A garden-style villa is also Zhang Luoyu's home.

Han Dong stood under the unit door, waiting to set off.

Chirp.

Sometimes one or two birds chase each other, crying crisply, spreading their wings and flying in the sky, rendering the breath of early spring.

The cold breeze that occasionally hits my face blows on my face.

"Hey."

“The antique market…how much gray-white airflow can you harvest today?”

Han Dong secretly imagined: "Valented antiques are definitely not allowed to be touched at will. But there is no need to chase those valuable items. No matter how cheap and worn, things that have no collection value, as long as they have a century of history, they can absorb gray and white airflow."

Twitter.

A bird circled over the sky and flew to the other side of the villa, and could not hear the sound of crying.

In the increasingly quiet environment, Han Dong's thoughts gradually faded away, and he was stunned.

After a while.

There was a crisp sound from the unit door... Zhang Luoyu, wearing ordinary sportswear, walked out, followed by Zhang Meng, who was in white sportswear.

"Xiaodong, let you wait for a while." Zhang Luoyu shook his head and said, "Xiao Meng insisted on following and taking a look at the antiques together."

Han Dong blinked: "I haven't waited for long."

He was a little surprised.

Zhang Meng in front of her was different from last time. She was wearing a milky white sportswear, which set off the exquisiteness of her face. Her chest outlined a delicate curve, which was extremely outstanding and had a gentle temperament.

Is this makeup?

Han Dong was shocked.

He had to admit that he had been chatting with Zhang Meng for so long last time, but he never noticed Zhang Meng's beauty... This was comparable to Li Ziwei, but Li Ziwei was even colder.

"Hello!"

Zhang Meng was like a deer, jumping and came to Han Dong, with bright eyes and white teeth as if shining the surrounding environment.

"Hehe, it just so happens that there is not much homework this week, otherwise I won't be able to come out either."

Zhang Meng looked at Han Dong curiously: "Listen to my dad... Are you a martial arts student? But your figure is too thin. The martial arts student should have a tall and big figure."

Han Dong shook his head.

He knew the truth when he saw the small things. He could only hear this sentence, and he knew that Zhang Meng would never understand martial arts.

Martial arts aim to tap into the strength in the body and gradually control one's own body... Whether the body is strong or not has any connection with whether the martial arts is strong.

The appearance of muscles is very thick, which is a manifestation of shallow martial arts.

The real martial arts lies in the strong internal strength and the appearance is difficult to identify.

"Haha, Xiao Meng, martial arts are different from fitness, don't be confused." Zhang Luoyu laughed and walked towards the parking space next to him, ready to start the car.

"Are you really a martial arts student?"

Zhang Meng's beautiful eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but approach Han Dong and stared at the undoubted black eyes... clear, bright, like a mirror lake.

even.

In these clear eyes, she vaguely saw her pretty face.

There are also martial arts students in the class, but Zhang Meng doesn't want to get too close to them. The martial arts students are relatively strong and often do not attend classes, which makes her feel bad.

But Han Dong is different.

This is the son of Uncle Han that my father often mentions, and he knows the truth. And the last chat also gave Zhang Meng a good impression of Han Dong.

“So clean…”

Zhang Meng muttered, pouted subconsciously, and suddenly noticed that his face became hot, and the heat between his breathing bounced back.

She was too close to Han Dong, and her face was less than ten centimeters away.

"laugh."

Zhang Meng couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly took a step back, giggling to hide his embarrassment: "Han Dong, your eyes are so bright, as if you are wearing beautiful contact lenses."

Han Dong's body was backward and his face turned as usual: "I am not myopic and do not wear invisible eyes."

Awkward!

Zhang Meng pursed her lips and said speechlessly: "Feedlings are not contact lenses... There are colored contact lenses that do not have a degree."

Buzz.

The sound of the car starting was just right, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Zhang Luoyu drove a black Audi A6L, dropped the window and said aloud: "Xiaodong, please sit in the front row, Xiao Meng, this child, is in the front row, motion sickness."

"OK."

Han Dong walked to the passenger seat, gently opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

Zhang Meng changed his excitement and sat quietly in the back row, his beautiful eyes sometimes aiming at Han Dong, sometimes looking out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Night falls, in the evening.

Han Dong walked alone on the remote street, but his heart was full of passion.

Today in the antique market, he obtained eight gray-white airflows and integrated them into his body on the spot, enhancing his physical fitness in all aspects.

Until now, there is still a continuous stream of power in the body.

It seems to be saturated.

It seems to be overflowing and expanding.

"I can't stand it?" Han Dong frowned secretly and shook his arms, but even though he controlled his body, he could not control the swelling and pain: "Does the gray-white air flow merged too frequently and is already on the upper limit?"

"That's true."

"The gray-white airflow cannot enhance physical fitness in all directions without limit. Everything has an upper limit... According to the current situation, in one week, about twenty gray-white airflow can be integrated...."

Han Dong nodded secretly.

If it weren't for Uncle Zhang Luoyu's help... in a week, at best, he would have harvested seven or eight gray-white airflows, and it would have been impossible to harvest so much at once. In the future, there would be no such good thing.

The gray and white air flow has to be carefully searched for.

Pick.

Pick.

Han Dong walked slowly, while secretly thinking about the possible gray-white airflow that he needed to go to next week, while thanking Uncle Zhang for his help.

The night covers the city, but it cannot cover Han Dong's high-spirited ambitions.

The depression after returning from rebirth gradually dissipated... He completed his expected initial goal and also had a clear plan for the future, no longer panic or impatient.

Regardless of whether martial arts have incredible power or not, he must persist.

Pick.

The sound of Han Dong's footsteps echoed on the secluded road.

On the left side of the road is an abandoned building, the basement is waiting to be rebuilt, rendering a dark and silent atmosphere, which makes it extremely quiet. On the right side of the road is a lake water, with soft moonlight sprinkling on the lake surface, reflecting the shimmering waves.

He was walking in the middle of the road and felt comfortable.

Suddenly.

A vague low shout spread through the silent road, thick and powerful, as if it penetrated the soul!

This humble drink came from the dark abandoned building on the left. If Fang Cheng had not practiced martial arts and practiced the anode stake frequently, his facial features would have been a little sensitive, but he would not have heard it.

"What is that?"

Han Dong narrowed his eyes and stopped.

He glanced around in search, but found no abnormality, as if the low shout just now was just a mirage... But the low shout seemed to contain strong strength, which made it difficult for him to ignore.

"Um."

Han Dong pondered for a while, then hugged his waist and slowly approached this dark building area.

In the past, he did not dare to go deep into this dark ruin and wanted to leave immediately.

But now he has martial arts, and although he is not familiar with some of the powerful moves, his physical fitness is here, which gives him enough courage and confidence.
Chapter completed!