Blue and White Society Chapter 742: Supplement happiness


Kelong sat quietly, he didn't expect that Mo Poor could really survive.

This kind of powerful intuition, the instinct to judge the right choice in an instant, is one of the qualities of the president.

Although it is very groundless, the president does need unparalleled judgment.

Even if it is intuition or luck, in short, a non-chief can never be the president.

A person with this potential is not necessarily the president, but the president must have this potential.

"Mo Poor, come back, I have something to tell you...my time is running out."

Kelong said, connected by Che Yun's mental power, Mo Poor said: "I can't shoot myself except to come to see you."

It's ridiculous to say that Mo Poor can't stop himself from flying to the sun now.

The arrow either reached its destination, or was shot again by Mo Poor halfway.

In other words, Mo Poor had to shoot himself again.

But in the normal state, he can't shoot himself. He can only use the regeneration feature to shoot with operations such as beheading.

"But my happiness is running out, and I feel that my personality has changed." Mo Poor said.

Shooting the head and then reshaping the original body is directly discarded, which is equivalent to building a body from scratch, which will consume a lot of happiness, and it is very likely that it will directly lead to a reversal of his personality.

In comparison, Mo Poor can live for a long time while floating in space.

Ordinary people will die of hypotension if they persist in space for at most 30 seconds. The air and water in the body expand due to low pressure, bursting the lungs and blood vessels.

However, exhale all the air as soon as possible to empty the lungs, so that the lungs will not explode.

As for the ultra-low temperature, because the molecules in the vacuum are too thin, the heat conduction efficiency is extremely poor, so although Mo Poor feels cold, he can still maintain his body temperature for a short time.

In this way, the only things that will cause people to die quickly are suffocation, water expansion in the body, and low blood boiling point under low pressure.

As for the suffocation, Mo Qiong is not empty at all, his stigmata is triggered from time to time, and the rose blood tears flowing from his eyes, his mouth and nose are covered by him, and he can stop breathing immediately, and his body doesn't need oxygen at all.

Plus his Qi and blood, although it is hot for him, has 38 degrees.

But in fact, to others, to nature, it is just liquid natural gas. Therefore, Mo Poor's blood will not boil due to low pressure.

However, precisely because it is only liquefied natural gas, the disadvantages have also been magnified. It will be easier to expand due to low pressure, and even the expansion force in a low-pressure environment is several times greater than that of ordinary people.

At this moment, the most harmful thing to Mo Poor's body in the space environment is his own blood.

His body was swollen, and the blood vessels in various parts of his body were bursting one after another, and his whole body seemed to be poked holes, leaking gas crazily.

This recoil force also pushed him towards the sun faster...

But no matter what, this degree of hypotension, under the regeneration at the molecular level, can't kill him at all, and it's not even a serious injury.

It's nothing more than a little less blood, and it will be replenished automatically in an instant. Compared with cutting off the head and growing a new body, the happiness value consumed is almost negligible.

"The cost of beheading and regeneration is enough for me to survive in space for two months..." Mo Qiong estimated.

Kelong smiled and said: "Understood, I will arrange the electromagnetic cannon to shoot the fusion earring to you immediately, and you can find a way to shine and help locate it."

Both of the fusion earrings were in Che Yun's hands, and before Mo Poor pretended to be Helen, he sent the earrings back first.

After all, everything on Helen's body will definitely be inspected, and it is indeed the case. Feibo and others not only took away Helen's belongings, but also changed her home.

At this moment, use the electromagnetic gun to accelerate, aim at Mo Poor in space, and just give him the fusion earring.

"Is it glowing...Understood."

Mo Poor tore off a piece of his swollen chest muscle, and the injury quickly healed, and he had an extra piece of meat carving material in his hand.

He scratched and bit, made a crude lamp god, and then hypnotized himself to make it shine!

In the dark of space, it's nearly impossible to target a person unless that person is constantly beaming.

This is not just a matter of visibility, but also because light is equal to emitting electromagnetic waves, and all large weapons of human beings are more convenient to lock on this kind of radiation.

Half an hour later, Mo Poor held up the ball of light shining in all directions, and saw a white spot in the direction of the earth continue to enlarge.

This is the full-fledged electromagnetic gun that Lanbai Society has followed up after absorbing future earth technology. When accelerating low-mass projectiles, the maximum speed can reach 35 kilometers per second. Especially in a vacuum, this speed is even faster, up to fifty kilometers per second.

At this moment, the shell at such a terrifying speed was about to hit him, and Mo Poor's fragile body was no different from air in front of it.

"Here we come!"

Mo Poor threw away his glowing chest muscles, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out natural gas.

Accelerate with the force of recoil, then adjust the angle, block the ballistic head-on, and let it hit your abdomen.

In a silent piercing, the accelerated earring had just come out from Mo Poor's back, but immediately turned around and reflected back, and shot through him from behind to come to front of him.

"Hmm!"

Mo Poor was pierced twice in a row, of course he was not feeling well, but luckily he had the money to ruin his body so much.

Time and time again, the earring shuttled back and forth in front of his body, at a slower and slower speed, like a pendulum clock.

In the end, Mo Poor grabbed him as soon as he got out from Mo Poor's broken chest.

He used this kind of operation before when receiving bullets. The bullet pierced through his hand, and it was Mo Qiong's shot when it came out from the back of his hand. A headshot from the other side.

At this moment, Mo Poor is nothing more than shooting the landing point at himself, letting the earring pierce it back and forth, until finally slowing down enough to hold it.

There is no way, he is naked now, and he has nothing on his body. If he misses this earring, he will never be able to catch up again.

So even though he was bruised all over his body now, at least when the bullet hit him, he couldn't run away anymore. Hit Mo Poor once, and Mo Poor can let it hit him countless times, as long as Mo Poor is still conscious.

Mo Poor put on the earrings and disappeared into space in an instant.

"The Great Arbitration..."

Mo Poor, who was swollen and leaking air, merged with Che Yun, and because of the loss of his horn, his body was still covered with a layer of black inflammation.

"Don't worry, go through your memory first." Kelong asked the D-class personnel who were on standby to hold up the hormone gloves in their hands.

In an instant, Mo Poor became relaxed and relieved, and happiness infiltrated his heart.

He was very happy that he survived, that Lord Gou and Wu Yunmo survived, that he was happy to see Ke Long and Che Yun again, and that he crawled back from the edge of life and death again.

It's comfortable... His body is still loyal to his brain, and a large amount of hormones that make him feel happy and relaxed are secreted, which makes Mo Poor now want to laugh at everything he thinks about, feel refreshed about everything he thinks about, and feel silly about everything he looks at.

The hormone gloves only need to be used for training for ten days, and a person can habitually fall in love with Chixiang.

Because every time I eat Xiang, I feel comfortable and happy. After a long time, my brain will get used to it.

"Wow, this is cool! Hahaha!"

Mo Qiong happily jumped to Kelong's side, hugged Kelong's shoulders, and looked at Kelong's bald head with a smirk.

In an instant, Kelong was also infected with black flames. Fortunately, Kelong's fire resistance was higher, so it didn't hurt much.

Seeing that Kelong was on fire, Mo Poor was even happier.

"Big Arbitration, what do you want to tell me?" Mo Poor asked.

"I'm dying..." Kelong said with a cough.

"Pfft..." Mo Poor laughed.

"Mo Poor, restrain yourself!" Wade hurriedly said from the side.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so high..." Mo Poor knew that the hormones at this moment were helping him create a 'habitual happiness', so he didn't use his will to resist the body's feelings, but let go of his body and mind , to experience and accept this happiness.

Follow this pleasure wholeheartedly.

Hearing Wade's words, Mo Poor restrained himself a little, and immediately became serious, but he was still very happy in his heart.

Kelon waved his hand and smiled, "Don't restrain yourself. You've consumed too much happiness. You should make up for it. You said before that your personality has changed. Make them worthwhile."

Mo Poor nodded, hormone gloves are indeed the price of Tianke's regeneration.

The memories that have become boring in the past, as long as you revisit them and at the same time, your brain crazily secretes the hormone that makes him happy, then those memories will become pleasant again.

Of course, this requires long-term self-brainwashing to reverse the 'dark life experience'...but at least there is a cure, not no cure.

Even, such happy treatment for a long time may be 'overcorrecting'. If you add too much happiness, Mo Poor may become a man who is full of happiness in life, and his mentality will be gradually shaped to become more and more optimistic. In his memory, he is either happy or on the way to happiness...

Both extremes are not good, this degree can only be grasped by Mo Poor himself.


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