Is this a mermaid?

"I'm very happy." Chester lightly stroked the wedding ring on his hand, and didn't look at Mingo's son who was kidnapped by his own father reluctantly.

"Wilter, I am gratified that you still have a sliver of reason, and you can spare a sliver of thought to discuss major issues with me." Chester said, "Mingo is pregnant, and I am already very satisfied that you have such a sane Yes, much better than I was back then."

"Father." Werther turned his head, the table had been cleaned up and replaced with a clean and gorgeous tablecloth.

Werther sat across from Chester, and the two looked at each other seriously.

Werther pushed the chip found at home to Chester: "Father, this is all the information that Merck has researched with the support of the Federation. His transformation of mermaids can increase the fertility rate by more than ten times, but after the transformation After the operation, they can normally live up to 100 years, but the mermaids transformed in this way have hidden wounds in their bodies, and very few of them can live to a normal life span."

Chester tapped lightly on the table: "What do you think the Federation is so anxious about?"

"Father, I think this is a very dangerous signal. In addition to some countries attached to our empire and the Federation, there are still many countries in the neutral stage in the universe. If the Federation introduces this high-birth-rate mermaid transformation technology, I'm afraid Not only neutral countries will turn to them, even some countries that have already turned to us will secretly turn to them.”

"Do you think the Federation really didn't do anything?" Chester smiled coldly, "The Federation has bought many small countries over the years. I found out that they were bought by the Federation with mermaids, but I didn't expect it to be this A specially modified mermaid."

"If there is no original data, it will be very difficult to analyze the disadvantages of this technology, except for people with supernatural powers above the seventh level of the brain." Werther said in a low voice, "Countries that receive mermaid gifts from the Federation will only think that the Federation has mastered them." It is a very advanced and mature technology. Now that mermaids are scarce and the population is declining year by year, it is difficult for any country not to be tempted by such a technology."

"But what I doubt is that this kind of defect is not impossible to be discovered. When the mermaid's status is so high, such behavior will undoubtedly be condemned by most people." Witte said with some confusion, "This kind of behavior of the Federation is very important to me. It looks dangerous."

"So." Chester stretched back on the chair, "The Federation is not doing this in its real identity. They organized an organization called New Century. Those small countries are all grouped around New Century. It’s not that these small countries implicitly favor the Federation in many interest transactions, and I don’t find there to be a problem in this.”

Chester didn't know what to think of, his eyes were cold and frightening: "If something goes wrong, all the Federation has to do is to distance itself from New Century - and this is also very easy to do.",

Werther looked at the chip that was not taken by Chester and put it on the table: "Father, now that we have this technology, what should we do?"

"Have someone study it to see if the disadvantages of this technology can be improved." Chester slowly drank the hot tea that the old housekeeper handed over.

Father, can you concentrate, although I know you may be hungry.

Werther looked at his father, and couldn't really imagine that they were discussing big things instead of family matters.

"Father." Werther continued, "I have a seventh-level evolutionary brain power user. He used to be a member of the Merck Laboratory. After I gave him these researches, the result he gave me was that this The harm that technology does to mermaids comes from the core technology, and there is no way to improve it. I think this technology can be used to transform prisoners on death row.”

Chester put down his teacup and looked at Werther sharply.

The father's substantial gaze made Werther clenched his fists nervously.

"Witt, is this the way you came up with? You still use this technology when you know it can't be improved?"

Faced with Chester's questioning, Werther defended: "Only use the death penalty. Now the death penalty is very strict. They are all people who have committed heinous crimes. They are dead anyway. Why not use their value in the end?"

Chester sighed: "For those condemned prisoners, no one will have any objection to you doing this. But Werther, you are too young after all, and you still don't understand the complexity of the human heart."

"Father?" Werther looked at Chester with some puzzlement.

"Maybe that's a question." Chitus laughed suddenly.

Slowly, malice came to his face.

"You can discuss it with Mingo." Chase said meaningfully, now that Heller won't let him go to bed, get out of bed, father and son, why don't you accompany father, son?

Werther, I have a very bad feeling.

On the other side, Mingo, who was stalked by Haile and turned into a mermaid, was 'pushed' on the bed when the sun was shining.

"Sleep now?" Mingo pointed to the extremely bright sun outside the window, "Is it too early?"

Heller looked at the sun shining brightly, and muttered silently how arrogant he was.

"You can take a nap." Heller said, looking at Mingo with a smile.

"I don't take naps."

Mingo ruthlessly demolished the situation.

"Then let's go to bed late." Heller smiled slyly, turned around and quickly closed the five curtains.

The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the room without the lights was immediately dark.

"It's getting dark." Heller slid to Mingo's side without a sound, and said in a deep and ethereal tone, "Please close your eyes."

Then, a pair of red beast eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Heller: "·············"

"Ghost!!!!" Heller, who took the initiative to scare people and was scared to death, ran to turn on the light.

Mingo sat on the spot well, his eyes were already blue.

Heller breathed a sigh of relief, my God!

He just thought that besides transforming into a mermaid, Eryu also had a skill called transforming into a ghost.

Scared him to death!

Heller patted his chest with sympathy.

Wait, that's not right!

Whose red eyes are those just now?

"Son." Mingo also looked at Heller with a smile, grabbed his foodie's front paw and waved at Heller, "This is Grandpa, let me say hello."

"Aww." The foodie howled happily from Heller, as if it wasn't the one who had red eyes that pissed Heller just now.

"Hehe." Heller smiled stiffly, "It can also change the color of its eyes?"

"Yeah." Mingo chuckled, "If it's my son, I can change it and it will change too!" His foodie can change not only the color of his eyes, but also their size.

"Where did it come from!" Heller scratched his hair desperately, "You changed your clothes twice before, why didn't I see it!"

Mingo smiled slyly, the foodie stayed in his clothes and slept all the time, every time he changed his clothes he used his clothes to put the gold swallowing beast aside, of course he was not seen.

But Mingo played tricks: "Since it's my son, of course I just gave birth."

Heller: "..."

Are you insulting the professional ability of a person with brain powers?

"Son." Mingo lay down on the bed with the foodie in his arms, stroking the foodie while looking at Heller with a wicked smile.

Heller: "..."

Since he was teasing the cat, he was bitten by the tail by the cat. Since then, he has had a serious shadow on that small, cute-looking animal-who knows when they turned their faces and turned their mouths without recognizing the fish ah!

Heller pushed back slightly, looked at the adorable snack food, and swallowed: "You don't bite, do you?"

"Of course." Mingo grinned, his white teeth were waiting, reflecting a cold white light, "It eats people."

Heller checked the size of the foodie with his eyes, and muttered, "You can't finish it if you eat it to death."

"Are you sure?" Mingo winked and scratched his chin for the foodie, "What should I do? Grandpa doesn't believe you, why don't we show Grandpa?"

The foodie smiled and rubbed against Mingo twice, then looked at Heller, and stopped smiling, his eyes were as red as rabbits.

"You strange beast?" Heller was a little surprised. How could that kind of ferocious aura be possessed by ordinary animals?

Mingo thought for a while, the Gold Swallowing Beast should be considered a strange beast, right?

nodded.

"I really listen to you." Heller looked at Mingo enviously. Alien beasts are generally difficult to be tamed by humans, but once feelings are cultivated, betrayal is impossible.

"What kind of alien beast are you?" Heller leaned forward. Compared with ordinary animals, alien beasts are very human. With Mingo around, they would never bite him.

"Gold Swallowing Beast." Mingo said with a smile, and saw that Heller's hand, which was carefully touching the foodie, became stiff.

"What?" Heller asked if there was something wrong with my ears.

"It's a gold-swallowing beast." Mingo touched a metal ornament on the head of the bed and brought it to the foodie's mouth. "Come on son, have some snacks."

Foodies open their mouths wide, good man, get bored!

Heller watched the foodie chew twice, followed by a swallowing movement, and then slammed his mouth. Obviously, the mouth was empty.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Heller suddenly felt that choosing to sleep with Mingo was a mistake. Who knows if the mermaid is the food in the gold swallowing beast recipe!

Nima, the Gold Swallowing Beast can swallow anything!

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Mingo shook his translucent golden fins at Heller, "Come up."

Meanwhile, Choi Hoo showed Heller the health of his teeth.

Heller backed away obediently: "I think, Mingo, you are pregnant, and the balls in your belly still need to cultivate a good relationship with your father. I'll go to Garvet to come up."

Mingo watched Heller swipe his tail quickly, and disappeared in front of his eyes in a flash. He raised the foodie and kissed him fiercely: "Good son!"

Wagging his tail proudly on the bed, Mingo thought leisurely, trying to take advantage of him, haha, first asked his foodie and said!

Chester had the habit of taking a nap, and as soon as he went to bed, he saw Heller rush into the bed before him.

"Why are you back?" Chester smiled softly.

Heller's muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Xiao Mingo raised a ferocious beast in captivity."

Heller revealed a pair of eyes from under the quilt: "I've had a lot of contact with Little Mingo today."

The merfolk who stay with the progenitor merfolk will greatly increase their fertility in a short period of time.

Understanding the meaning of Heller's words, Chester's eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's daytime now."

What answered him was a pair of hands that pulled him into the dark bed.

"Isn't it all right now?"