In the Palace of Mirrors, Songhai city, Fang Xing was being held captive in an underground research institute whose coordinates were unknown.
There was a powerful restriction array set up in the underground research institute, and Fang Xing couldn't do anything here at all. His spirit energy was suppressed, and it was as if this underground research institute had been specially built for him.
However, Bai Youquan, who had brought him here, didn't slight him. The room in the research institute was European-style, which Fang Xing liked. Although it was underground, it had huge floor-to-ceiling windows, which could be easily adjusted to suit one's preferences.
Tonight, Fang Xing's dinner was a kun steak, which was made from the fleshy part of the prehistoric kun's belly, which had been cut and carefully cooked. The drink was blood wine brewed from Qiongqi's blood, which had a strong strawberry flavor, a sign of authentic Qiongqi blood.
Although Fang Xing had never tasted food cooked from these prehistoric vicious beasts before, he had more or less read about them in ancient books.
But these delicacies didn't improve Fang Xing's mood; on the contrary, they made his expression even more solemn.
The strength of the person behind the scenes was already far beyond his imagination.
Just using these vicious beasts, which had already gone extinct in the modern world, to cook was already breathtaking.
He was being held captive in one of the rooms in the research institute. While he was thinking, the broken, high-tech door 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 be happy. "Bai Youquan smiled and then clapped his hands.
A thin man with waist-length white hair and delicate features was pushed to the front by two black figures. He was dressed in a long white robe, and his neck was covered with shining scales.
"Dad?" Fang Xing was excited.
But the expression of the man in front of him didn't change in the slightest. He looked at Fang Xing as if he were looking at a stranger.
"After your father was resurrected, his memories changed. He didn't even see you being born. He only knew that his son was an egg. He had no impression of you at all. So even if you've been resurrected, you're just a passerby to my son. " Bai Youquan sneered and said telepathically, "But thanks to your father's research results, our research is finally beginning to bear fruit. I won't take your father away from here after the celebration banquet tonight. Now, I'll give you two some touching time together as father and son. "
As soon as Bai Youquan's voice fell, he left with his black shadow subordinates.
He was very confident in his plan.
Even if they were related by blood, he wasn't afraid at all.
How much could blood relations be worth?
Wasn't it like his father Bai Zhe's weight lifting with a dumbbell …
…
For a very long time, the room was silent.
True Immortal She Pi found a seat and sat down. His posture was dignified and he looked obedient.
Fang Xing had never seen his father's true appearance; most of what he knew was from history books, which were basically just portraits. He compared some famous people, such as Zhu Yuanzhang, who had a shoehorn face … He never thought that his father would be so good-looking. He was afraid that the artist who drew his father's portrait was not an abstract painter.
However, in terms of appearance, his father was indeed much lighter than he had imagined after his resurrection. His current appearance should be what his father looked like when he was young.
"Dad …" Fang Xing called out tentatively.
Next to him, True Immortal She Pi had a frightened expression on his face. "Young man, don't randomly call someone your father."
"…"
Fang Xing: "But … you really are my father. Didn't you hear what that person said just now …"
True Immortal She Pi's face flushed. "Don't try to fool me. I … I'm not married, how could I have a son?"
As Bai Youquan said, after True Immortal She Pi's memory had been tampered with, he had almost no impression of Fang Xing, let alone that he had ever laid an egg.
"You really don't remember anything?" Fang Xing said patiently. "You gave birth to a male ball back then! That male ball was me! "
"Male … male ball …"
Actually, a man's ball meant laying eggs, but it sounded better to say that it was a boy's ball.
It was just that Fang Xing hadn't expected his father's expression to change at these words. "Young man, what kind of joke is this? I'm a man, how can I give birth to a child? How can there be such a pervert in the world! You aren't mocking me, are you? I may look very delicate, but I'm indeed a man! I've researched so many cultivation scientific results, but I've never seen a spell that can make a man give birth! "
"…" Fang Xing was silent.
He had no idea how to explain it at all.
Because when his father, True Immortal She Pi, had given birth to him, he indeed hadn't changed his body … to be exact, it had been an instinctive reaction to reproduce. The special immortal art they cultivated, the "White Night Art", had a special ability in the first place. It was a magic art that could automatically backup cells in a life-threatening situation.
Before death, the White Night Spell would preserve some of the elite cells and recombine them to develop in the body before finally forming an egg. In fact, it was a giant cell formed in the body after endless duplication and division!
But it was very clear that True Immortal She Pi didn't even remember the White Night Spell, perhaps because his memory had been tampered with.
From True Immortal She Pi's current point of view, Fang Xing was a strange young man who had casually acknowledged a father.
So young … what a pity, he was a pervert!
At this point, Fang Xing felt a headache coming on.
This was a very difficult situation to deal with.
First of all, memory tampering didn't mean amnesia. Before True Immortal She Pi had been resurrected, Bai Youquan had used some method to completely erase that part of his memory. In other words, True Immortal She Pi had been resurrected without that part of his memory; retrieving that part of his memory was much more complicated than amnesia.
Fang Xing sighed. Staring at True Immortal She Pi's face, all kinds of ideas flashing through his mind. He couldn't cast his spell under the effect of the restriction, so he had to think of a physical way to prove his relationship with True Immortal She Pi.
There was no other way …
Fang Xing realized that now was the time to let go of the burden of being an idol.
Facing True Immortal She Pi, he opened his mouth wide …
The corners of a snake's mouth!
At most, he could open it 180 degrees!
Fang Xing had never performed this skill in front of anyone before! But for his father, he decided to throw caution to the wind today!
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