Changling Alien Realm (8)

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Chen Yu pulled open his backpack and rummaged through it for a while. He took out a bottle and placed it on the ground.

"What are you doing?" The giant male face on the tree trunk faintly felt that something was wrong.

Chen Yu did not reply.

He just unscrewed the cap of the bottle and revealed the golden liquid inside.

S-Grade, synthetic liquid!

It was produced from the Origin Robot's chip.

It could be considered his biggest harvest in the Qingcheng Alien Realm.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Chen Yu picked up the syringe in his backpack, took out half of it, and looked at the two faces above him.

"What is this?" The woman's eyes met Chen Yu's. "Is it poison?"

"It must be poison." The man's face was irritable. "Despicable humans only know how to use these dirty and despicable methods!"

Chen Yu still did not reply.

He moved slowly and placed the needle in the vein of his arm.