mousepad-d2 Chapter 246 Changed to a different body
Chapter 246 Changed to a different body
So even though he still owed Xu Si two strange drops, he would still use one of those strange drops to do Yang Fan a favor.
Despite his ulterior motives.
But, for anyone else...
I suppose all that's left is gratitude!
"Brother Fu, to be honest, as long as you don't want my butt, everything else is negotiable!"
Fu Xiaojian considered Yang Fan's possible reactions, such as being moved to tears, signing a contract, or promising to repay him!
But he never expected it.
Yang Fan was taken aback by this reaction, and a wave of exasperation washed over him.
No wonder Yang Fan misunderstood. A team leader who was not interested in women was being so nice to him, and he also thought he was somewhat handsome.
Isn't everyone saying that the entertainment industry is chaotic? He couldn't help but think about it.
"Or, Brother Fu, could you be gentle? I can hold it in!"
Seeing Fu Xiaojian's increasingly dark face and the golden potion in his hand, he gritted his teeth and continued speaking.
Faced with a choice between dignity and strength, he tearfully chose strength.
We can't sacrifice our strength for the sake of dignity!
He used to scoff at this, but now he enjoys it immensely.
"Damn it, I really want to kick you out!"
Fu Xiaojian could no longer maintain the demeanor of a noble young master, and he didn't care about any backup plans.
If this gets out, wouldn't his innocence be ruined?
Heaven and earth conscience.
He simply had an opinion about Yang Fan's abilities.
He likes men, but not men with men.
Fu Xiaojian, his face dark, shoved the bottle of golden potion into Yang Fan's hand, almost gritting his teeth as he said, "Drink it, then get out of here and wake up!"
Yang Fan took the medicine; it was warm to the touch, and the golden liquid shimmered with an unusual luster in the dimly lit car.
He glanced at Fu Xiaojian's almost murderous face, then at the medicine in his hand, and swallowed hard.
"Brother Fu, that's not what I meant... I was just a little flattered and blurted out something I didn't mean..." Yang Fan tried to salvage the situation.
"Shut up, drink! Then get out!" Fu Xiaojian got out of the car, acting as if he wanted to avoid seeing it altogether.
Yang Fan dared not waste any more words. He unscrewed the bottle cap, and a strange aura wafted out. It was not the fragrance of flowers and plants, but a cold, hard, and chilling aura with the feel of gunpowder and metal.
Without further hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank the medicine in one gulp.
As the medicine entered his throat, Yang Fan felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of freshly melted golden liquid!
"Ugh—!"
He groaned, his body curling up uncontrollably, the empty bottle falling into the car with a crisp sound.
An unprecedented pain exploded from the depths of his limbs and bones, as if countless tiny metal particles were flowing, colliding, and recombining within his body.
This pain was completely different from any awakening process I had ever heard of before.
There was no gentle adaptation, no gradual transformation, only a brutal, almost tearing sense of "embedding".
He could feel his bones stretching wildly, his muscle fibers being forcibly torn apart and then roughly filled with new, denser tissue.
It felt as if countless cold, angular metal particles were flowing through my body with my blood.
Then it forcefully embeds itself into every cell, deep within every inch of bone.
That's not a modification, it's more like... a replacement.
His mortal body was replaced with a body more suitable for a "gun".
His vision was quickly filled with a blinding golden-red color, and he heard the hum of thousands of taut and bouncy metal wires in his ears.
Outside the car, Fu Xiaojian frowned deeply.
Through the car window, he could see that Yang Fan's body was undergoing a horrifying transformation.
His originally slender body seemed to be stretched and stretched by an invisible hand, his height approaching two meters, his shoulder and back bones protruding, making his clothes taut and about to burst.
On the skin's surface, fine, circuit board-like golden lines flashed by and then disappeared beneath the skin, leaving only a cold, metallic sheen.
Yang Fan's consciousness was being dragged into a metal storm.
He "saw" himself standing on an endless battlefield littered with broken weapons.
Countless spears and broken lances, with rusted tips and shattered shafts, stood like tombstones.
The sky was iron gray, cloudless, with only falling metal fragments burning with golden-red flames.
A grand and icy voice, like a thunderbolt, exploded directly into the depths of his soul:
"He who wields the gun should first pierce himself."
Before he finished speaking, all the broken spears and lances on the wasteland suddenly trembled and then transformed into billions of golden streams of light, shooting towards him like an out-of-control torrent of metal!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
There was no real pain, only the extreme terror of having one's soul pierced and torn apart countless times.
Each streak of light carries a distinct meaning.
Some are as fiery as fire, some as solid as a mountain, some as elusive as a shadow, some as swift as lightning...
They forcefully crashed into his consciousness, imprinting everything about "guns".
Body balance, power transmission, the trajectory of the puncture, the point of explosive power, and...
That is the indomitable "momentum" of the king of all soldiers.
Each time he was pierced, his "momentum" increased, until he became the "gun" itself.
Yang Fan tried to scream, but no sound came out.
His body trembled violently in the realistic car seat.
Fu Xiaojian also recalled some less pleasant memories.
Outside the car, Xu Si had already arrived without anyone noticing, his starry eyes calmly scanning the scene inside.
"That's quite a commotion," he commented casually.
Fu Xiaojian rubbed his temples: "Are you sure you didn't give me the wrong medicine?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another strange event occurred inside the car.
Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes!
Deep within his pupils, a sharp, golden glint suddenly appeared, like the last ray of sunlight reflected off the tip of a spear.
He exhaled a stream of hot white breath, carrying a strange smell of rust and gunpowder.
The changes in his body had stopped, but his clothes were now tattered and torn.
At this moment, Yang Fan was nearly two meters tall, and his whole body seemed to have changed.
Her originally somewhat frail demeanor had completely vanished.
The bare arms have smooth, powerful lines; the muscles are not exaggerated, but each fiber seems to have been meticulously forged, containing terrifying resilience.
A faint metallic sheen shimmered beneath her skin, and even her breathing carried a resounding rhythm.
He slowly raised his right hand, extended his five fingers, and then crushed his glasses in one swift motion, staring at his hands in disbelief.
He then brought two fingers together and thrust them forward like a spear.
"Buzz—!"
The steel car body was pierced instantly, and at the same time, a low but clear tremor came through the air.
It is not an energy fluctuation, but a more primal resonance belonging to "metal" and "penetration".
Fu Xiaojian and his companion seemed to see a pale golden spear phantom.
The tip of the spear gleamed coldly, seemingly capable of piercing through the line of sight.
At the same time, the golden light in Yang Fan's eyes quickly subsided, returning to its original pupil color. However, deep within his gaze, there was an indescribable sharpness and calmness.
Her entire demeanor has been completely transformed.
"...That's fucking awesome."
He uttered a few words hoarsely, his voice much deeper than before.