Shute was very grateful to Zhao Yuyan for bringing him here.
His experience in the illegal laboratory made him timid. Although there were no people here who discriminated against his tail, he always felt inferior.
He thought he could provide research value and once asked Zhao Yuyan to use him for experiments.
But apart from nursing his injuries and observing and recording his data changes, Zhao Yuyan did not do any research.
"It doesn't matter, we're all the same, aren't we?"
Using the spotlight from the cafeteria window, Bu Qingren pointed at his ears and goat horns and said, "I think your tail is cool, but my goat horns are heavy and they don't look domineering enough on my head!"
When the little white mouse heard someone praising his tail, it suddenly stood up and shook its tail unconsciously. He said happily, "Really?"
"Of course," said Zhao Erge's voice from behind. He grabbed a handful of spiced green beans from the little white mouse's plate and threw them into his mouth. "I've told you your tail is beautiful, but you didn't believe me."
Zhao Yuyan's voice is penetrating, with some of the deep magnetism of the lion race.
Shute's wagging tail stopped, adjusted slightly to stick to his back, and he took a few steps back in shock.
It is the breath of a high-level race.
The little white mouse saw him clinging stiffly to the edge of the food table, his body trembling slightly as he curled up into a ball, not daring to look up at him.
He didn't speak for a long time.
"Dr. Zhao... Dr. Zhao..."
Looking at the panic of the little white mouse, his voice was heavy with hesitation.
Brother Zhao looked at Bu Qingren and asked in a casual manner:
"Sister-in-law, do I look scary?"
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