Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 213 Er Zhuang: I think the butt could be more upturned and fuller

"Please stand up, Mr. Gao. I said this is a deal." Yan Huan said softly, helped Gao Lian up, turned around and checked the lines and instruments around the treatment cabin.

He removed the nutrient solution from the cabin and carefully placed Erzhuang on the platform in the center of the laboratory.

Yan Huan used a trace of Qi to isolate the surrounding environment slightly to ensure that interference was minimized.

"Mr. Gao, can you tell me what caused Erzhuang's physical condition?" Yan Huan asked, putting two fingers on Erzhuang's broken arm.

Gao Lian looked embarrassed, as if he had some reservations.

After hesitating for a moment, he replied in a low voice: "This matter is somewhat serious, but with your intelligence, Xiao Huan, I think you can see it at a glance."

Yan Huan examined Er Zhuang's body again, his eyes carefully scanning the half of the body, and found that the cut was flush, as if it was cut into two parts by a knife in a normal and relaxed state.

There are two reasons for this situation. One is that the person was beheaded due to a sudden accident or a conspiracy by an acquaintance.
The second is the effect of some kind of magic, and judging from Er Zhuang's physical appearance, it is very likely related to space-related magic.

Gao Lian said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

It is because the reasons are complicated that even though a huge amount of money has been invested in Er Zhuang's body repair, ordinary medical means are simply unable to deal with this abnormal situation.

Among the extraordinary people registered with the company, no magic can effectively deal with this strange situation.

Yan Huan crossed his arms and thought, there were really a lot of things behind this girl. In addition to her abnormal physical condition, there was also a series of secrets such as the Gao family's family banquet and the old man who looked after the graves.

"Okay, there's no point in thinking too much." Yan Huan took a deep breath, "Let's get started."

Er Zhuang was breathing heavily, and his breathing mask was covered with layers of mist which dissipated in an instant. His life was like a candle in the wind. However, only an experienced sorcerer like Yan Huan knew how powerful Er Zhuang's breath was as a living person.

Although the body is damaged, the tenacity of life is supplemented by the soul.

She is an absolutely strong and optimistic girl.

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the Wood Element came to him!
call--

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the instruments in the laboratory were shaken constantly. The air was filled with tension and turbulence.

Gao Lian was blinded by the sudden wind. When he finally regained his sight, he found that the platform where Er Zhuang was lying was covered with flowers and the fragrance was alluring.

Yan Huan spread his green wings behind his back and raised them high, covering the entire surface of the table.

Gao Lian was stunned. He didn't know which god Yan Huanqing possessed, when suddenly a black wall came crushing down in front of him.

He stepped back in fear and fell back onto the sofa, his heart almost stopping.

Bang!

A dull ventilation sound broke the silence, frightening Gao Lian. The pipes and equipment that were originally maintaining Er Zhuang's life were quickly removed.

The black wooden box has been completely opened, and Yan Huan's exclusive operating table has been completely set up.

Yan Huan stood in front of the high platform, flapping his wings, flashing green light, and using the power of wood to awaken the flesh and blood vitality of the two strong men at the cut.

Wood represents the qualities of growth, expansion, and upward growth, which coincides with the growth and supporting role of bones.

Yan Huan used vines as the base and recreated the bones.

The dark green vines twisted in the air like living things, gradually forming a tough skeleton, and the lower body of the two strong men was reassembled.

The liver controls the tendons, the kidneys control the bones, and Yan Huan also drives the small water pearls to help maintain vitality.

At this time, Er Zhuang's body had already presented a strange appearance, with half of the flesh and half of the skeleton spliced ​​together, which looked very weird.

"Year after year".

Yan Huan called out in a low voice, and a purple tentacle slowly emerged from his chest.

The surface of the tentacles was flowing with a sticky liquid, with a slight sheen, extending towards Er Zhuang's skeleton. The tentacles kept wriggling, sticking to the bones, and slowly merging with them. The tentacles slid on the bones, as if intentionally or unintentionally drawing blood and flesh patterns.

At every contact point, Sui Sui quickly and carefully injected a purple viscous substance into the skeleton. This substance gradually solidified and formed a layer of tough flesh, filling the gaps in the skeleton.

As the tentacles continued to wriggle and penetrate, the originally dry white bones were gradually covered with flesh and blood. The sticky substance fused on the bones to form a delicate flesh layer, gradually revealing the original muscle texture and tissue structure of the human body.

The whole process is a vivid transformation ritual. After nearly half an hour, the skin part is completed.

All the damage inside the body was left to Bifang to repair, and Er Zhuang's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Your eyes need to adjust to the light, but the lab is extremely dark, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Although the mouth, tongue and vocal cords have been repaired, the vocal habits still need to be slowly restored. In addition, the flesh and blood provided by Sui Sui will carry her self-consciousness, and I will let this part of consciousness fall into sleep." Yan Huan reminded.

The use of Yang Shen Kung Fu is the embodiment of powerful sexual power, especially for Er Zhuang. Yan Huan is not worried at all that Sui Sui's consciousness will backfire.

Er Zhuang tried to open his eyes. The faint light from the instrument in the dark environment was a little dazzling, but bearable.

She tried to sit up, but her waist and arms were a little weak, so Yan Huan helped her up.

Er Zhuang glanced around and his sight finally stopped looking down on everything from a high position. The range that his eyes could accept was very narrow, but it was enough to make him feel at ease.

She clasped her hands and extended her fingers along her legs. Her body was a little stiff, but after some effort, she still touched her ankles.

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

"I... remember..." Er Zhuang's lips and teeth were slightly open, his voice was a little unclear, and he couldn't pronounce the words.

She glanced around, grabbed the instrument connected to her, and stepped into the electromagnetic wave with Yang Shen Kung Fu.

After a moment, her yang spirit returned, and she tapped Yan Huan's pocket with a trembling finger.

Yan Huan took out his cell phone and the screen lit up.

Er Zhuang: I think my legs could be longer, my waist could be thinner, and my butt could be more perky and fuller...

Er Zhuang: Having said that, the overall feeling is pretty good.

"That's enough!" Yan Huan looked up from the phone screen, "You know how much energy this takes on me, don't be so ungrateful."

Erzhuang's wet hair hung down on his shoulders, and his eyes, on his pale and sickly face, were already shining brightly.

"Why still..." Yan Huan opened her mouth to speak, but Er Zhuang closed his eyes again, and another message popped up on the phone screen.

Er Zhuang: You are wrong, that is culture medium in your eyes.

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Yan Huan said helplessly, took off his coat and put it on Er Zhuang.

"You should rest for a while. I will come back in three days. Remember to prepare all the information about my parents."

After giving some instructions, Yan Huan turned around and wanted to leave.

The rest of the time must be left to them, father and daughter.

But before he walked out of the laboratory door, the little water crystal pearl suddenly became agitated again, flickering slightly in the light and shadow of the laboratory, and slowly flew towards Er Zhuang, drawing a gorgeous arc in the air.

The light from the small pearl flowed, diffusing a crystal-like brilliance. Strands of light lingered in the air, gradually dispelling the shadows in the room.

The small pearl slowly descended and hovered above Er Zhuang's head, its faint light rippling gently like water waves.

A faint light slowly flowed out from Er Zhuang's body, like the morning mist, and was gradually absorbed by the small water crystal pearl.

Yan Huan saw that the crystal clear surface of the pearl had some ice cracks on it, as if a chick was about to break out of its shell.

(End of this chapter)