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"You call this a craniotomy!?"

After seeing the machete in Fang Mo's hand, Logan shouted without even thinking: "I think you want to behead me!"

"Beheading?"

After hearing what Luo Gen said, Fang Mo also subconsciously glanced at his Mayuling chopping knife: "How...how do you know that I am better at head-preserving treatment?"

This is not Fang Mo's deliberate nonsense. You must know that in the setting of the Craftsman's Soul, weapons like the cleaver are inherently enhanced with decapitation 2. What's more, the Mayuling cleaver is the weapon that has been with him for the longest time. That Fang What if Mo gives it a few more beheadings to strengthen it?

"You make me feel like a psycho!"

Seeing Fang Mo's unmoved look, Luo Gen frowned and said something.

Then very quickly, he let go of Fang Mo's collar, then turned around and walked toward the door. As he walked, he said, "I shouldn't have believed those stupid words of yours a long time ago. Now I change." I have an idea, I want to leave this ghost place, and you..."

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

After seeing Luo Gen's attitude, Fang Mo, who also had a headache, raised his forehead and said, "I have worked so hard to help you treat your illness, can't you understand me?"

"Trying to take pains to pry my skull open, right?"

Logan paused when he heard this, then turned to look at Fang Mo: "Why, do you still expect others to say thank you to you?"

"You're not the big brother, you're Wolverine, the most popular character in the X-Men series, Edman, a pure man with a tough body and bullets that don't even stop, what's wrong with asking me to open my skull to take out the bullets? That's really not possible, I'll let it go Charles will play you an ASMR video...can you have an intracranial orgasm to relax first?"

Fang Mo held out his chopping knife and said, "Besides, I am Jesus. Even if you are really dead, I can bring you back to life."

"Wait, why am I still involved?"

Before Logan could speak, Charles asked first: "What is ASMR..."

"Sorry, I don't want to know this anymore."

This time it was Logan's turn to speak. He frowned and walked towards the door: "Anyway, don't make any plans for me... Do you understand?"

"Damn it, Uncle Wolf, why are you refusing to listen to me?"

After seeing Logan's attitude, Fang Mo obviously couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned to Charles and ordered: "Come on! Charles! Use your mental power to force the front of his mind hard." ○Glands!”

"???"

When Charles heard this, he looked at Fang Mo in confusion.

Of course, his expression is easy to understand. It probably means, 'Do you think this thing grows in your head? ’ something like that.

"Why are you staring at me?" However, seeing Charles looking at him in astonishment, Fang Mo also asked directly: "What, his prostate is on my face? You control him first!"

"I don't think it's a matter of where you grow up..."

Charles took a deep breath to calm down his soaring blood pressure due to old age: "I can feel the confusion in Logan's heart. I can understand that you want to help your friend recover his memory as soon as possible, but... Don’t you think Logan needs to calm down first?”

"It's simple, if you can do it, go ahead."

Fang Mo couldn't help but said, "Can't you just restore his memory and be done with it?"

"I can not do it."

Charles shook his head and said: "The structure of the human brain is very complex. This is a physical injury. Even my mutant ability cannot cure him..."

"Then why are you talking to me about these foreign things?"

Fang Mo directly picked up the knife: "I already told him that it was the bullet. I went over and opened his head with a knife to pull out the bullet and that was it."

"Calm down, calm down."

Seeing this, Charles quickly tried to dissuade him: "Logan is not only your friend, but also my friend. Of course I can't bear to see him like this, but the human brain is a very complex thing. If you add the self-healing Factors are even more troublesome..."

"Human memory is jointly controlled by the hippocampus, parietal lobe, temporal lobe, diencephalon, cortex, etc., and Logan's self-healing ability allows him to maintain the most perfect physical condition, that is, in his prime... But None of us can guarantee to what period his brain cells will return to if they regenerate, and whether they will carry the memories of the past. If we perform a craniotomy rashly, it may have the opposite effect."

Charles persuaded with a serious look on his face: "I'm not being alarmist, but brain cells are different from body cells... If he has a physical problem, I won't stop you."

"Is that so?"

After hearing what Charles said, Fang Mo also nodded.

He understood what the other party meant. It was probably that Logan's X factor was self-healing, which meant that the body remained in its prime. But if the brain also returned to its prime because of this...then could the memories experienced over the years be retained? Down, it's hard to say.

Although there was still a high probability that there would be no problem, Charles didn't want to take the chance.

"But we can't just put it off like this, right?"

After thinking about it, Fang Mo couldn't help but frown and said: "The Uncle Wolf I knew was the Uncle Wolf in the past, not the one he is now. We can't just let him have amnesia like this, right?"

"How about this."

Charles also sighed after hearing this: "Anyway, leave this matter to me first. I will find a way to solve this matter within three days... no, within forty-eight hours, okay?"

"Tsk...okay."

Although Fang Mo felt a little unhappy after hearing what Charles said, he finally nodded in agreement.

He could still wait for two days. If that didn't work, he planned to use abyss magic to kill Logan first and then resurrect him. Even if there was a risk in opening his head, he would use magic to reshape him. There is no risk to the body, right?

"You can live here for a while."

Seeing Fang Mo relent, Charles also felt obviously relieved: "A lot of things have happened in the past few decades, and I also have a lot of things I want to talk to you about."

"Oh, that's good."

Fang Mo did not reject Charles's kindness.

Just like what the other party said, decades have indeed passed here. The last time I came here was during the Cold War, and now all the energetic guys are gone.

According to the urinary nature of the X-Men world, it is estimated that there are a lot of black technologies here.

I might be able to unlock some new modules or something.

"Then find me a room."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also said directly to Charles: "It needs to be a little bigger. After all, I am bringing my family with me this time."

"Drawing a family with you?"

Charles seemed to be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked a little uncertainly: "Uh...is that what I meant?"

"Is this difficult to understand?"

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows: "You and Eric can't be in love and never get married, and then you force me to be single with you, right?"

"Actually, Eric had a family..."

When Charles heard this, he suddenly sighed deeply and said: "But because of some accidents, his family members died, so he can never look back on that road."

"Oh, is it so?"

Fang Mo nodded subconsciously when he heard this.

He vaguely remembered that in the plot of X-Men Apocalypse, Magneto did fall in love with a woman and gave birth to a little girl. As a result, he accidentally exposed his identity as a mutant while saving people, and his wife and daughter were all He was killed, and then this guy completely turned into a black man.

But that’s the plot of the new timeline.

But now it seems that Magneto in this old timeline still killed his whole family.

"Hey, Eric is a poor man too..."

Fang Mo sighed when he thought of this. Strictly speaking, Magneto and Charles are like the conservatives and radicals among mutants.

It's just that in Fang Mo's view, Magneto, a radical, is still too conservative.

Fang Mo thought about it for a moment. If something happened to Axue or Xiaoyao... God knows what crazy things he would do.

He just briefly thought about how the two people were injured, or died in front of him, and an extremely violent emotion suddenly emerged in his heart. Fang Mo felt that he could not quell this anger even if he destroyed the world. There is a high probability that everyone will be trapped in a closed time loop, and then again and again, they will try their best to kill everyone to let them understand what real hell is.

"You seem to be thinking of something very bad."

However, while Fang Mo was thinking about it, Charles next to him suddenly spoke as if he noticed something.

"Are you peeking into my thoughts again?"

Fang Mo frowned and subconsciously pulled out a bloody stick.

"Gift crab!" After seeing the wooden stick, Charles seemed to have a sudden attack of PTSD. His slightly kind expression due to his age suddenly changed drastically, and he pushed the wheelchair with both hands and hurriedly backed away: "You...you... you... Why do you still keep this stick!?"

Yes, due to excessive fright, he even uttered a curse word unconsciously.

It's just that Charles has experienced a lot of ups and downs compared to when he was young, so he quickly regained his composure and hurriedly explained.

"Wait a minute, I'm not peeking into your thoughts."

Charles stared at the wooden stick in Fang Mo's hand uncomfortably: "I have grown a lot over the years, and I no longer read other people's memories and thoughts without authorization... Anyway, you put the stick down first, and let's have a nice talk, okay?" "

"Then you just..."

"That's just ordinary observation."

Charles immediately explained: "Even if I lose my mutant abilities, I am still Professor X with multiple degrees...which also includes psychology, so of course I can guess what you are thinking."

"Oh, okay."

Fang Mo slowly put away the stick after hearing this: "So you have indeed grown a lot."

"But no matter how much I grow, the hardness of my skull is limited..."

Charles rubbed the back of his head helplessly.

Because of this little episode, the conversation between the two ended hastily.

Fang Mo wanted to chat with him for a while, but Charles said that he was overly frightened and his chest felt so bad now that he needed to take some medicine and take a rest, so he found a random person and took Fang Mo to the guest room to rest first. Let’s talk about it later.

Then since Charles wants to rest.

Naturally, Fang Mo would not force the other party to chat.

So soon, he left with Ororo...that is, the Storm Girl here.

I have to say that Charles's manor is really big, and it seems to have been renovated now. The whole manor is filled with an upper class... or aristocratic atmosphere. It does look quite high-end, even if you live there There were a lot of mutant children inside, and it didn't feel crowded at all.

Walked inside for more than ten minutes.

Fang Mo arrived at his guest room quickly.

It can be seen that Charles still attaches great importance to himself. After opening the door, Fang Mo found that this room is indeed quite spacious, and the supporting facilities are also complete. It not only has two bedrooms and living room, but also a separate kitchen and bathroom.

Especially the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, which can directly see the lawn outside.

This reminded Fang Mo vaguely of when he lived here before. It seemed that the room had a quite large floor-to-ceiling window, which he quite liked.

And that telepathic mutant named Emma.

"Oh, right."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at Storm not far away: "Girl, I want to ask you something."

"……What?"

Storm was stunned when she heard this.

"Do you know a woman named White Queen?" Fang Mo recalled and asked, "She seems to be called Emma. Does she also live here?"

"The White Queen?"

Storm thought hard and finally shook her head: "Sorry, I don't know..."

"Oh, that's okay."

Fang Mo shook his head. He probably left Emma with Magneto as in the original work. He just thought of him accidentally, so he mentioned it. He didn't need Emma to sleep with him now, so there was no need. Must find each other or something.

Because there is still something to be busy with.

Storm quickly left the room.

As for Fang Mo, this room had obviously not been occupied for a long time and was a little dusty, so he simply pulled A Xue out of the pure white space.

"Good evening, Master."

After being pulled out, Axue first greeted Fang Mo gently, and then looked at the surrounding environment: "Master, is this a new world already?"

"Roughly the same."

Fang Mo nodded along the way: "Anyway, let's clean up first. We will stay here recently."

"OK."

Axue smiled gently, and then began to clean seriously.

It is worth mentioning that when the little good-for-nothing Cheems saw this, he actually picked up the rag in a decent manner and started to help wipe the floor.

Although the opponent looked like a Shiba Inu, he was actually a weird thing like a ghost animal star. His claws were very flexible, as if he could suck objects into his hands, so he was surprisingly capable, and soon he was near the living room. The floor was polished and as clean as new.

And while Axue and the little loser were cleaning, they took advantage of this gap.

Fang Mo also continued to study MC items.

Of course, what he was studying this time was not a new gadget, but the effeminate core that he had previously pulled out from the pig god's mouth.

Xiao Yao's previous words gave Fang Mo a lot of inspiration. He really wanted to have a child to raise, but now if he has a baby with Xiao Yao, it will not unlock pregnancy modules. Two digitized lives. ...There is a high probability that it won’t be born, so I might as well try to raise it as a mother first.

And think of sissy.

Of course Fang Mo thought of the little ender dragon.

Yes, speaking of children, isn’t this ready-made daughter right here? So Fang Mo immediately thought and pulled the little ender dragon out of the pure white world.

"……Roar?"

The little ender dragon seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly he was pulled out by Fang Mo. He was obviously a little confused: "Mom?"

"Good boy, come and eat this thing."

Fang Mo had a smile on his face, as if he was coaxing his daughter to take Chinese medicine.

The little ender dragon blinked curiously when he heard this, then brought his huge head over and sniffed the sissy core on Fang Mo's hand. However, this thing was pure metal and had no smell at all, so it He quickly stuck out his tongue and rolled the sissy core into his mouth.

The next second, the little ender dragon raised its head slightly.

With just a grunt, the sissy core was swallowed by it.

"Daughter, my daughter..." Fang Mo was obviously looking forward to it. He rubbed his hands excitedly and let out a burst of fatherly laughter: "Hehehehe."

And just as Fang Mo expected.

It didn't take long for the swallowed sissy core to take effect.

A strange purple-pink light suddenly appeared from the huge body of the little ender dragon, and then began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dragon's body lying on the ground gradually stood up on its legs, and finally turned into a young figure. .