Damaru, caught off guard, accidentally choked by the tea that was about to be eaten.

Dawan couldn't help but cough a few times and smiled bitterly:

"It's better not to joke like this. If someone hears it... it's not good!"

"Go! Where did you go with your unscrupulous sense of humor? You can't bear the little joke..."

Daimaru smiled dryly, not knowing how to answer.

If it was a harmless joke, of course you could put it into a smile; but who knows if Yakuma Yakuma's seemingly serious tone is true?

How could the "Red Sand Dust" uncle who dared to ask the girl he likes to have a child for him if he had a disagreement?

The key is that the girl who seems weak in front of her is a illusion master who can get hit by the people around her if she is not careful, so she should not be taken lightly.

In addition, the two of them are not clear and suspicious, so there can be no more rumors of a misunderstanding of Temari.

Yama, who was no longer embarrassed by Damaru, played with the composite cell mass in his hand and groped for its manipulation skills.

"What else is needed besides feeding with mental power and allowing it to grow faster?"

"These strange collective organisms will automatically prey. Only when they transform and catalyze proliferate, they need to swallow a large amount of organic protein and consume a large amount of energy..."

"The meat eater..."

Yakuma nodded in a clear way. There was nothing strange about this. It was obvious that this thing was not a vegetarian animal. It did not eat grass, nor did it photosynthesis. It could capture the surrounding microorganisms for daily consumption. It was already good.

“It’s quite energy-saving…”

"After all, it was developed based on parasitic ability. It was separated from the appropriate environment and most activities were in a low power state..."

In Dawan's opinion, the birth of this complex cell mass was not accidental. The right cells strengthened by the curse seal, the blood transcendence limit - parasitic ghost destruction technique is extremely corrosive, and the white clone cell is not a good person.

In the long-term coexistence of the two, no one can swallow each other. They settle for the second best. They simply add the microorganisms of divine qualities as buffers to form a triangular stable form and combine it into the current symbiotic cell cluster.

This is reflected in Bai Jue's clone transplanted with the right arm and the right arm of Bai Jue's clone transplanted with the right arm. It has been more than half a year? Damaru's earliest combination experiment has not yet been achieved. Bai Jue's clone and right arm, which are facing other people's arms, has not shown much unusual yet.

Maybe in the future, Daimaru will try some more in-depth mutual transplant experiments? Let's see if something new can be born? But now, it's not the time.

After working hard several times, I couldn't make the symbiotic cell mass in my hand look better. Yama Yakumo was a little disappointed? He had to stop for a while.

"Although there is life? But it seems not a complete life..."

Daimaru said with a smile:

"Without a host as a carrier, they cannot be shaped and cannot play their due role..."

As he spoke, Damaru summoned three substitute puppets from the storage scroll, one of which was like a piece of fragment that was barely glued together; the second one was generally intact? But his head was like a crushed lump of flesh; the last one had several translucent through holes on his body.

"Some time ago, it broke when I was having a fight with someone else? It will take some time to fully recover..."

It is a puppet that belongs entirely to itself, so Daimaru naturally regards it as the host of the symbiotic cell mass? It is normal to have some strange abilities.

The expected ability to automatically recover from damage does exist, but it is too slow.

Fortunately? What makes Daimaru happy is that the broken puppet? When it is automatically recovered, the means of destroying itself have been strengthened in a targeted manner.

The stand-alone puppet is a ready-made practical example, unlike the thirteen wing armor that is still absorbing the experience of new ninjas and slowly growing.

Yama, who enveloped them in his own illusion space, looked at Daimaru unexpectedly after a while.

"Although it's very weak, it's really slowly improving its quality. What kind of monster did you create?"

Daimaru waved his hand and said:

"Due to the qualifications of hosts and operators, their evolutionary speed and height are limited..."

Yama Yoshimo said with some amusing words:

"Isn't this a matter of course! Do you want to create a 'god' that transcends the ninja world? For most ninjas, it is already very satisfying to have a puppet that can control it freely..."

"You and I are not ordinary ninjas..."

Daimaru sighed with some regret,

"Don't look at these symbiotic cell clusters, they are very well-behaved in your hands. That's because we both have very powerful spiritual secrets that can completely tame them. Do ordinary ninjas have such abilities?"

"Something makes sense! However, I haven't reached the point of considering these things yet. Become a ninja first..."

The future is too far away. What Yama Yakumo needs to do now is to make the symbiotic cell mass in his hands mature and proliferate as soon as possible, and erode the "special" wing armor assigned to him into a psychic parasitic puppet.

With Daimaru's successful experience, Yakuma has avoided many detours, so it is not difficult to do this.

While the two were chatting, an inexplicable aura broke into Daima's room. Yama Ma's face changed and was about to react, but Daima stopped him.

"Don't worry, it's my psychic beast back..."

Sure enough, as soon as the words were finished, a huge desert chameleon appeared, and a small puppet rode on its back, directing it to open its mouth and spit out a large group of captured desert animals.

Except for a small number of them that can be used as puppet materials, most of them can only be used as protein bait.

Three broken puppets on the ground stretch out black blood vessel-like tentacles to separate the captured desert animals and eat them. A small number of indigested organs will be tanned into materials and made into puppets or toys to sell them.

"Besides being a little disgusting, it's all good, it's quite convenient..."

Yama Suzuma looked at the desert chameleon, which was a bit too large and the petite puppet Temari.

"I used to sit on your shoulders, but later I didn't see you. I thought you had abandoned it, but I didn't expect it to be still there..."

"How could it be?"

Daimaru reached out to pick up the puppet Temari, tidied up her clothes, and then placed it on the coffee table. The petite doll raised her head and looked at the "so big" Yama Ma who was "Yakuma".

"This...is actually alive!"

The shock of Yama Yama was beyond words.

"Or how could I make it a 'Dragon Knight' and help me do some 'little things' that are not easy for people to know?"
Chapter completed!