Time returned to half a day ago.
In the secret research base of the ancient Turan civilization...
Meng Chao looked at the green Hope Potion in his palm and fell into deep thought.
The Hope Potion storage device that was shaped like the poison needle on a scorpion's tail was very much like a syringe from Earth.
Relying on a simple propeller, as long as enough pressure was applied at the end, a hollow needle made from special materials could inject all the Hope Potion into the mother of origin's body.
However, this syringe did not have a remote firing function, nor did it have the ability to automatically pressurize and inject. It was all manually operated.
Meng Chao felt that this was the final researcher. He was worried that if the function was set too complicated, it would greatly increase the failure rate and cause a drop in the chain when the battle with the original mother was at the most critical moment.