Of course Bailang knew what the Happy King was going to do. It was nothing more than dragging his enemy down with him when his chance of survival was gone - self-destruction. The innate master's spirit, energy and spirit combined to self-destruct, which was quite powerful. Bailang couldn't run away if he was so close. Even if his golden bell is intact, he probably won't be able to withstand such a self-destruction.
Fortunately, there is Yuyu, and Bailang also has confidence in himself - how can he say that he also has a master? Although he is a thief who joins the army, it is very likely that he has left something to save his life? It is better to think about the good in everything, so At least I feel better when I hang up.
Bailang pinned all his hopes on the big boss. Anyway, he stared at him. If the big boss showed up when the Happy King exploded, he would be in trouble. Otherwise, at least he should die neatly.
Sure enough, the jade fish suddenly flicked its tail. Bailang felt a strong force pushing him, and the arm locked in his body by the Happy King suddenly came out. While Bailang's blood was flowing violently, he saw the Happy King's exposed body. A look of despair - the next moment light burst out from his body, but so far away, when the light hit Bailang, he felt nothing. The next moment, Bailang disappeared.
As soon as he was out of harm's way, the internal force of Bailang's golden bell immediately worked rapidly to seal the wound, and there was no bleeding on his stomach. Bailang turned around and stood up, without even looking at where he was. The intestines... "Wait a minute, why is this intestine a little small and short?"
But now is not the time to think about this. Bailang stuffed the intestines back into the plate and put them in a plate. As the true energy traveled, the intestines returned to their original position, and the blood stopped and life emerged. After Bailang traveled through the space, the bag was untied naturally. . He found more external wound ointment from inside, so he quickly applied a layer of paste on the inside of his stomach and the outside of his body. The whole person looked like a mummy - just the cloth strips were tangled in a mess.
After finishing the processing, Bai Lang had time to look at his situation, "Shrunk again? Sooner or later, my hormones will be confused. If this continues, I may become a psychopath." He also complained, but the boss There should be some means, Bailang can only be played by others now.
He looked at where he was. He saw an empty house with all the furniture inside, but the household appliances looked a bit old. Bailang knew that he had gone to the modern world again, and life was more convenient than in the ancient world. " This world can actually maintain the existence of this kind of storage bag, it seems that there are special rules."
The zhenqi traveled through the meridians, and the strength of Bailang's zhenqi was reduced a lot. "There is still a conflict between the rules, and basically only the strength of the physical body is left." Bailang's zhenqi can only be used for healing, and for combat defense. It is simply impossible. He also knows this. It was like this before the interior and exterior scenes were released. It is absolutely suppressed by the rules of different worlds.
Bailang started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find something to eat. He found cheese, milk, bacon, eggs and other things in the refrigerator. He looked at it and said, "Britain? This year is a bit weird? 1990?" Then he directly found a pan and prepared to make it. Eat when cooked.
After eating and drinking, Bai Lang continued to search for his assigned identity. The result was that Bai Lang's "parents died" again and he was now dependent on his so-called "uncle" who had just passed away and was living in England with permanent resident status.
London. It seems that there are some complicated inheritance and real estate issues involved, so he hasn't been able to go back to the mainland yet.
But according to the urinary properties of this jade fish, the place where it appears must be the "center point" of the world, and most of the so-called evolution should be in this place. Therefore, the center point of the world should be in the UK. Bailang ABC said
After reading it for a while, I feel that my foreign language skills are really in shambles. If I continue like this, I may not be able to survive. Maybe there is a way to move to Chinatown?
But it's not advisable to move now, wait until the injury heals. Sadly, Bai Lang discovered that the Qi in his body is actually a non-recoverable resource. In this world, it is a non-recoverable resource. As his injuries recovered, the Qi continued to be consumed, and the reserves increased.
The lower it gets, the more it will eventually disappear. No matter how hard he punches, he will never be able to regenerate any real energy from his Dantian.
"Isn't this world unfriendly to things like inner energy?" Bai Lang felt that the vitality of heaven and earth was very rigid, but there was another weird feeling permeating the world. He could feel it, but it was difficult to pry it. This thing seemed to be too rigid.
It kept seeping into his body, but had no effect.
The terrible wound on Bai Lang's stomach was completely healed after seven days. He tore off the bandages and found that the skin was tender and white, with no scars left. "Hey? This is really good medicine for wounds. It seems that I will have to look for it in the future.
Let people identify them and buy more for later use.”
In seven days, he also ate all the things in the refrigerator. Within seven days, someone called, but Bailang didn't understand the foreign language in it, so he just dealt with it happily. After his injuries were completely healed,
, someone rang the doorbell. What Bailang saw through the peephole was a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a briefcase under his arm. He didn't look like a bad guy.
It doesn't matter if he is a bad guy, Bai Lang's physical strength has not declined much. Even if he has no energy now, he is still an extremely terrifying killing machine. Bai Lang opened the door, and the man suddenly smiled when he saw Bai Lang, and said a series of foreign words in his mouth
come out.
Bai Lang could only blink his eyes in a daze. When the man saw Bai Lang like this, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and began to speak in very blunt Chinese, "I am your uncle's lawyer, Anderson."
"Oh, this is Lawyer Anderson. Please come in, what can I do for you?" Bai Lang invited the lawyer in. "Your uncle's will, execution... trust fund." This man's Chinese was just like that.
, but he should be in the minority among London lawyers - as a non-Chinese lawyer, his Chinese is pretty good.
Bailang was quite curious. Why didn't his uncle, this damn uncle, find a Chinese lawyer practicing in London? There were not very few Chinese people in London. Of course, there were Chinese lawyers serving the Chinese people in London. His uncle didn't look for one but found a Chinese lawyer.
Did you find a British lawyer who can speak a few words in Chinese? Could it be that you don’t trust the professional ethics of Chinese lawyers?
In short, the Anderson lawyer gesticulated while explaining the will stiffly. Bai Lang's ghost uncle Bai Yuzhu - of course, the name almost made Bai Lang's eyebrows wander all over his face. In short, Bai Yuzhu left a trust fund for himself.
This nephew could pay for his living expenses of more than 10,000 pounds a year - an income that definitely allowed him to live a very good life in the 1990s.
Of course, there is no need to pay a loan for this apartment, and all taxes and fees will be handled by lawyers and accountants, and Anderson is the fund manager, and he will pay Bailang's living expenses regularly.
This chapter has been completed!