The Original Seeker

　　 "Pay?" Bai Mo, who was only planning to find some hand-practice experiment materials, didn't expect to say anything for a while.

　　 The two remained silent for half a minute, until the young man in front of him suddenly twitched and fell to the ground, and the pain made the expression on his face distorted.

"Sure enough, it was still a little too reluctant. An ordinary person with no ability transplanted three psionic organs at once. The original body's will can only temporarily suppress the remaining will of the foreign body's organs. Once it is used again, the rejection reaction will be too serious. Or should I find a stronger experimental material?" Bai Mo thought about it.

　　 "Woo, please, save my brother." The little girl with red eyes grabbed the part of the black figure that looked like a thigh and shook it vigorously.

　　 "Try if this medicine is effective first." Bai Mo took out the organ transplant pills prepared in advance from the box to reduce rejection, and stuffed two into the boy's mouth.

　　 The pill seemed to have some effect. Five minutes later, the boy's expression began to become calm, it seemed that the pain had eased, and he regained consciousness.

"Well, I have two solutions. The first is that when today's things have never happened, as long as you don't use those abilities and still live as an ordinary person, the rejection should never happen again. "Bai Mo said in an emotionless tone.

　　 "No!" The boy denied this proposal for the first time. "The scumbags who have no power will come up with my sister's idea sooner or later, and I don't want to live this kind of sneaky life!"

"For the second plan." Bai Mo made a gap in his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and then took out a test tube of spiritual fluid from the box and dripped the drop of his own blood into it. "Drink Drop it."

　　 "Is this...?" The boy had to hesitate while looking at the strangely bubbling unknown mixture.

"My blood can suppress them for you for a period of time, not much, probably only a month or two, after all, it is just a drop of my blood. During this period of time you need to become strong enough to face the one-time backlash. This backlash will also unite a little bit of my will. In other words, it is to give you an extra month or two to prepare for a bigger bet. If you win, you will truly gain these abilities and fail... …I don’t need to say more."

　　 "The liquid that got mixed in?"

"Things that can make you stronger quickly, of course, also have a little risk of death." Although the boy can't see Bai Mo's face, he can still guess his devilish smile. "There is always a price to pay for gaining power. ."

　　 "Okay!" The boy took the bubbling test tube in one hand and poured it into his mouth.

"I hope you can survive, otherwise your lovely sister will belong to me. After all, the materials used on you are still very expensive, so you have to get something back." Bai Mo hugged the little girl next to him lightly. Touched his head lightly.

　　 "You!" The deceived young man felt anxious for a while, and lost consciousness again under the action of the spiritual liquid he had drunk.

　　 Bai Mo casually threw the teenager who was still a half-year-old boy onto the bed, then put down the little girl he was holding in his hands, then took out a book from the box and read it to himself.

　　 "Oh? There seems to be a play." He watched the surrounding aura suddenly flowed crazily around the boy on the bed for several seconds, feeling that it should be possible.

　　 A few minutes after the spiritual energy vortex disappeared, the boy woke up again. Bai Mo took a glance at his current state, and he suddenly became a capable person of the 3rd layer of agility.

"How can I find a guy who can find the protagonist template on the experimental materials? He was born poor, but he brought a beautiful sister, and his luck was so good that he had three out of four psionic organ transplants, and he was a foreign body twice in a row. The volitional rejection is over, and Shengtu Lingye, which has a mortality rate of more than 80%, can still succeed. I am the grandfather of the transfer?" Bai Mo looked at this lucky teenager, and suddenly remembered reading a novel before. The protagonist of the time.

　　 "Wake up?" He put down the book in his hand and asked the boy.

　　 "Yeah." I saw the boy clutching his sister tightly like a calf, for fear that the guy in front of him would **** it away.

　　 "You are lucky." Continued to say without a trace of emotion.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 "The death rate of what you drank just now exceeds 80%." Bai Mo was completely disdainful of concealing this matter.

　　 "80%... Are you really planning to let me die?!"

　　 "It's just a bug that can be seen everywhere, and what is the relationship between life and death, even now, it is just a little mouse that can be destroyed by the palm of the hand."

　　 "You!" The boy flushed, obviously his self-esteem had been severely hit.

　　 "You still think about how to survive more than a month later. Even a strand of my will is enough to put you to death now, let alone other wills to help."

"Mr. Please help me!" For the first time, the young man learned the scenes in martial arts novels, and knocked three heads to Bai Mo, "I can't die! No one will take care of my sister if she is dead!" The little girl next to her also saw this. He kowtowed Bai Mo's head like his elder brother.

　　 "It's useless for you to knock your head off. I can only say that within a month, you must step into the fifth layer of agility and have your own life field, otherwise you will basically die."

"I'll give you another tube of this stuff. If you are really unsuccessful, then take another bet~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to see if your luck is really that good." He took out another test tube from the box. The spirit fluid was thrown to the young man who was kneeling on the ground.

　　 "Thank you!" The boy respectfully took the test tube, "Is it the one who stole my wallet today, sir? The sound of this box and yours makes me feel a little familiar."

　　 "Perhaps, if you don't move my wallet, all this won't happen. What's your name?"

　　 "My name is Robb, this is my younger sister, Luo Li." Robb took his younger sister's hand and walked to Bai Mo.

　　 "Aren't you afraid that I will take her away now?"

　　 "You really have such a mind, can I resist?"

"The things used on you tonight, the four psionic organs are counted at one million each, and the thing in your hand, the cost is about 500,000 yuan, and my drop of blood will be given to you. , Excluding my work expenses, it adds up to a total of 5 million, and I have time to pay it back."

　　 Bai Mo suddenly gave out such a statistic, and Robb was suddenly bewildered.

　　 "Sir, how should I pay..."

　　 "When you are eligible to come into contact with my world alive, you will then consider what to do."

　　 "Thank you!" Robb bowed sincerely.

"Finally sell you something." Bai Mo took out a tube of breakthrough potion that he had left as a sample from the box, and gently tossed it to Luobo. "This bottle is worth three million, and the account is also credited before. Up here."

After he said this sentence, he carried the box, a flash disappeared into the night, everything seemed to have never happened, only after the young man clenched his fist, the faintly flickering spark proved that all this was not dream.

　　 "Huang Biao! You bastard, you beat me so hard and you want to beat my sister. It's time to settle the ledger." Robb looked towards the back room.