Little Beauty relies on her luck to pass the level in Infinite Flow

Xiao Nan was pressed against the windowsill by He Xingyu, his chest pierced into the remaining glass on the window, and one of his arms was also broken off by him.

"Pah!" Xiao Nan spat out the blood in his mouth, turned his head and looked at He Xingyu behind him and said, "If I can't have it, then neither can you!"

As soon as Xiao Nan finished speaking, He Xingyu felt a pain in his abdomen and a sweet taste rising up in his throat. He lowered his head and saw a black bone spur growing on Xiao Nan's spine, and the front end of the bone spur had penetrated deeply into his body.

A flash of bright red suddenly appeared on the surface of the bone spur, like a red rose blooming in the darkness, winding all the way to the depths.

He Xingyu released the hand that was holding Xiao Nan, grabbed the bone spur in the front of his abdomen, and with his other hand, he bent his elbow and chopped down fiercely.

With a "click" sound and the muffled groans of both people, He Xingyu staggered back a few steps, grabbing the bone spur on his lower abdomen with his palm, tightened his fingers and then loosened them, took off his clothes and casually tied a knot around the wound.

As soon as he fastened his clothes, the bone spur on Xiao Nan's back attacked him again. He Xingyu dodged it by turning sideways, but the bone spur seemed to have its own tracker and kept chasing him.

He Xingyu was in front, enduring the pain of his wound and resisting the attack of the bone spur, while Xiao Nan was behind him, following him slowly with a smile on his face.

“Bang bang bang——!!”

He Xingyu rolled over to the ground to avoid the attack, quickly stood up, pulled out his pistol and fired three shots at Xiao Nan.

"You can't kill me now." Xiao Nan looked down at the wound from which he was shot and which was bleeding profusely. He had already suffered so many injuries that he didn't care about this little thing.

He once only wanted to research the perfect medicine to save his "father", not caring how many lives he had in his hands, and not caring how cruel the means were. After all, they had treated him, his "father", and his friends in the same way.

Their methods at that time were much more cruel than mine, and the primary potions were all tested on the experimental subjects of "father" and his group.

Later, they found that children were more suitable for fusion drugs than adults. They became the first experimental subjects among the children. There were 14 other people in the same group. These 15 people were injected with a small amount of drugs every day, and the cell mutations in their bodies were tested every day.

The dosage increased day by day, and he had to endure the bone-gnawing pain every day. Gradually, some of the 15 of them could not hold on.

If one person leaves, they can quickly find someone to replace him, but most of them are girls.

No one could come to save him.

By chance, he and his "father" were assigned to the same laboratory. When he was in unbearable pain, his "father" would gently stroke his back and comfort him with a warm voice.

It is obvious that "father" is also suffering every day, and it is obvious that he is suffering more than himself.

I don’t know what my “father”’s name is, I just know that if I had a father, he would be like him.

One day, he succeeded in merging with the potion, and his body gradually changed. He could heal his wounds quickly, punch a big hole in the wall, and two strange bulges grew on his back, stretching his skin so thin that it seemed as if it would break out of the ground in the next second. He naively thought that there was a glimmer of hope in his life.

But from that day on, they seemed to have put all their energy into themselves. They would cut off their own flesh to test how long it would take for new flesh to grow, and they would also draw out most of their blood to test their body's hematopoietic function.