Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1966: Fighting in the morning (1)

Chapter 1966 The battle is tempered in the morning (1)

The next morning, Albert seemed to feel a tingling sensation in his face, so he opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a kitten's claws tugging at his beard.

"Huh?" The tiger groaned suspiciously.

"Stinky tiger, get up." It was the cat-man boy Mutter who was pulling Albert's tiger beard, and Mutter looked unhappy: "You are so damned, you actually treated like that yesterday. I almost caught a cold by leaving it in the bathroom!"

"Then what else can I do?" Albert rubbed his eyes and got up, innocently said: "You fell asleep halfway through the bath, how could I have so much energy to carry you back to the room Huh? I thought you'd wake up and go back to your room to sleep on your own in no time, God knows you'd be sleeping in the bathroom all night?"

"Hehe!" The cat boy turned his face away and sneezed as an answer, then rubbed his nose.

"Hello, is there really no problem meow?" Albert climbed out of bed and turned to look at the clock beside the bed. It was only six o'clock in the morning, which was early enough.

"I'm okay, this little problem won't kill anyone!" Mutter seemed to catch a cold, but he still said firmly: "It's you, have you recovered? Can you get out of bed and walk around? I'll give it to you. Make breakfast, even if you don't have an appetite, try to eat a little."

Albert was silent for a moment before answering: "Okay."

He doubts whether he can really eat with his current body. But since Mutter made him breakfast, it wouldn't hurt to try a couple of bites.

At the dinner table, some simple food was placed in front of Albert.

Although simple but rich, the green vegetable and avocado salad exudes an emerald green luster; the ham and tomato sandwich looks very delicious; the hot milk on the side is heated to the point where it is just right to drink, which is the kind of refreshing Big mouth gulps into the stomach, without worrying about the level of being scalded by the heat of the milk.

Albert picked up the milk and took two sips. The mellow milk felt fine as it slipped down his throat without any problems.

"It's okay," said the tiger, then picked up a spoon and scooped some salad into his mouth. The sweet and sour slightly sticky salad dressing makes the finely chopped, crispy and smooth salad even more delicious.

But salads were originally just chopped vegetables and fruits, like air, they disappeared without a trace without entering the stomach, and they were not full at all. Albert then made more bold common sense, and he took a bite of the sandwich.

The soft and smooth bread and the slightly glutinous ham work perfectly together, and the sweet and sour tomato brings out the umami of the meat to the greatest extent, making this sandwich more chewy and more flavorful. is delicious!

"Not bad!" Albert couldn't help taking a few more bites. He didn't actually feel hungry, but wanted to continue eating because of the stimulation of the delicious food.

"Is it delicious? That's great." Seeing the tiger man eating his breakfast, Mutter couldn't help but feel relieved and said with relief.

However------

"Huh?" Albert had just finished eating a sandwich when he suddenly felt another faint throbbing pain in his stomach. The throbbing quickly turned into a sharp pain, with a **** nausea gushing from his throat. That uncomfortable feeling came too suddenly, and rushed to Albert's forehead at once, causing the tiger man youth to burst into tears. He almost spat out everything he had just eaten, right at the dining table. However, he resisted this urge with strong self-control, hurriedly dropped the other sandwich in his hand that hadn't been put in his mouth, hurried into the bathroom, and------

"Evil ------!" Albert screamed from the bathroom.

The relaxed expression on Mutter's face turned heavy in an instant.

"Can't you..." He sighed.

"Ugh...it's so uncomfortable..." After a few minutes, Albert, who threw up a happy face, turned pale, covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, and slowly walked out of the bathroom. walk out. In this way, don't say that eating breakfast to supplement nutrition and physical strength, it is a strange thing not to lose more physical strength due to violent vomiting.

"Are you really able to participate in the dark American football game starting at nine o'clock today?" Mutter asked worriedly, looking at the clock in the hall. The time is already 6:20, and there are only about two and a half hours left before the game. And Albert's physical strength has bottomed out, and it looks like he is swaying even when he walks. The cat boy can't imagine the tiger carrying the football and sprinting with all his strength on the field.

"Don't, don't worry, I can do it..." Albert seemed to want to convince the other party, but his tone and attitude were completely unconvincing.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count. It seems that solid food is still too difficult. I'll just drink milk." It will not induce vomiting, even if it is possible to recover a little physical strength by drinking milk.

"Forget it." Mutter stopped the tiger: "Can you go by yourself? Change your clothes, let's go somewhere."

"Where to go?"

"Go to Daddy Sphinx, of course." The cat boy said: "It's also a question of whether you can continue to maintain a basic life in the future with your body, not to mention participating in competitions. Sure enough, it still won't work like this. Yes. Let's go see Daddy Sphinx and see what Daddy can do for you."

"Huh. The medical technology of the guys in Great Britain is already at the world's leading level. If they can't do anything about my dying body, what can Dad Sphinx do?"

The cat-man boy looked at Albert faintly, as if he had something to hide, but he could only answer vaguely: "Anyway... Let's talk about Daddy Sphinx first. "

"Okay." Albert didn't want to argue with Mutter. It should be said that he is too lazy to argue with Mutter. At this time, he has nowhere else to go. Early in the morning, he followed the cat boy to find Father Sphinx, and then took advantage of the situation to participate in the football game, and quickly ended the farce. Better.

At 2 o'clock this afternoon, he still has a ring match to play, and it is the last match of the round table trial knockout match. If he wins this match, he will successfully advance to the finals. That game is the most important, absolutely not to be missed.

"I'm going to take a nap." Albert then sat in a wheelchair and stretched lazily: "I'll leave it to you next, no matter what place you want to take me to. "

"I should have sent you to the slave market to sell while you were asleep," said the cat boy jokingly.

"I'm half-dead, and no one wants it." Albert replied jokingly, closing his eyes to rest.

He's actually really tired. After all, he didn't sleep well last night and was woken up early in the morning. In addition, he threw up a lot and didn't have any food in his stomach. collapsed. His current body can be described by the word [desperate]. Although it is a semi-spiritual structure, it is almost immortal, but he cannot enjoy the pleasure of eating-even food, and he is still alive. What's the point?

The groggy Albert could only feel the cat boy pushing the wheelchair, sending him somewhere. He felt the weightlessness of taking the elevator, and the trembling of Mutter's arms holding the wheelchair pusher as he took the elevator. But it all passed quickly, and he felt like he was being taken somewhere.

"Wait here." Mutter placed Albert in a darkened small room.

"Don't make me wait too long." The tiger man replied lying in a wheelchair, too lazy to open his eyes.

Mutter didn't answer and left.

"Please, do something to his body." Albert seemed to be able to hear who the cat boy was talking to and begging for something outside the room.

"But it's illegal." It seemed a familiar voice answered Mutter, but Albert couldn't remember who it was.

"Is it still time to take care of the rules?" Mutter whispered, "He's so weak that he can't even stand up and walk on his own. What about the next game? Don't let him play? Don't. Forget that our next opponent is the seeded team that reaches the finals every year, the Sudan Arrows."

"Although you say that...but it's one thing, using that technology without authorization to help him change his body, if the world knows this technology, the identity of the father can no longer be concealed. ------"

"But without his help, do you think the game can really be won?" Mutter emphasized again: "To win the Super Bowl and get that trophy, isn't that the only goal of Daddy Sphinx? Is it really possible to win the game without using everything we can?

------It's the last madness anyway. Win the next few games and it's all over, doesn't it? "

The cat boy's words seemed to convince the other party, and the other party was silent for a long time before replying: "Okay. It's just this time, it's not an example. No, it should be said that this place will end soon~IndoMTL.com~ never again. Is there a next time?"

"Sorry," Mutter muttered apologetically.

"Then bring him in and start the operation," the man replied.

Mutter agreed, then pushed the door back into the dark little room and said to Albert, "Listen, stupid tiger. Don't be surprised what happens next, okay? We'll do it. Helping you...will help you restore your original body...or close to your original body. But everything that happens to you must be kept secret, absolutely not Say it, okay? If you leak a word of what's going on here, it'll kill Papa Sphinx."

"Yeah." The tiger man nodded. In fact, he didn't know what was going on here. He just felt that it didn't matter, so hurry up and leave.

"Then------" The cat-man boy took out a syringe-like thing and stabbed Albert's arm. It was obviously some kind of powerful anesthetic, and the drug was injected into the blood vessels of the tiger man youth, which soon made Albert groggy and fell into a deep sleep.

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