry look on my face: "Are you crazy? Don't disturb father's operation!"

"I don't!"

Deng Chun explained subconsciously, and suddenly felt that there was another problem with the logic of the whole scene:

Where is the surgery?

Isn't his old father the only one in the sterile room? Bai Xinyan, as the head of the medical team, went to play games.

And, most importantly, this is obviously in a dream game, why are you doing this so seriously?

It seems, it seems...

The dimensions that everyone is in are confused.

Deng Chun's hand movements were faster than his brain's reaction, and he had already opened a corner of the sterile isolation tent. At this time, he had no chance to look inside. He had to deal with Deng...

Deng Wei?

Deng Wei, with an angry look on his face, did not look like the calm and gentle person he had been during breakfast. He strode over, stepping on the floor... and the air.

His feet did not touch the ground, and what supported him was probably the thin, translucent tube inserted behind his head and neck.

There are fine nerve thread-like veins, densely distributed among them, and penetrating into the skin of his head, face and neck.

But correspondingly, Deng Wei's body was shrinking, shrinking significantly!

The faint yellow tissue fluid is extracted in reverse through the neural network distributed in the head, face and neck, and flows back through the slender channels. It travels separately from the dark golden fluid without interfering with each other, forming a complex and clear local circulation.

Soon, Deng Wei's body had been beaten until only an empty piece of skin was left. Only his head was still full.

Wrapped in yellow lines, it looks like a particularly exquisite sculpture. He came closer to let Deng Chun see it more clearly.

During the whole process, Deng Wei didn't seem to feel any discomfort at all. He still had an angry expression, and he was only targeting Deng Chun in the sterile room.

Have you adapted to it, or are you completely unaware?

Deng Chun couldn't adapt. He screamed subconsciously and tried to avoid it, but he crashed into the sterile isolation tent and fell on his back.

When he lost his balance, he reached out and grabbed at the edge of something, but he didn't really fall down...

Probably the operating table.

When he turned his back to the sky, he saw the translucent and slender pipe coming out from behind Deng Wei's neck, like a long curved fishing rod, and the end controlled by someone was in the sterile area.

Deng Chun couldn't help but look over there.

The next second, his vision froze and his brain almost froze.

That position on the operating table could only be Deng Yunwei, his old father, and that food-eater demon.

But, what is that?

A ball of meat, wrapped in a translucent membrane, like a jellyfish stuffed with a lot of rotten meat, with a large amount of dark golden fluid in the interlayer.

Visible and invisible slender pipes extend from the top, at least twenty or more. One of them is connected to Deng Wei, forming a simple and clear primary and secondary structure.

It was this ball of rotten flesh jellyfish that was squirming, moaning, and uttering weak and soft words:

"Twenty-seven, Dad is very happy that you have this heart.

"Come and help me, like twenty.

"We are no longer chickens and dogs, we are gods who dominate a region!"

It was in this voice that a slender translucent tube seemed to be swimming in water, twisting and turning.

It moved and floated down, but it was clearly pointed in the direction of Deng Chun.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Deng Chun's hands and feet became weak and he sat down on the ground. His broken nerves affected his throat and he let out a hysterical scream.

But soon, he was kicked in the chest until the back of his head hit the ground, making him dizzy and chest tight, and all his screams were cut off.

"We're having surgery, can't we be quiet?"

The grumpy voice overwhelmed the moans, and the aftermath of the screams exploded in the open sterile room: "Damn it, I almost welded the wrong spot again!"

Deng Chun was lying on his back on the ground. His chaotic mind was a little clearer, and his eyes finally took in other elements - those were the two legs on the edge of the operating table.

He was probably sitting on a stool, hanging down casually. He was wearing loose casual pants and sneakers that were completely inconsistent with the operating room environment.

Deng Chun was in a daze: Someone had been in front of the operating table, but he didn't even notice?

At this time, the man next to the operating table also frowned and looked down.

The two of them looked at each other. Deng Chun actually didn't recognize the elements on the face opposite him, but he guessed from the clothes that he might be the young man in casual clothes outside the airship that he saw at breakfast.

A person whom Tamagawa Eisuke also respects very much.

This man's hands were indeed operating something on the operating table, which did not delay him from looking down at Deng Chun.

He couldn't tell what kind of look it was, but Deng Chun just felt that at this moment, the sunlight that penetrated all barriers became extremely dazzling, making his eyes dazzled and tears streaming down his face.

"It's so pervasive..."

The young man cursed.

It was also at this moment that the sealed airship structure completely turned into a joke. The strong sunlight penetrated directly

Coming in, under the intense heat and light, everything becomes nothing.

Even that young face was like a wax statue exposed to heat, melting on the spot, but what leaked out from inside was even hotter sunlight.
Chapter completed!