The silver box contains unknown objects, connected by multiple lines, and penetrates into the body of supernatural plants.

He Xiuwen sat in front of the glass container, muttering to himself with an irritable expression on his face.

"Come on, call Dad."

"Mother."

"Call dad."

"Mother."

"Call Nima's mother, Dad!"

This process has lasted for several hours. Ordinary people would have been exhausted and nervous, but He Xiuwen is different. He has a very strong willpower and is very patient.

"Do I don't care about you?"

He Xiuwen suddenly burst out and angrily shouted at the supernatural plant.

He clearly realized that the second-generation consciousness transplanted by him had no IQ at all, and it was completely different from the first-generation consciousness formed by himself.

The first generation of consciousness is like a child, and the second generation of consciousness is a machine.

He figured it out, what was the competition with the machine?

The machine just needs to listen to the commands.

After calming down, He Xiuwen asked in a deep voice: "What's going on outside?"

"Report to mom."

The second generation's stiff consciousness voice reached He Xiuwen's mind: "There is an enemy destroying my body, and I launched a self-defense counterattack."

"enemy?"

He Xiuwen frowned. Did Professor Li call someone? Or was the student yesterday?

“How many people are there.”

He Xiuwen asked, "How much has they destroyed?"
Chapter completed!