Holding a huge syringe, Tesla came closer and closer. Ling Feng seemed to see excitement in her eyes. What the hell—did this idiot girl really want to stick him that badly?
"Ein?"
But Ling Feng knew Tesla would not do this for no reason, so there had to be a reason behind it. And if he wanted an explanation, he trusted Ein more. After all, she was his wife—far more reliable than Tesla...
"Genetic modification fluid. We're short on materials."
Ein took out disinfectant and cotton swabs, smiling faintly. "However, we can extract the necessary substances from your blood. So this is the only way we can synthesize the genetic modification fluid. Otherwise, we won't be able to perform a Limit Break modification on the Queen."
"Uh... does it have to be my blood?"
Ling Feng was a little nervous, because the syringe Tesla held was simply too large...
"Obviously. You're the only one here who has undergone Limit Break modification. Well... Fu Hua could work too."
Tesla smiled faintly. "But Fu Hua's stomach seems to be... Are you sure you want me to draw Fu Hua's blood?"
"Uh... forget it!"
Ling Feng refused without a second thought. Drawing Fu Hua's blood might have been fine normally—his immortal wife was very tough—but drawing her blood at a time like this would be asking for her life. Ling Feng absolutely would not agree to that!
"Then what are you wasting time talking for? Just be good and let me stick it in..."
A wicked smile appeared on Tesla's lips again. This felt too good. Didn't this guy usually love putting things into other people's bodies? This time, she would let him experience the feeling of having a 500-milliliter syringe pierce his blood vessel...
"Th-That thing... how big is it?"
Ling Feng