Ke Long sat there quietly. He did not expect Mo Qiong to survive.
Such strong intuition and the ability to make the right decision in an instant was one of the qualities of a president.
Although it was baseless, the president needed to have unparalleled judgment.
Even if it was intuition or luck, no one could become the president.
A person with such potential might not be the president, but the president must have such potential.
"Mo Qiong, come back. I have something to tell you … I don't have much time left."
Ke Long said. Through Che Yun's spiritual connection, Mo Qiong said, "I can't shoot myself other than my head."
It was funny that Mo Qiong could not stop himself from flying towards the Sun.
The arrow would either reach its destination or be shot by Mo Qiong again halfway.
In other words, Mo Qiong had to shoot himself again.
However, under normal circumstances, he could not shoot himself. He could only use his regeneration ability to shoot himself by chopping off his head.
"But I don't have much happiness left. I feel that my personality has changed." Mo Qiong said.
Shooting his head over and then reconstructing his body would mean abandoning his original body. It was like creating a new body from scratch. This would consume a lot of happiness and might even cause his personality to change.
In comparison, Mo Qiong would be able to live for a longer time in space.
An ordinary person would die of low pressure after 30 seconds in space. The air and water in the body would swell due to low pressure, bursting the lungs and blood vessels.
However, if the air was exhaled early and the lungs were emptied, the lungs would not burst.
As for the low temperature, the molecules in the vacuum were too thin and the thermal conductivity was poor. Therefore, although Mo Qiong felt cold, he could still maintain his body temperature for a short period of time.
In this way, the only things that could cause a person to die quickly were suffocation, swelling of the body's water, and low blood boiling under low pressure.
Suffocation was not a problem for Mo Qiong. His Stigmata was activated from time to time. Rose Blood Tears flowed out of his eyes and he covered his mouth and nose. Immediately, he did not need to breathe. His body did not need oxygen at all.
In addition to his Vitality, although it was hot for him, it had a temperature of 38 degrees.
However, to others and nature, it was just liquid natural gas. Therefore, Mo Qiong's blood would not boil because of low pressure.
However, because it was liquid natural gas, the drawbacks were magnified. It would expand more easily due to low pressure, and its expansion rate would even be several times greater than that of ordinary people.
At this moment, the thing that caused the most damage to Mo Qiong's body in space was his own Qi and blood.
His body was swollen, and the blood vessels all over his body were bursting one after another. It was as if there were holes all over his body, and natural gas was crazily leaking out.
This kind of recoil also pushed him even faster towards the sun …
But no matter what, with the help of molecular-level regeneration, this level of low blood pressure couldn't kill him at all. It wasn't even a serious injury.
It was nothing more than losing a little bit of HP, which would be automatically replenished in an instant. The Happiness Points consumed were negligible compared to cutting off a head and growing a new body.
"The cost of regenerating a decapitated head is enough for me to stay in space for two months …" Mo Qiong estimated.
Ke Long smiled and said, "Understood. I will immediately arrange for the electromagnetic cannon to shoot the Fusion Earring to you. Think of a way to light it up and help locate it."
The two Fusion Earrings were in Che Yun's hands. Before Mo Qiong disguised himself as Helen, he had already sent the earrings back.
After all, all of Helen's belongings would definitely be checked. That was indeed the case. Not only did Fibo and the rest take away Helen's belongings, they even changed her house.
Now, he just needed to accelerate the electromagnetic cannon and aim at Mo Qiong in space to give him the Fusion Earring.
"Light up, is it … Understood."
Mo Qiong forcefully tore off a piece of his swollen chest muscle. Then, the injury quickly healed, and there was an additional set of meat carving materials in his hands.
He scratched and bit, creating a simple electric lamp statue. Then, he hypnotized himself and made it shine brightly!
In the dark space, it was almost impossible to aim at a person, unless that person was constantly emitting light.
This wasn't just a problem of visibility. It was also because emitting light was equivalent to emitting electromagnetic waves. All of the large weapons of mankind were more convenient to lock onto such emitting objects.
Half an hour later, Mo Qiong held up the light ball that shone in all directions and saw a white dot in the direction of Earth getting bigger and bigger.
This was the mature electromagnetic cannon that Lan Baishe had developed after absorbing the technology of Earth. When accelerating low-mass projectiles, its maximum speed could reach 35 kilometers per second. Especially in a vacuum, this speed was even faster and could reach up to 50 kilometers per second.
At this moment, the projectile at such a terrifying speed was about to hit him, and Mo Qiong's fragile body was no different from air in front of it.
"It's coming!"
Mo Qiong threw away the glowing chest muscle and bit the tip of his tongue to spit out natural gas.
Using the recoil to accelerate, he then adjusted the angle and blocked the trajectory of the projectile, causing it to hit his abdomen.
It pierced through silently. The accelerated earring pierced through Mo Qiong's back and immediately reflected back, piercing through his back and arriving in front of him.
"Oh!"
Mo Qiong was pierced through twice in a row. Of course, his body wasn't feeling well, but fortunately, he had the ability to destroy his own body.
Again, again and again, the earring shuttled back and forth in front of his body. Its speed became slower and slower, like a pendulum clock.
In the end, when it pierced through Mo Qiong's broken chest, it was caught by Mo Qiong.
He had used this method before when he caught a bullet. When the bullet pierced through his hand and came out from the back of his hand, it belonged to Mo Qiong. At this time, the landing point was set on the enemy's face, and the bullet would directly turn and hit the enemy's head.
At this moment, Mo Qiong was aiming for the landing point on his body, allowing the earring to pierce through his body until it finally slowed down to a point where he could catch it.
He had no choice. He was naked now and had nothing on him. If he missed this opportunity, he would never be able to catch up with it again.
Therefore, although he was covered in wounds now, he wouldn't be able to escape after the bullet hit him. If it hit Mo Qiong once, Mo Qiong could let it hit him countless times as long as he was still conscious.
Mo Qiong put on the earring and instantly disappeared into space.
"Great Arbitration …"
The swollen and leaky Mo Qiong fused with Che Yun. Because he lost his horn, his body was covered in a layer of black flames.
"No hurry, go through your memory first." Ke Long asked the D-grade personnel who were already on standby to hold up the hormone gloves in their hands.
In an instant, Mo Qiong's entire being became relaxed and relieved. Happiness soaked into his soul.
He was very happy that he survived. He was very happy that Master Gou, Wu Yun, and Mo Qiong survived. He was very happy to see Ke Long and Che Yun again. He was very happy that he crawled back from the brink of death again.
Comfortable … His body was still loyal to his brain. A large amount of hormones that made him feel happy and relaxed made Mo Qiong want to laugh no matter what he thought. He felt refreshed no matter what he thought, and he felt silly no matter what he saw.
The hormone gloves only needed to be used for ten days to make a person habitually fall in love with eating sh * t.
Because he felt comfortable and happy every time he ate sh * t, after a long time, his brain would get used to it.
"Wow, this feels good! Hahaha! "
Mo Qiong jumped to Ke Long's side happily, grabbed Ke Long's shoulder, and looked at Ke Long's bald head with a silly smile.
Instantly, Ke Long was also thrown into the black flames. Luckily, Ke Long's fire resistance was higher, so it wasn't a big deal.
Seeing that Ke Long was on fire, Mo Qiong was even happier.
"Great Arbitration, do you have anything to say to me?" Mo Qiong asked.
"I'm dying …" Ke Long coughed and said.
"Pfft …" Mo Qiong burst out laughing.
"Mo Qiong, control yourself!" Wade hurriedly said from the side.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm too high …" Mo Qiong knew that the hormones were helping him to create a 'habitual happiness'. Therefore, he didn't use his willpower to resist the feelings of his body. Instead, he opened up his body and mind to experience and accept this happiness.
He wholeheartedly catered to this happiness.
Hearing Wade's words, Mo Qiong restrained himself slightly and immediately became serious. However, he was still very happy in his heart.
Ke Long waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to control yourself. You've consumed too much happiness. You need to replenish it. You said before that your personality has changed. This is not good. Recall the memories that have become boring and make them worth being happy again. "
Mo Qiong nodded. The hormone gloves were indeed the price of being born again.
As long as he recalled the memories that had become boring, his brain would crazily secrete hormones that made him happy. Then, those memories would become interesting again.
Of course, this required a long period of self-brainwashing to reverse the 'dark life experiences' … But at least there was a way to cure it, and it wasn't incurable.
In fact, if he used this kind of happiness treatment for a long period of time, it might 'overdo it'. If he overdid it, Mo Qiong might become a man who was happy everywhere in his life. His mentality would gradually be shaped to become more and more optimistic. His memories would either be happy or on the road to happiness …
Neither extreme was good. Only Mo Qiong could control this degree.
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