Let Me Borrow Your Genes

Collect the names and code names of the supporting cast. It's a headache to come up with a name. If you are interested, let's pick it up together 1. What we need is the name of the cannon fodder actor. The key point is that it is the actor name, which may be passed on in one generation! If the character setting is too detailed and complete, it won't be a supporting role, but a supporting role. 2. Just leave a name, or attach a simple introduction (the simpler, the easier it is to adopt, so that it can be filled in later according to the plot!) 🙂 3. If you don't want the character to die, please mark it (it's easy for the supporting actor to die) 😁 4. If you don't want the character to be cannon fodder, please mark it (the supporting actor is easy to be cannon fodder) 😁 5. If you don't want the characters to perform negative plots, please mark them (it's easy for sidekicks to do bad things and then be killed) 😁 6. If there is no mark, the default is to die, cannon fodder, or be negative. 7. The code name can be more powerful, because characters with code names are generally more awesome. 😡 8. Please don't leave any messages that have nothing to do with the topic of this post 9. I will check this post from time to time. If the name of the trick left by a reader is adopted, I will reply. Give me a fist and good morning everyone. 🙏🙏🙏

There are too many poisonous points. The creativity is pretty good but there are constant poisonous points, big and small. The most unacceptable thing is that the protagonist has huge power but does not have a matching body. After exerting several tons of force and rubbing steel with bare hands, is it still easy for a normal person to get injured? When humans face silverback gorillas, they are no longer able to cause effective damage, let alone strengthened to the point of the protagonist. It's not that in the game, power is strength, physique, or physique. In reality, the two are necessarily related. This logical point makes the book tasteless, and it concerns the protagonist's martial arts practice. I can only say that the author has read too many martial arts novels. Fighting skills are always used to determine the outcome of people of the same quality. A child will never be able to defeat a strong man with bare hands. In professional fighting competitions, not to mention the weight difference between men and women, the gap is irreparable. It is not only the strength but also the resistance caused by physical fitness. Just the power of the protagonist. He is absolutely crushed by those who teach him martial arts. In the same way, no matter how fast a person's reaction speed is, he still needs his body to keep up. Even if your nerves are 0 and your body is delayed, you still need to move. This kind of quality gap can no longer be smoothed by this kind of thing. And even with such physical fitness, he can be hurt and injured by casual beatings with bare hands. What a failure. The overall plot of joining the organization later is also a huge downhill slope. If I didn't really like this routine and creativity, I really wouldn't be able to type these words.

I feel that the geek organization is very poisonous. An organization that believes in justice selects members but relies on killing each other to obtain entry passes. I can't figure out what this proves? Prove your strength? So I am righteous? Isn't it the character of mind that this kind of organization values ​​more than strength? He directly confronted a stranger with swords because of his selection qualifications and finally said that he was righteous. There is no program, no discipline, and no central idea. It's so funny. Judging from the descriptions of previous selections, many people died, so this organization from beginning to end is a gang with powerful power that indulges itself in being the savior. In other words, they do things to satisfy their own vanity. If the author wants to write about an organization like the Hunter Association, please do not use the name justice. The Hunter Association has never claimed to represent justice. If you really want to write about a just organization, please understand what an organization is. Only those who have a central idea, discipline, rules and regulations and are willing to pay for it and be bound by discipline can be called an organization. Others can only be called gangs.

The selection test of this geek organization is really incomprehensible. The organization is divided into three factions. They have different ideas but can agree with this selection method. The previous description shows that the selection is extremely contradictory. In the end, there is a psychological test. Why, although I kill without blinking an eye, I am a good person with a healthy heart? Moreover, the role of the state is not reflected at all. If anything goes wrong, it is all up to geeks to solve it? Each country doesn't have its own special department?

Who would have thought that I, a girl, would recommend that novel to anyone I see? Time flies when I think about it. Hahaha, I will always recommend this one. It's really good.

It's reasonable, but it's unexpected It took me two years to finish the last book, but this one stopped right at the beginning. Bamboo, as expected of you!

The first column of the column, I will post it here after the old book is finished (face covering) The man in black robe coughed out a few mouthfuls of black blood, took out a few exotic herbs from his body and swallowed them with difficulty, then drove the equally tired pterodactyl underneath him to slowly fly towards the intersection between the ocean and the sky. The passing sea breeze blew the hair of the man in black robe that hung down on the side of his face, revealing a delicate face that was stained with blood. The black robe, which had been broken into strips of cloth, was lifted up by the wind. Under the ferocious wounds, you could vaguely identify the taboo tribal totem on the chest of the man in black robe that should have disappeared many years ago. Wind Tribe - Jing Ji. I don't know how long I flew, but finally a touch of land appeared in the blue sea. The equally excited pterosaur dived under Jing Ji's control and rushed towards the unknown island. Jing Ji lay on the scalding white beach and let the sea water wash over his legs. The forcibly captured pterosaur had already escaped as soon as it landed on the ground. Looking at the two suns in the sky, Jing Ji was in a trance. He knew that the clan was guarding the sea of ​​ferocious beasts, and he also knew how disastrous the release of the worms would be to the clan, but he did not expect that the ferocious beasts hated humans so much that they would pursue them all the way from the Western Continent to the Eastern Continent. "His mother's!" Jing Ji spat, holding a translucent crystal jar in front of his eyes, and looked inside through the radiance of the sun. After a long while, he smiled mockingly, stretched out his hand, and crushed the fat worm and eggs that were struggling in the bottle to pieces. Anyway, he escaped. The ability inherited in his bloodline allowed him to escape from the fierce attack of the ferocious beasts. As for the tribesmen who were implicated... They also watched with cold eyes when the Wind Tribe was destroyed, and they were not innocent. Actually... I'm a little tired... Jing Ji turned over, gently pressed the Wind Tribe's totem with his right hand, and closed his eyes. Despite the best efforts to protect it, the totem has been scratched and bitten by ferocious beasts several times, and has long been blurred. It is difficult for people who don't know it to see its original appearance.                                                                              The soft and somewhat panicked voice woke up Jing Ji from all kinds of bizarre dreams. He felt that the person who came had no ill intentions. Jing Ji did not act rashly, but just restrained his breath and let the few weak warriors who followed him pick him up and carry him away. A somewhat cold hand was placed against his wound, and the majestic witchcraft power poured in from the wound. Jing Ji could clearly feel that his vitality was recovering. Jing Ji swallowed the blood that surged into his throat and continued to pretend to be unconscious. "He... Can he still be saved?" "Which tribe is this from?" "Zhu, if you ask me, you shouldn't save him. We don't know who he is?" "Fu, this is your problem. Lord Xiwu has always told us to unite!" "Ahem." The surrounding area became quiet for a moment, and he looked at the fifth-level soldier standing on the innermost floor who had broken an arm. "In any case, not saving anything goes against the original intention of the establishment of Xicheng. Since everyone has placed their hope for the continuation of the human race in us, we should seize the time and survive here!" "Hongtu is right!" Everyone agreed one after another. Xicheng, Xiwu... A familiar figure appeared in Jing Ji's mind, and he coughed slightly. "Are you awake?" When he opened his eyes, he saw huge heads with extremely concerned eyes, which made Jing Ji almost hurt someone. A medical witch stood calmly a little far away. It seemed that he had saved him just now. "It's interesting..." Jing Ji raised the corner of his mouth and glanced around for a week. He was relieved when he didn't see a familiar figure. After several major disasters, there were not many tribesmen who migrated in the first place. Seeing that he woke up, people left him a bag of food and dispersed to continue their unfinished work. Jing Ji bit the meat in his hand bit by bit, while looking at the children far away who were carelessly playing around. One child's clothes were accidentally torn off. There was no totem on his naked upper body, but a domino hung around his neck. "Clan?" Jing Ji raised his eyebrows, his eyes cast a shadow. "Do you want to eat it? This can heal your wounds." A child boldly stepped forward and handed over the exotic flower in his hand. Jing Ji looked at the children's smiling faces, and for some reason, he remembered the children of the Wind Tribe. Jing Ji was stunned. After several changes in his expression, Jing Ji finally took over Yihua. Since you saved my life, then... I won't kill you yet.

Do you also recommend books that have been suspended for two months? Is this a no-brainer?

Suddenly I remembered the primitive people. When I looked at it, I realized that 5 years had passed since I first watched it. Time flies so fast.

I feel that the author, Eunuch, has never followed up on his last book. The monthly updates in the later period are normal. It tortured me to death.