Split Sky Rider

Chapter 1178 - Regeneration of Broken Arm

"Mauri, come here and relax. I won't hurt you."

Chen Fei waved at Mao Li Mei Xin, then used force to pry open the huge fruit, creating a crack on the surface that was big enough for a person to crawl into.

“Eh?! Eh hey hey hey…”

Mao Li Mei Xin was puzzled and thought that Chen Fei wanted to treat her to this... big melon. How should she eat this melon?

It looks like it can't be finished in one meal. It's very polite of you to send such a big melon to your visit.

She moved forward as she was told, curious to see what the flesh was, but was unexpectedly pushed by Chen Fei from behind. She stumbled and stumbled towards the crack of the fruit. She wanted to reach out and press the edge of the crack as if by reflex to stop herself from losing balance. She never expected that the crack in front of her was like a big mouth that suddenly opened and swallowed her in without warning.

She felt like she had fallen into a soft sofa, her whole body wrapped in softness from head to toe. She barely turned her head back and saw Chen Fei standing outside the fruit, waving at her with a smile.

"Just think of it as a nap, Maori, see you later!"

"'Rookie', you..."

Maori Meixin did not notice that the countless silk threads of varying thickness inside the fruit were quickly entangled with her body, and the cracks that let in light quickly closed. As the last ray of light disappeared, a strong sense of drowsiness rushed over her like a tide and quickly drowned her.

…

I don’t know how long it was before Maori Meixin was awakened by a loud noise. The camp, which was composed of neatly arranged tents, was like a refugee camp, with noise all day long.

He moved his body slightly, and pieces of it, crumpled and like cardboard, fell off his body.

"Huh?"

She sat up puzzled and found that she had been lying on the ground without knowing when. Her body was covered with something as thin as a palm-leaf fan and as small as a fingernail. There were also many filamentous fiber-like things wrapped around her, and the same was true under her body.

Maori Meixin couldn't remember when she covered herself with these old paper-like things. They were of different sizes and shapes. It was not easy to put them on her body steadily. The tent curtain was swaying slowly. She didn't have many acquaintances in Habraf and was temporarily staying in Socotra Island, so it didn't seem like anyone's prank.

She touched her body again in confusion. Her clothes were intact, with no limbs missing.

Yes! No limbs are missing!

Huh? No missing limbs?

Hmm!!! No missing limbs!!!

Mao Li Meixin slowly lowered her head, and faced the falling gaze with her hands. Her left hand was there, and her right hand... was there too? !

“Eh? Eh!~~~~~~~~~”

Mao Li Meixin's earth-shattering scream was heard from inside the tent.

Her voice inevitably alarmed the other tents around. Except for the patrol robots that should have arrived as soon as possible, they still stayed at their posts and did not come to check.

"Hey, Ms. Maori, are you okay?"

"Are there cockroaches? These damn little bugs were brought to the island!"

Some people gathered in groups of three or four around Maori Meixin's tent. After spending a few days together, the nearby neighbors became familiar to each other. After all, most of them were colleagues, just in different departments, and their positions might be of different levels.

"It's okay, I'm fine, I just fell asleep."

Mao Li Mei Xin quickly pushed open the door curtain and walked out to show that she was safe and sound.

Before walking out of the tent, she glanced at the time and found that she had only slept for more than two hours.

In just two hours, my severed hand grew back. It was incredible, like a dream.

"Ms. Maori, your hand..."

Some people were sharp-eyed and noticed something strange about Mao Li Meixin. More and more people noticed her right hand and showed surprised expressions.

"Ah? Didn't you break one of your arms?"

"Why? Why did you take it back?"

"Is it a regeneration magic potion? Or a spell?"

Whether it is magic potion or some spell, the cost of regenerating a severed arm is definitely not low. Even at the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee Headquarters, not many people have access to such resources.

If someone in the tent area suddenly regenerated a severed limb, it would undoubtedly cause quite a stir.

Mao Li Mei Xin explained half-truthfully: "A friend gave me a magic potion, and I didn't know about it beforehand."

The first half of the sentence is false, but the second half is true.

It was not easy for her to say that she had drilled into a huge fruit, slept for a while, and then her lost hand grew back. If she really wanted to explain it this way, then where was the fruit?

Pointing at those wrinkled paper-like things and saying that they were once a big fruit or a melon or something like that, you have to get people to believe it. Otherwise, they will probably think that you don't want to tell them the truth about the regeneration of severed limbs, which will offend them instead.

It would be fine if the "neighbors" in the tent area were all strangers, but most of them are employees of the Global Joint Defense Committee headquarters who they see every day, or employees of auxiliary outsourcing companies. Maori Meixin has to manage her character very carefully.

Once her reputation is ruined, she will be socially ruined, which is something she absolutely does not want to see.

"What kind of friend is this? He's amazing to be able to get something like this!"

"Many of the people transferred from Habraf this time are also disabled."

"Hush! Things that can regenerate limbs are hard to come by, so don't talk nonsense, don't spread it, and don't cause trouble for Miss Maori."

"Who is so capable, Mao Li, you really met a good person, is he your boyfriend? If he is your boyfriend, then it makes sense."

The people present could understand Maori's intentions. After all, there were many disabled people on Socotra Island. If everyone wanted to regenerate their broken limbs, there would not be so many magic potions or opportunities to cast spells.

Mao Li Mei Xin was also lucky to have met a capable friend, but that was also her own luck.

"He's not a boyfriend. He already has a girlfriend. I'm just lucky."

Why do a man and a woman have to form a couple? Mao Li Meixin, who couldn't understand this idea, had an embarrassed but polite smile on her face. There was no way to explain this!

"Hey! What luck!"

“Enviable!”

"Since there is nothing else, let's go, we have things to do!"

After all, it was not Mao Li Mei Xin who got the opportunity for limb regeneration by herself, but she benefited from others. Apart from envy, everyone had no other emotions and dispersed one after another.

What else can you do? Chop off the Maori girl's hand and put it on your own hand? Borrow someone else's hand to make up for someone else's disability?

Isn't this kind of evil and unorthodox idea simply brain-dead?

Half an hour later, Maoli Meixin, whose hands had returned to normal, arrived at the camp.

This camp was not a temporary camp for the Habraf group, but a pre-existing camp on Socotra Island. In addition to rows of modular integrated dormitories and barracks, there was a warehouse area filled with standard containers and an airport where aircraft took off and landed from time to time, responsible for the distribution of materials on the island.

The sovereigns supplied a large amount of supplies to Socotra Island. The recipients were not only Chen Fei, but also the people in Habraf. The office area, which was gradually resuming its operations, the supporting commercial area and the modular residential buildings that were rising from the ground also required a large amount of supplies to build, not to mention the daily eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of so many people. The existence of the planting area was once again needed, and there were fishing boats fishing around the island, supplementing the food supply with fresh seafood.

"Thanks!"

Monk Sanhao handed a cup of steaming hot tea to Maori Meixin, who nodded in greeting, held the cup, blew on it, took a sip and put it down again.

“Good tea!”

The straw mat wrapped with wood board is also called tatami. It is of standard size and can cover the whole pavilion. It is a temporary thing made by the ninja team as carpenters. It serves as the venue for the hometown meeting, also known as the monk's Zen show-off scene.

It's a pity that there is no courtyard. The gurgling brook and the occasional tapping sounds of frightened deer can be heard from the occasional rumbling sound of a huge flying ship coming from the airport not far away.

"I don't have any experience in large-scale team or town management. Although I received the payment in advance, I was very nervous."

Maori Meixin knelt upright on the tatami mat. Before taking office in Habraf, she was just a section chief in a defense company, at most a small leader-level cadre. How could she have the qualifications to manage the entire Socotra Island? This fear and trepidation was definitely not modesty, but the truth. Her heart was beating fast. If she angered this "tyrant", would she have her hands chopped off again? This decisive and ruthless Dong Ling sister was also very panicked!

"Don't worry about the experience. Adam and Miyoshi will assist you. You will be responsible for the execution."

Chen Fei sat on a rattan sofa placed directly on the tatami. The big teacup at his hand could hold at least two pots of tea from the small clay stove cooked by Monk Sanhao. He would not accommodate this monk's Japanese Zen style and would do whatever made him comfortable.

He had already made arrangements before he approached Maori Meixin. Artificial intelligence AI was responsible for making daily plans and routine execution operations. Monk Sanyo happened to be very familiar with the people of Habraf, especially the big guys who survived this time. They had connections at the top and no lack of execution ability at the lower levels. All he needed was a familiar and reliable person to come forward.

Just like the ruling institutions in ancient times, no matter how powerful an emperor was, it was impossible for him to do all the work. Otherwise, he would have to tell the ministers of the three provinces and six ministries what to do and the court what to do. Chen Fei did not have any large team or administrative management experience or corresponding capabilities, but as long as he left professional matters to professionals and made decisions on the general direction himself, it would basically be fine. A foolish monarch would not destroy a dynasty in a few minutes.

Putting a sofa on the tatami was something my cousin did in Japan. His legs were too stiff to kneel down, and sitting cross-legged was not comfortable either. The backrest was even more uncomfortable. The Japanese room was too small, and it served as both a living room and a bedroom. Once the straw mat got dirty, there was no way to clean it, which was very inconvenient.