Chapter 1001 Fang Xing's Idol Burden

In Songhai City, the Palace of the Realm, there is an underground research institute with unknown coordinates, where Fang Xing is being imprisoned.

The underground research institute has a strong restraining circle. Fang Xing cannot use his hands and feet here at all. His spiritual power is suppressed, and this underground research institute seems to be specially built for him.

However, Bai Youquan, who brought him here, did not neglect him. The rooms in the research institute were in the European style that Fang Xing liked. There were huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Although they were underground, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could easily move according to his own preferences. Go and adjust different holographic backgrounds.

Tonight, Fang Xing's dinner was a piece of Kun steak, which was made from the most muscular part of the belly of the ancient fierce Kun, cut and carefully cooked. The drink is blood wine brewed from Qiongqi's blood. The wine has a strong strawberry flavor, which is a sign of authentic Qiongqi's blood.

Although Fang Xing had never tasted food cooked with these ancient ferocious beasts before, he had more or less learned about it from ancient books.

However, these delicacies did not improve Fang Xing's mood, but instead made his expression become more solemn.

The power of the person behind the scenes was far beyond his imagination.

Just using these ferocious beasts that have become extinct in the world to cook is already amazing to Fang Xing.

He was imprisoned in a room in the research institute. While he was thinking, the door with a sense of technology in the room slowly opened.

"What's wrong, classmate Fang? You don't seem to be in a good mood? Your father has been resurrected in this world. You should feel happy." Bai Youquan smiled, and then he clapped his hands.

A man with white hair reaching his waist, a thin but rather delicate appearance, was pushed forward by two shadow figures. This man was wearing a white robe, and his neck was covered with shining scales.

"Dad?" Fang Xing looked excited.

However, the man in front of him had no expression on his face. His eyes were fixed on Fang Xing, but it was more like looking at a stranger.

"After your father was resurrected, his memory changed. He didn't even see your birth. He only knew that his son was an egg. He had no impression of you at all. So even if he is resurrected now, he has nothing to do with his son. You are just a passerby." Bai Youquan sneered and said through the message: "But thanks to the research results provided by your father, our research has finally begun to bear fruit. After the celebration banquet in the evening, I won't let you go. My father is taken away from here, and now I will leave you with a touching time for father and son to get together."

As soon as Bai Youquan finished speaking, he left with his shadow men.

He is very confident in his layout.

Even if the two are related by blood, he is not afraid at all.

How much is bloodline worth?

When I was little, wasn't my father Bai Zhe used as a dumbbell to lift weights...

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For a long time, there was silence in the room.

Shepi Zhenxian found a seat and sat down, with a dignified posture and a well-behaved appearance.

Fang Xing had never seen his father's true appearance. He got more information from history books, which were basically portraits. Comparing some well-known figures, for example, Zhu Yuanzhang has a shoehorn face... He never thought that his father would be so good-looking. He was afraid that the painter who painted his father's portrait was not an abstract painter.

But in terms of appearance alone, his father is indeed much younger than he imagined after his resurrection. His current appearance should be what his father looked like when he was young.

"Dad..." Fang Xing called tentatively.

The snake-skin immortal next to him showed a horrified look: "Young man, don't mistake your father for anything."

"..."

Fang Xing: "But... you are really my father. Didn't you listen to what that person just said..."

A blush appeared on Immortal Snake Skin's face: "Don't try to lie to me, I...I'm not even married, where did I get my son from?"

As Bai Youquan said, after the memory of Shepi Zhenxian was tampered with, Fang Xing had almost no memory, let alone the fact that he had laid an egg.

"You really don't remember anything at all?" Fang Xing said calmly: "You gave birth to a boy back then! That boy was me!"

"Male...men's ball..."

In fact, male ball means laying eggs, but the idea of ​​giving birth to male ball seems better.

But Fang Xing didn't expect that these words would actually make his father Shepi Zhenxian change his expression: "Young man, what kind of international joke are you making? How could I, a man like me, be able to give birth to a child? Where in the world are you? You are such a pervert! Are you mocking me? Although I look very handsome, I am indeed a man! I have researched so many scientific research results, but there is no magic that can make men have children. of!"

"..." Fang Xing was silent.

He had no idea how to explain it.

Because when his father Shepi Zhenxian gave birth to him, he did not give birth to him by modifying his body... To be precise, it was an instinctive reaction to reproduce offspring. The special fairy-like White Night Technique they practice is an ability that can automatically back up cells when their lives are in danger.

Before dying, the Art of White Night will retain some elite cells to develop in the body through recombination, and finally form an egg. In fact, it is a huge cell formed in the body after continuous replication and division!

But obviously, regarding the White Night Technique, perhaps due to memory tampering, the Snake Skin Immortal did not even remember this.

In the current perspective of Snake Skin Immortal, Fang Xing is just a strange young man who casually recognizes his father.

He is so young... What a pity, he is a pervert!

At this point, Fang Xing fell into a headache.

This situation is difficult to deal with.

First of all, memory tampering is not amnesia. Before the resurrection of the Snake Skin Immortal, Bai Youquan completely erased that part of the memory through some means. In other words, the reborn Snake Skin Immortal was reborn without that part of the memory. It is much more complicated to retrieve that memory than amnesia.

Fang Xing sighed, staring at the face of the Snake Skin Immortal, thinking of various ways in his mind. His spells could not be performed under the influence of the ban... So, he had to think of a physical way to prove the relationship between himself and the Snake Skin Immortal.

There is no way...

Fang Xing realized that it was time to put down his idol burden.

He faced the Snake Skin Immortal, and then opened his mouth...

The corners of the snake's mouth!

It can be opened up to 180!

Fang Xing has never performed this skill in front of people! But for his father, Fang Xing decided to go all out today!