Chapter 753: Supplementing Happiness

Kelon sat quietly. He didn't expect that Mo Qiong could really survive.

This powerful intuition, the ability to judge the right choice in an instant, is one of the qualities of a president.

Although it is very unfounded, the president does need unparalleled judgment.

Even if it's intuition or luck, a non-chief can never be the president.

A person with this potential may not necessarily be the president, but the president must have this potential.

"Mo Qiong, come back, I have something to tell you...I don't have much time."

Kelon said, and through Che Yun's mental connection, Mo Qiong said: "I can't shoot myself except to raise my head to see you."

It's funny to say that Mo Qiong can't stop himself from flying towards the sun now.

The arrow either reaches its destination or is shot again by Mo Qiong halfway.

In other words, Mo Qiong must shoot himself again.

But under normal conditions, he couldn't shoot himself. He could only use his regeneration properties to shoot by beheading.

"But I don't have much happiness anymore. I feel that my personality has changed." Mo Qiong said.

Shooting the head over and then reshaping it will directly discard the original body, which is equivalent to creating a body from scratch. This will consume a lot of happiness and will most likely directly lead to a change in his personality.

In comparison, Mo Qiong could live for a long time floating in space.

Ordinary people will die from hypobaric syndrome if they stay in space for at most thirty seconds. The air and water in the body expand due to the low pressure, bursting the lungs and blood vessels.

But if you exhale all the air and empty your lungs as soon as possible, you won't burst your lungs.

As for ultra-low temperature, because the molecules in the vacuum are too thin and the thermal conductivity efficiency is extremely poor, so although Mo Qiong feels cold, he can maintain his body temperature for a short period of time.

In this case, the only things that can cause a person to die quickly are suffocation, expansion of water in the body, and low blood boiling point under low pressure.

But Mo Qiong's suffocation was not weak at all. His stigmata would be triggered from time to time, and the rose blood tears flowing out of his eyes would be covered with his mouth and nose, and he would no longer need to breathe immediately, and his body would not need oxygen at all.

Plus his Qi and blood, although hot to him, have 38 degrees.

But in reality, to others, to nature, it is just liquid natural gas. Therefore, Mo Qiong's blood will not boil due to low pressure.

However, precisely because it is only liquid natural gas, the disadvantages are also magnified. It will expand more easily due to low pressure, and even expand several times more strongly than ordinary people in a low-pressure environment.

At this moment, the space environment was causing the greatest harm to Mo Qiong's body, which was his own energy and blood.

His body was swollen, and blood vessels all over his body were bursting one after another. Natural gas was leaking out like holes all over his body.

This recoil force also pushed him faster towards the sun...

But no matter what, this level of hypotension, with molecular-level regeneration, couldn't kill him at all, and it wasn't even a serious injury.

It's nothing more than a lack of blood, which is automatically replenished in an instant. The happiness points consumed are negligible compared to cutting off the head and growing a new body.

"The cost of decapitation and regeneration is enough for me to stay in space for two months..." Mo Qiong estimated.

Kelon smiled and said: "Understood, I will immediately arrange for the electromagnetic gun to shoot the fusion earrings to you. You can find a way to shine and help position it."

Both of the fusion earrings were in Che Yun's hands. Before Mo Qiong pretended to be Helen, he sent the earrings back first.

After all, everything on Helen's body would definitely be inspected, and this was indeed the case. Fibo and others not only took away Helen's belongings, but also changed her home.

At this moment, use the electromagnetic gun to accelerate, aim at Mo Qiong in space, and give him the fusion earrings.

"Is it glowing? I understand."

Mo Qiong tore off a piece of his swollen chest muscle, and then the injury quickly healed, and he had an extra piece of meat carving material in his hand.

He scratched and bit him to make a simple electric lamp statue, and then hypnotized himself to make it shine brightly!

In the darkness of space, it's almost impossible to target a person unless that person is constantly emitting light.

This is not just a matter of visibility, but also because luminescence is equivalent to emitting electromagnetic waves. All large human weapons are more convenient to lock on this radiation.

Half an hour later, Mo Qiong held up the ball of light that shone in all directions and saw a white spot in the direction of the earth that continued to enlarge.

This is the mature electromagnetic gun that Blue and White Society followed up after absorbing the technology of the future earth. When accelerating low-mass projectiles, the maximum speed can reach 35 kilometers per second. Especially in a vacuum, the speed is even faster, up to fifty kilometers per second.

At this moment, the cannonball at such a terrifying speed was about to hit him, and Mo Qiong's fragile body was no different from the air in front of it.

"coming!"

Mo Qiong threw away his glowing chest muscles, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out natural gas.

Use the force of recoil to accelerate, then adjust the angle to block the projectile head-on, causing it to hit your abdomen.

With a silent piercing, the accelerated earring had just come out from Mo Qiong's back, immediately turned around and reflected back, then shot through him from behind and came to the front.

"Well!"

Mo Qiong was penetrated twice in a row. Of course, his body felt uncomfortable, but fortunately he had the capital to ruin his body.

Time and time again, the earrings shuttled back and forth across his body, getting slower and slower, like a pendulum clock.

When it finally emerged from Mo Qiong's broken chest, he was caught by Mo Qiong.

He had used this operation before when he was catching bullets. If the bullet penetrated his hand and came out from the back of his hand, it was Mo Qiong who shot it. At this time, the point of impact was set on the enemy's face, and the bullet would turn and hit the opponent in the head.

At this moment, Mo Qiong simply shot the point of impact on himself, letting the earring pierce it back and forth until it slowed down enough to be held.

There was no way. He was naked now and had nothing. If he missed this earring, he would never catch up.

So although he was now covered in wounds, at least when the bullet hit him, he could never run away. Hitting Mo Qiong once, Mo Qiong could let it hit him countless times, as long as Mo Qiong was still conscious.

Mo Qiong put on the earring and disappeared into space in an instant.

"Big Arbitration..."

The swollen and deflated Mo Qiong merged with Che Yun. Because he lost his horn, his body was still covered with a layer of black flames.

"No hurry, go through your memory first." Kelong asked the D-class personnel who were on standby to raise the hormone gloves in his hand.

In an instant, Mo Qiong became relaxed and relieved, and happiness permeated his heart.

He was very happy that he survived, very happy that Gou Ye Wu Yunmo survived, very happy to see Kelong and Che Yun again, and very happy that he climbed back from the brink of life and death again.

Comfortable... His body was still loyal to his brain. A large amount of hormones that made him feel happy and relaxed were secreted, making Mo Qiong want to laugh at everything he thought of, feel refreshed at everything he thought of, and be silly and happy at everything he saw.

Hormone gloves only need to be used for ten days of training to make a person fall in love with eating shit habitually.

Because every time you eat shit, you feel comfortable and happy, and over time, the brain will get used to it.

"Wow, this is cool! Hahaha!"

Mo Qiong jumped to Kelong's side happily, put his arm around Kelong's shoulders, and smiled foolishly at Kelong's bald head.

In an instant, Kelong was also infected with black flames. Fortunately, Kelong's fire resistance was higher, so it was harmless.

Seeing Kelon on fire, Mo Qiong was even happier.

"Big Arbitrator, what do you want to say to me?" Mo Qiong asked.

"I'm almost dead..." Kelon coughed and said.

"Puff..." Mo Qiong burst out laughing.

"Mo Qiong, restrain yourself!" Wade said hurriedly.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm too excited..." Mo Qiong knew that the hormones at this moment were helping him to shape 'habitual happiness', so he did not use his own will to resist the feelings of his body, but let go of his body and mind to experience and accept this kind of happiness.

Cater to this kind of happiness wholeheartedly.

Hearing Wade's words, Mo Qiong restrained himself a little and immediately became serious, but in his heart, he was still very happy.

Kelon waved his hand and smiled and said, "Don't restrain yourself, you have consumed too much happiness, you should make up for it. You said before that your personality has changed, which is not good. Recall the boring memories and make them worth being happy again."

Mo Qiong nodded. Hormone gloves are indeed the price of regeneration.

Memories that have become boring in the past, as long as they are recalled, the brain will madly secrete hormones that make him happy, then those memories will become happy again.

Of course, this requires long-term self-brainwashing to reverse the "dark life experience"... But at least there is a way to cure it, not no medicine.

Even, long-term such happy treatment may be "overcorrection". If the supplement of happiness is too much, Mo Qiong may become a man who is happy everywhere in life, and his mentality will be gradually shaped into more and more optimistic. In his memory, he is either happy or on the way to happiness...

Both extremes are not good, and this degree can only be grasped by Mo Qiong himself.

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