At night, the bedroom is cold.

KAKA.

Han Dong's left and right palms rotate in turn, as if they were engaging in mysterious and indescribable power, creating a dark mountain phantom, standing in front of his chest and existed between his palms.

This is the first mountainous place where the mountain stakes are painted.

He gradually realized that as his internal strength became stronger, the mountain shadow was also solidified, and a ridiculous idea emerged in his heart... Can the shadow be substantive after achieving the fullness of internal strength?

Draw a mountain?

If you draw mountain stakes, you may really draw a mountain!

As for the basic structure of this phantom, he almost knew it. The internal force is the foundation of the mountain stake, and the mountain phantom is only the manifestation of the flow of internal force.

“It’s amazing.”

"The internal energy is controlled by martial artists, probably similar to special energy."

While pondering, I loosen the mountain stake.

Bang!

He slowly stretched out his left palm, and the internal force of liquid flowed inside it. He suddenly clenched it tightly, causing the air to almost explode. The vaguely visible wave of air was milky white and spread out from the palm of his palm.

Just a simple palm and squeeze the air!

If you do your best, you may be shocked to the entire dormitory building.

"I witnessed the incredible force that fists could blow up the air with my own eyes." He sighed in his heart: "I was still looking forward to it at that time. Now, I can also make waves of blowing air."

"but."

"The fierce battle between the master and the man should not have used internal force, otherwise an earthquake would occur within a radius of 1,000 meters. How could the power of the Wuzong realm be accommodated by a dilapidated ruin?"

Only when you truly come into contact with the Wuzong realm can you realize that Wuzong is terrible.

Like the blood-red giant cow

Without activating the madness, Han Dong cannot compete with him. He will definitely die for a lifetime and will most likely die on the spot.

Buzz!

Clench your left fist and then release it.

The air flow dissipates, and the air is muffled. The internal force of the liquid penetrates the body surface and shines with unimaginable light, like gold, silver, purple, pure white, and colorful, and cannot have color characteristics for the time being.

"Um."

"It's only been past nine o'clock, have you done it?" Han Dong looked at the text message sent by Zhou Zhanpeng, and a smile on his lips outlined: "My friend, I can only help you get here."

To provide help to Gu Yuanliang, you must never give alms!

What he gave was not money, but opportunity, but confidence. If he only talked about money, he would have hundreds of millions of dollars, but this would only ruin Gu Yuanliang's fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

He just hopes.

If you meet Gu Yuanliang again many years later, you will be able to get the same thing at first sight and have a long talk again.

Dingdong.

On the phone screen, > "Xiao Qian?"

Han Dong smiled at the corner of his mouth and answered the invitation. He saw a fleshy oval face filled the screen of his mobile phone, and his big watery eyes blinked.

It was Han Qian who was over four years old.

"elder brother!"

"Xiao Qian asks you what day to come back." Xiao Qian stretched out her white and tender palms, and slapped the camera twice with a nipples.

"Tomorrow." Han Donglian said.

"Hey? What day?" Xiao Qian stared at her eyes.

Han Dong's face turned dark and almost got the child out of his way. He turned to laugh and said, "Brother is back tomorrow."

"Oh, the next day." Han Qian lowered her little head, counted her fingers, her face filled with the light of expectation and longing: "You can see your brother after a night's sleep?"

"Of course." Han Dong's eyes were filled with gentleness.

His beliefs in this life are for this.

If something happens to me, my parents will be protected by the Wushu Sect Alliance, and Xiao Qian will be protected by Ning Moli, so there should be no problem.

but.

With Han Dong's current level of force, it is difficult to think of an accident.

After all, activating the crazy state can kill the terrifying force of the ordinary Wuzong realm, which is enough to keep him from danger of life and death in the province.

Bang!

Xiao Qian slapped her twice in anger, tilted her face, and separated her screen, and could feel her depression: "Brother, why don't you talk anymore?"

Han Dong held his cell phone and sat on the edge of the bed: "Brother, what do you think?"

"oh."

Xiao Qian blinked her watery eyes twice, took the nine-color marshmallows happily, and waved two or three times in front of the screen as if showing off: "Look, look, delicious sugar-free marshmallows."

On the marshmallow, a vivid little bear is portrayed.

Immediately.

Han Qian pretended to be vicious, whispered at the marshmallow, and took a small bite: "Sweetheart."

"Haha." Han Dong couldn't help laughing.

Calculate the days, I haven't been home for a long time. Since I joined the defense system, I often went out for alert, and it was the peak of the martial arts realm, so I simply practiced martial arts hard at Jiangnan Academy.

Now I finally gain something.

The military general realm may not be enough.

But the worldly military general realm and madness should be enough. No matter what special things Xiao Qian has, even if she attracts sect-level demons, he can kill and slaughter them all.

Huh?

Han Dong looked at Xiao Qian on the screen and was shocked.

If the memories of the past life in my mind are predictive deductions, why is there no picture of Master Ning Moli? Unless Master is not in Suhe City, or... the demons and monsters that break into the house cannot stop Master.

"impossible."

"Master is definitely an extremely powerful existence in the realm of Wuzong. I only remember that there was a scarlet-eyed shadow in my memory in my previous life. If it was a sect-level ghost, it should have been a substantial body of the ghost."

I can't remember the specific shape.

But those scarlet eyes seemed to be imprinted in memory. Han Dong will always remember: "There is a crucial feature, its pupils are red in the eyes and pupils, and the shape of triangular stars is inside."

"What's strange is."

"I have killed so many ghosts, but never had a single ghost's eye, which has such a special alternative structure."

anyway.

No matter what it is, no one can hurt you.

Han Dong smiled and looked at the screen. Xiao Qian was eating marshmallow happily. She was having fun. She picked up a can of Nestle and took a sip.

"etc."

Han Dong's face turned dark.

"Hey?" Xiao Qian widened her eyes and looked at her brother on the screen pitifully, not understanding what she had made.

"Who asked you to drink Nestle?" Han Dong felt his tone stern and couldn't help but say warmly: "Children cannot drink Nestle coffee."

"No!"

Xiao Qian shook her mind quickly, and the little meat palm rested on her chest and swayed left and right, denying: "I didn't drink Nestle, Xiao Qian really didn't drink Nestle, this is the Seven Nest."

well.

Han Dong sighed and frowned and stared at Nestle Coffee on the screen.

Something is wrong!

Children should not drink coffee, as it is not good for their health. Even if Ning Moli thinks clearly, he must know this.

So.

With the character of the master, giving Xiao Qian marshmallows requires that they must be sugar-free, let alone drink coffee?

"Has the master discovered Xiao Qian's special thing?" Han Dong's pupils tightened, staring at the Nestlé iron can on the screen, and said in a warm voice: "Xiao Qian, take Nestlé over, brother, take a look."

"Seven Nests!"

"Okay, your seven nests."

On the screen.

This bottled Nestle has a blend of dark brown and light white on the outside, but you can vaguely see through the mouth of the bottle that it seems that it is not coffee, but emerald green lightening nutrient solution.
To be continued...