This sudden idea startled Wang Ruhu himself. He had seen many people from Shengqi, his former subordinates, the tenth saint Chiou, and fragments of his memory. Most of the figures are faces of Westerners.
But if it wasn't, how could the so-called 'blood of God' be so compatible with his own hard work, which surprised even the attached demon stars.
'Could it be some kind of coincidence? '
Of course, this kind of thinking is just guesswork, Wang Ruhu dare not be sure, but if the master is really a member of the Holy Prayer Organization After a while, he suddenly smiled, even if it is true, it probably doesn't matter, anyway, people have already After many years of passing away, it is not so important anymore.
In the room, the white frost has melted away, the stiffness and numbness on the body are also quickly fading away, the body temperature rises again, and the inner strength resumes. With the steaming sound of 'àÍ', wisps of white air rose up.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wang Ruhu adjusted his inner breath, slowly closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the cultivation method of immortal inner strength, running inner strength to comb over and over again, nourishing the meridians, acupuncture points and muscles damaged by the cold air just now, and the powerful healing ability of immortal inner strength He was also moving from time to time, the gradually active Qi and blood in his body rushed to his limbs, and the feeling of weakness and lethargy dissipated one by one.
With the ability attached by the demon star, in the closed eyes, it seems to see that his own strength and physique have risen a little bit.
A hot current extended from the heart, with a tingling feeling spreading throughout the whole body, as if stimulated by electrotherapy, the muscles twitched and jumped uncontrollably, forcing Wang Ruhu not to dare to move, he could only rely on guesswork, It should be the divine blood mixed with his own hard work that is at work.
After a while, this feeling gradually disappeared from his perception as if it was exhausted. When he asked the demon star, the latter could not perceive the existence of the divine blood. It should have been mixed with his painstaking effort to enhance his physique, and then disappeared completely. .
"Tiger?!"
At this moment, the sound of opening the door suddenly sounded behind him, Jayden shouted, and then turned around, "Shet, what did you do to my office, why is there water everywhere?"
The tall figure facing the floor-to-ceiling windows opened his eyes suddenly, and there seemed to be a ball of lightning flashing from the ground in the majestic eyes, which was reflected on the glass window, which was particularly conspicuous.
Wang Ruhu clenched his fists and stretched his arms. Amidst the crackling sound of bones, he took a deep breath, and then ¡®Phew! ¡¯ spit out gently.
Wow~~
The curtains rolled up, the papers on the desk were flipped open one by one, the whole office was blowing with wind, and the turbulent air flowed on people's faces. Jayden covered his face with one hand, and pushed the button of the wheelchair back with the other. Rubbing her cheeks vigorously, her voice became louder.
"Heystop, Shet, it's too cold, do you want to frostbite me?"
Over there, Wang Ruhu opened his eyes and ignored him. During the movements of breathing and stretching his arms, his back, chest, and shoulders all shook at the same time. In an instant, with a 'creaking' sound, it was pushed forward half a meter out of thin air, and the information pages and company documents piled up on it all fluttered like butterflies in the spreading air waves.
'It seems that this divine blood can improve my immortal internal strength'
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wang Ruhu has a desire to fight those saints again. If he can get their blood again, maybe he can really practice this method to perfection.
'I didn't expect it before. After all, immortality is a bit out of reach, but now it may really be possible, but I'm looking forward to it more and more'
After all, this is the realm that the master said that no one in the school has ever reached.
"Jaden, the good publicity should be spread throughout Europe. I am looking forward to stronger opponents."
With one scarlet arm hanging down, he looked at the outline of the city with his back behind his back in a wheelchair. His figure was as steady and majestic as a mountain
Looking at the sky, white clouds drifted across the sun, and the flying plane landed at the Chicago airport with a howling roar. The unwelcome Jew named Harold was expelled by the protesters who marched on the street, and he boarded a car in embarrassment. The taxi rushed to Chinatown, and the chubby old man sat at the door, shaking his lame leg and shaking the slippers hanging on his toe, humming Cantonese opera along with the radio.
Hearing footsteps and awkward Chinese, Uncle Long opened his eyelids and saw Harold, laughed loudly, and went up to hug him: "Haha, You Ming Dao, why are you here?"
As he said, looking around, Harold turned his face back.??"I'm looking for him too, to see if he's been to your place."
Soon.
Harold walked out of the archway of "The World is Public" in disappointment, and went to the o block, where he saw Tory, who was knocked to the ground by the head of the court, one by one.
The slender body became strong, and the dark muscles rolled densely with beads of sweat. When exposed to the sun, there was a layer of black luster. The fist wrapped in a circle of cloth strips sent people flying and hit the basketball hoop heavily. Then the black Tori came over, reached out and shook Harold's hand.
He also shook his head when he heard that he was looking for Wang Ruhu.
"After leaving, he never came backbut he will definitely appear in a place." Tori hooked his fingers, and pulled the Jew to look at the music that was playing in the window of a shop not far away. An ad - World Fighting Championships.
As the wind blows across the pitch, the weary Mexican man returns to the block, re-rents an apartment, and shuts himself in with beer piled up around the couch, watching commercials pop up on TV After pouring it down, I occasionally think of the time I spent wandering with that person, and I can't help but yearn for it again.
Looking away from the window, the bird slid across the roof of the building in the distance, and the fanning air flow went to the other side of the ocean, turning into a strong wind and raining down, hitting the car window, and then being swept away by the wiper.
Ken, who was bandaged, lay with his legs crossed in the back row, closed his eyes and talked about whether to go to the United States next, or to stay and investigate the truth. Then, Zon, who was being driven, slapped him back and opened his feet, "Go back? That's courting death."
After finishing speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car, took an umbrella and walked to another car. Inside were the proprietress of the flower shop and her son, and it was Bowa who was driving.
Now, they have decided to leave Eastern Europe, break away from the organization, and bring along men who are willing to follow them, and prepare to go to the United States, where they will continue to work as mercenaries.
In the pattering rain, the car door opened again, and Zorn, who was covered in steam, sat back and handed a magazine to the back row. On the cover, it was the cover of an advertisement for a fighting competition.
Zon looked at Ken in the mirror, his voice was calm and low.
"Let's go to Los Angeles, first get a start-up capital, and then wait for the captain to return!"
The wind blew across the rain line, and the outside of the car was filled with the sound of rain. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com