Chapter 63 Planning
Small estate.
Room on the third floor.
Chen Lun sat by the window and looked down at his arms.
Gugu...
Under the skin covered with dark golden scales, the muscles squirmed slowly, and the entire arm snaked like a big snake. The snake raised its head, revealing two "venomous fangs" that were glowing with emerald green.
——Those are Chen Lun’s two fingers.
"[Snake Body Incarnation], [Snake Kiss] and [Dace Carp Armor]... Is it already the limit to develop three characteristics at the same time?
This is because the compatibility between them is relatively consistent, otherwise such an effect would not be achieved. ”
Chen Lun dismissed the changes on his arms and thought and analyzed.
Since becoming a transcendent, he has not systematically planned his power system.
After a trip to the zoo, he gained many new characteristics. After some sorting and elimination, the final ten memory cells of [Animal Mimicry] were all that he felt had special value.
He planned to use this to arrange himself reasonably so that the power he possessed could exert a more perfect effect.
[Shedding Skin], [Snake Senses], [Scorpion Tail Needle], [Stork Stomach], [Stork Peck], [Rhinoceros Bump] and [Bear Strike], plus the previous three, there are ten items in total.
The previous [ultrasound] was eliminated by him. The slight control effect overlapped with the function of the hypnotic necklace, and was even far inferior.
"It's a pity that even if you get flying characteristics, you can't fly at all..."
Chen Lun sighed secretly.
This is the limitation of [Sequence 9], which he cannot change manually.
Maybe after he is promoted to [Sequence 8], he can try again. The upgrade of the sequence will not only bring new extraordinary power, but also cover the previous sequence ability and increase its upper limit.
"At that time, we will try to see if we can integrate the ten characteristics into one. It will probably produce a qualitative change."
Chen Lun had a hunch that it would be feasible and was full of expectations.
He then turned to look at the equipment on the table. The three [Tricks] he currently owned were a necklace, a crossbow and a badge.
Ignoring the word "damaged", it just makes up one piece each of BCD.
"Coupled with the 16 attribute points reserved on the panel, I have almost reached the limit of [Sequence 9]. If I encounter a transcendent who is one sequence higher than me, I will not be unable to fight."
Chen Lun held his chin up and thought, showing the Dragon King's exclusive Nike smile:
"If you look down on me, I will kill him on the spot!"
"Mr. Jack, it's meal time!"
Connie's cry came from outside the house, and Chen Lun's face changed in Sichuan Opera and returned to normal.
"Wait a moment, I'll be here soon."
He packed up the things on the table, got up and left.
Floy cooked as usual and made a sumptuous lunch. It was not only delicious, but also filling and generous.
But Chen Lun is no longer Wu Xia Amon. With the dual blessings of [Stork Stomach] and [Surge Breastplate], he will not reject anyone who comes and eats them all.
Fortunately, there was no fish that he hated, so this meal was extremely comfortable.
Connie hasn't been to school recently, and has been busy working in the warehouse of the small manor, and she has a relatively big appetite. The two of them cleared away the food on the table, and Floy nodded repeatedly, looking satisfied and pleased.
Chen Lun is trying to find a way to help Connie contact Huang Iris College and prepare to send her there for further study.
Just in time to find Mrs. Ulay, she is a professor there.
The hypnosis of [Siren's Song] must have expired, but subconsciously, the impression and favorable impression of Chen Lun should still be retained. He just needs to perform hypnosis again when the time comes.
"By the way, Floy, I will move to Pompeii Manor tomorrow to live for a while."
After lunch, Chen Lun said while drinking tea.
Although he is not afraid of the so-called special department investigation, since Viscount Pompeii invites him, he is naturally willing to live in the manor for a period of time, which will also be more conducive to his search for [Philippe's inheritance].
Floy was slightly stunned, and Connie on the side looked curious and gossipy.
"Mr. Jack, the Viscount's manor should be very big, right?
And if you serve as the tutor of the viscount's daughter, will there be any... sparks of love? ”
After Connie finished speaking, she immediately realized that she looked very much like those neighborhood wives from the outer city, and was not ladylike at all.
"Ah...no, no, that's not what I meant."
She blushed, said awkwardly to boil the kettle of water, then got up and walked away.
Floy silently cleared away the dishes. After a while, an ethereal voice whispered:
"Can I move in together? Connie has to be busy every day, and I'm a little bored by myself."
Chen Lun thought for a while, and when Connie went to the academy in two days, it would be quite dangerous to leave Floy here alone.
Someone has secretly commissioned a killer from the Black Knife Brotherhood, and there is no guarantee that he will find his small manor.
"Of course, then you can set off with me tomorrow."
He nodded and said.
A smile appeared on Floy's face.
……
A studio somewhere in the inner city.
The door was pushed open, and Barney Barney strode in with a gloomy face.
There was only a young man in the empty studio with his back to him, focusing on painting.
The walls are covered with strange oil paintings, and paints and canvases are scattered around, creating an artistic atmosphere amid the mess.
But Barney obviously had no intention of admiring the paintings. He walked behind the young man and said in a deep voice:
"Vigre, things are messed up, the Pompeii family is not dead..."
The young man paused with the brush in his hand and then continued to paint.
Baron Barney frowned and took a deep breath.
"I need your help now, Vigre!
There is a supernatural being in Pompeii's house, and he is targeting me. During this period, I can only hide and not show up anymore. ”
The young man put down his brush and sighed.
"How many times have I told you not to call me this name."
He turned around slowly and looked at Barney Barney expressionlessly. His long, slightly curly brown hair covered his eyebrows, revealing his indifferent eyes.
"Okay... Mr. Dolly, can you help me now?"
Baron Barney made a helpless gesture, leaned forward and asked.
The young man turned back to the drawing board, picked up the brush and sketched a blond girl on the canvas.
"No."
The veins on Barney's forehead bulged.
"Dolly, this is the task assigned to us by Sir Grease! If you just sit back and watch, we will both suffer the consequences!"
"I know...but don't bother me because of your incompetence."
The young man pondered for a moment, seeming to be thinking about the painting.
He dipped in blue paint and filled in the blonde girl's eyes to give her the final look of Rebecca.
"I have more important things to accomplish."
"What happened?"
Baron Barney frowned, feeling upset.
"None of your business..."
"Dolly!"
The young man tore off the canvas on the drawing board, and "Rebecca" was found dead.
He stood up and shook his head.
"Too bad, too bad...not one hundredth as good as Sir Oil Paint. Do you think I have no talent for painting? Barney?"
Looking at this young man talking to himself, Baron Barney took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:
"How long will it take you?"
"Wait another week, and when I'm done, I'll come and help you."
"Okay."(End of Chapter)