Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

"If the speed of absorbing life force is directly proportional to the contact area, what if this is the case?" Xiang Qian took the initiative to put his right hand on the back of the opponent's hand, "Ah ha, it is indeed so."

The playboy's leisure time almost made Jia Ying collapse, and she finally realized that she was doing useless work. She asked Gordon to find Skye out of her own selfish motives, but now that Gordon was accidentally captured, the entire tribe was exposed.

Risk. As the leader of the ethnic group, she cannot let the entire ethnic group pay for her own selfishness.

Killing this playboy will inevitably cause Wude Group's commercial operations and scientific research and development to fall into chaos for a certain period of time, which may create opportunities for other tribesmen to cause more damage, thereby eliminating the risk of the tribe being exposed.

Whether it was the Tyria Crystal or the later life-force absorption, they were all her desperate attempts to cut off the black hand reaching out to her own clan.

At the same time, the tragic result of dying together can also be used to warn those careerists who covet their own ethnic group. This assassination is both self-sacrifice and self-salvation.

Originally, the assassination was a bad choice made out of desperation, but Xiang Xiang's repeated temptations and provocations during the meeting finally contributed to this result.

Now, the last attempt has obviously failed. The huge psychological pressure and sense of loss have made Jia Ying fall into a desperate situation. The hands that were originally tightly clasped forward also loosened unconsciously, and her body seemed to have been drained of strength.

Fall backwards.

"Oh, that won't work, the test isn't over yet!" He reached out and grabbed Jia Ying's arm, pulling Jia Ying's arm back.

The lady's body was as light as a feather, passing through the air above the desk; before Jia Ying could react, her body was already in the arms of the playboy. She tried hard to struggle out, but there was a gun hanging on her waist.

The man's arms restrained her like an iron hoop.

"What are you doing?" Jia Ying panicked, frightening thoughts rolling through her mind, the clearest of which was the most famous name of the man in front of her: Playboy.

If this term is not derogatory in the United States, it is completely different in the Chinese civilization circle. "Playboy" is basically equivalent to "pervert" or "pervert" in the eyes of traditional Chinese people.

Unexpectedly, apart from holding on tightly, he made no further aggressive moves - at least not yet - he just squeezed Jia Ying's palm curiously, constantly trying to change the relationship between the two of them.

contact area.

"There is no reaction at all now... Can you control your absorbing ability? When you don't want to, even if you have physical contact, it won't hurt the other person, right?"

There was no lust in her forward gaze, but more of exploration. Jia Ying, who was still in shock, felt a little relieved; also, who would be interested in a disfigured woman? At such a close distance, she still looked at the criss-crossing scars.

If you can speak calmly, you are considered a well-educated man.

"Yes...yes!" Jia Ying reluctantly answered the question in a very bad tone.

Except for the strange superpower that absorbs life force, Jia Ying's physical strength is no different from that of ordinary women. Her struggle cannot move her forward. In this process, the playboy's physique and strength have the absolute upper hand, which also gives him

Make the most of your energy and persevere in asking questions.

"What if you lose the ability to control yourself? Will this ability be triggered automatically? For example, when you lose consciousness?"

The new question unexpectedly aroused Jia Ying's inexplicable resistance. A strong look of disgust appeared on her face, and even the struggling movements that had gradually stopped became intense again.

After a long time, she replied fiercely: "Yes!" Then she struggled like crazy again, shouting angrily: "Let go, you still won't let me go!"

Unfortunately, what Ms. Jia Ying is facing now is not the affectionate playboy Xiang Qiang, but the scientist who has entered a state of scientific research. Before completing his scheduled research work, he showed a jaw-dropping heart of stone.

He grabbed the lady's hand in his arms, pulled both of her arms into his, and pulled her body over, forcing her to face him - he was observing the scars on the lady's face - no matter what

Whether the other party is willing to cooperate.

The scar on Jia Ying's face is very strange: Qiang Xiang noticed it when they first met.

Scars on a normal person's body will generally grow a large number of granulations at the wound site; this is a repair made by the body's self-repair ability after the muscle tissue has been severely damaged. However, the body's self-repair ability is limited for ordinary people.

For those serious injuries, even if the body tries its best, it cannot be repaired to the perfect state before the injury.

The granulations that grow out of the wound will form uneven and uneven lines that are different from normal skin. Even under the most regular circumstances, the wound will look like a centipede - this is the shape of many surgical scars.

And if it is an irregular wound, the wrong lines will become more hideous and terrifying.

The scars that appeared in front of me at this moment were completely different; looking forward, I couldn't see the slightest bit of new granulation in these criss-crossing scars.

If we use an inappropriate analogy, these scars on Jia Ying's face are like the cracks of cracked porcelain or mirrors, which are smoother and finer. Combined with Jia Ying's delicate skin, her face looks more like a broken piece.

Porcelain that has been bonded again.

This is why Qiang Xiang said that he saw the hidden beauty in her face: the more obvious the cracks, the more people will pay attention to her past beauty.

"Your scars... you can't even absorb the life force to heal them?" The fingers moved forward and slid across the lady's face, touching the blue-black "cracks";

Looking forward, these scars can only be called "cracks", and their color is different from normal scars. Although the granulation growth of wounds on normal people is irregular, they will still appear flesh-colored after healing, and occasionally appear red.

, the color that symbolizes life and growth.

The scar on Jia Ying's face was a lifeless blue-black color.

"They are dead a long time ago, not just my face, but my whole person. These scars remind me that I have been a dead person for a long time, and no amount of vitality can change this." Jia

Ying's words became low and gloomy, "You can also think that what you are holding is a corpse."

This kind of superficial intimidation is of no use moving forward. He has been to hell and seen countless undead souls. A "dead man" who can talk and breathe? Has he ever said that he is a lover or the king of hell?

Oh, by the way, I really didn’t tell Jia Ying, so forget it.

Not to mention, from the perspective of Xiang Xiang's soul, Jia Ying's soul is clearly a living person; from this perspective, Xiang Xiang sees that there are also cracks in the other party's soul, intertwined with her spiritual body.

above.

Perhaps that is the key to why Jia Ying's scars cannot heal - she really encountered a near-death situation, and the scars were also the trauma left at that time?

At this time, a flash of light suddenly flashed through Xiang Qian's mind: Not only was his vitality huge in quantity, but it was also essentially different from ordinary people's; it came from the depths of his soul, and it also had powerful soul-repairing power.

So if you use your own life force to treat Ms. Jia Ying, will the result be...

The forward gaze becomes dangerous, a danger unique to men when it comes to beautiful women.

Jia Ying, who was so close, reacted almost immediately; she had seen this dangerous look on many men before she was disfigured, but she hadn't seen it for twenty years now.

While she was panicking, she couldn't help but have an inappropriate thought: Is there something wrong with this man? He is so hungry that he wouldn't find a disfigured woman, right?

The speed of danger coming was not much slower than her thoughts. In a daze, she leaned forward and kissed the lips of the woman in her arms.

Jia Ying was shocked and angry, but before she could resist, an astonishingly huge flow of energy surged over from the other party's lips, tongue, arms, palms, and any part that had direct contact with her. She didn't use herself

When you have the ability, this energy is passed on roughly and cannot be refused.

Jia Ying was inexplicably horrified; her own superpowers could only work when the skin was in direct contact, but there was no limit to the forward transmission of energy. Even through clothes, the energy flow continued to invade her body.

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The huge energy almost instantly broke down the woman's psychological defense.

The energy that was actively transmitted forward brought Jia Ying an unprecedented feeling, completely different from that of ordinary people; those lively, unrestrained, and warm feelings filled Jia Ying's body and mind, making her deeply intoxicated until her body appeared.

It was the new strange changes that woke her up.

"Stop!" Jia Ying leaned back suddenly and broke away from the playboy's intoxicating kiss; "I... feel so uncomfortable!"

A severe numbness spread all over her body. She struggled a few times, and this time the restraints on her were easily released when she moved forward.

Feeling that her hands were free again, Jia Ying subconsciously scratched her face a few times, and then suddenly realized: her scar was healing, and this itchy feeling was a normal reaction during the scar healing stage.

"You feel it too, it does work, right?" He moved forward and wiped the corners of his lips with his fingertips. He no longer concealed the aggressiveness of his gaze.

Jia Ying was at a loss for a moment, perhaps because she couldn't believe it, or perhaps because she was worried that her dream would be shattered. Her eyes were filled with joy and sorrow, and she lost focus for a while: "It's useful, what's useful?"

"Don't feel it? Then let's try again?" He pressed forward step by step with a malicious smile.

Jia Ying subconsciously took several steps back, and her back suddenly hit a hard surface, making a slight collision sound; behind was the floor-to-ceiling window, and she had no way to retreat.

"Wait..." She opened her mouth to stop her, but the man's more rapid movements caused her voice to be blocked deep in her throat and turned into a vague mutter.

At the turn of spring and summer, the thin clothes did not stop her from moving forward. Jia Ying leaned weakly on the floor-to-ceiling window glass and allowed the man to open her clothes.

The playboy's movements suddenly stopped, and the strong aura of lust suddenly disappeared; Jia Ying opened her eyes, her eyes full of ridicule: "I told you a long time ago that what you are holding is just a corpse, do you believe it now?

"

His forward gaze stayed on Jia Ying's exposed skin for a long time, unable to conceal his surprise; he finally understood that Jia Ying's statement that she was a "corpse" was not a simple intimidation or self-deprecation.

From the bottom of her shoulder blades on both sides to the center of her abdomen, there was a huge "Y" shaped wound; anyone who has studied forensic medicine can easily tell that this is the anatomy method used by forensic doctors during autopsies - if examination is needed

The internal organs of the deceased.

Jia Ying was very satisfied with Qiang Xiang's voiceless state at the moment; she didn't believe that facing the terrible truth about this body could not scare away this man's "perverted" lust. It would be better to scare him into a permanent problem to relieve his anger.

The lady, who had been retreating steadily before, fought back; she supported her still weak body, stood up with rapid breathing that had not yet subsided, and looked down at the man in front of her like a queen - she believed that she had won the final victory in this confrontation.

victory.

But before she could pull up her lapel, the playboy told her with practical actions: You are wrong.

His forward gaze changed from surprise to pity and regret. His fingertips touched the dissection incision and he said softly: "I can't imagine now what kind of pain you have experienced."

In Jia Ying's astonished eyes, the playboy continued his original actions as if nothing had happened, and his movements were coherent as if he had never been shocked by the terrifying anatomy wound on her body.

The swift movements shattered all Jia Ying's attempts to resist. Her clothes were completely stripped off, exposing more scars on the surface of her body.

These scars can make anyone who sees them understand that the pain this woman has experienced is even more tragic than the corpse on the autopsy table.

But Xiang Qian was unmoved, the burning desire was burning in his eyes, and the flame was still spreading to the woman.

"No... stop!" At the last moment, the last clarity in Jia Ying's mind made her scream out; "You can't do this, I... I am Daisy's mother."

The forward movement stopped again.

"Daisy?"

"Yes, I am her mother." Jia Ying gasped, feeling terrified. She was almost infected by the man's lust and lost her. As if she was afraid that the other party would not understand, she quickly added: "Daisy"

That's Skye; her original name, her original name was Daisy."

Qian Qian did hesitate for a moment. No need to explain, he already knew Skye's real name from Calvin Johnson.

He studied Jia Ying's face, as if he wanted to find out the connection between her and Skye from their appearance.

The man's hesitation made Jia Ying breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the danger had finally passed.

But the next moment, a brutal force pulled her body and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was lying on the cold glass, and she could feel the man's warm breath in her ears, and a sentence full of aggression: "Madam, don't wait for the man to take the last step before shouting stop."