My master...is the person from Shengqi?

The sudden thought scared Wang Ruhu himself. He had seen many of Shengqi's people, including those under his former subordinates, the Tenth Saint Chio, and fragments of memory. Most of the figures were Western faces.

But if you say it is not, how could the so-called "Divine Blood" be so friendly with your own heart and blood? It surprised the attached demon stars.

‘Is it some coincidence?’

Of course, this idea was just a guess, and Wang Ruhu dared not make up, but if the master was really a member of the Shengqi Organization... After a moment, he suddenly laughed. Even if it was really, it would be nothing. Anyway, people had passed away for many years, so it was no longer so important.

In the room, the white spreading frost had melted away, the stiffness and numbness of the body were also fading away, the body temperature rose again, and the internal strength resumed. The water stains that were originally stained on the skin seemed to fall on the bottom of the hot pot, and the squirting sound of the steaming sound rose, and wisps of white air rose.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Wang Ruhu adjusted his internal breath, slowly closed his eyes, immersed in the practice of immortal internal energy, and tidied it over and over again to nourish the meridians, acupoints and muscles that had just been damaged by the cold air. The powerful healing ability of immortal internal energy was also moving at this time, and the qi and blood that gradually became active in the body rushed to the limbs and bones, and the feeling of weakness and listlessness dissipated one by one.

With the ability of the demon star to attach, in his closed eyes, he seemed to see his own strength, and his physique rose a little further.

A heat flow extended from the heart, spreading throughout the body with a tingling feeling, like an electrotherapy stimulating it, the muscles twitched and beat uncontrollably, and Wang Ruhu was afraid to move for a moment. He could only guess that the divine blood mixed with his own heart and blood should be at work.

After a moment, this feeling gradually disappeared completely in his perception as if it was exhausted. When asked about the demon star, the latter could not sense the existence of divine blood. It should have been mixed with his heart and blood and strengthened his physique and disappeared completely.

"Tiger?!"

At this moment, suddenly the sound of opening the door sounded behind him. Jaden shouted, then turned around, "Sheit, what have you done to my office? Why are there water everywhere?"

The tall figure facing the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly opened his eyes, and his majestic eyes seemed to have a ball of light flashed through his eyes, reflected on the glass window, which was particularly conspicuous.

Wang Ruhu clenched his fists tightly, stretched his arms, and in the crackling sound of bones, he took a breath, and then squirted out gently with a "huh!"

Wow~~

The curtains were rolled up, and the papers on the desk were opened one by one. The wind blew in the whole office, and the rolling air rushed on the face. Jaden covered his face with one hand and pressed the button of the wheelchair with the other hand, rubbed his cheeks hard, making his voice even louder.

"Hey...stop, Shet, it's too cold, do you want to frostbite me?"

On the other side, Wang Ruhu, who opened his eyes, ignored him, breathing, stretching his arms, spine, chest, and shoulders were also shaking at the same time. The bones and joints of the body were ringing, and the office seats behind him were also dragging the squeaking sounds out of thin air, half a meter away. The information pages piled on it and the company documents were flying and dancing like butterflies.

‘It seems that this divine blood can improve my immortal internal strength...’

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Wang Ruhu had a desire to fight those saints again. If he could get their divine blood again, perhaps he could truly practice this method to perfection.

‘I haven’t expected it before. After all, something like immortality is a bit out of reach, but now it may be possible to achieve it. I am looking forward to it more and more...’

After all, this is a state that the master once said that no one has reached in the sect.

"Jarden, the publicity you have done is best to spread to the whole of Europe. I am looking forward to stronger opponents."

He hung his scarlet arm and carried the young man behind him to the wheelchair looking at the stretched outline of the city, his figure was as steady and majestic as a mountain.

.........

Looking into the sky, white clouds floated by the sun, and the flight passed by fell to Chicago Airport with a roar. Jews named Harold were unpopular and were driven away by protesters on the street. They took a taxi to Chinatown in a panic. The chubby old man sat at the door, holding the slippers hanging on his toes with his lame legs shaking, and humming Cantonese opera silently from the radio.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and awkward Chinese, Uncle Long opened his eyelids and saw Harold, laughed and hugged: "Haha, fellow Taoist Ming, why are you here?"

As he said that, he looked around and Harold turned his face back, "I'm looking for him too to see if I've been to you."

soon.

Harold walked out of the archway of "The World is the Public" in disappointment and went to the O block, where he saw the stadium leader knocking down Tori one by one, who was sturdy black young men to the ground.

The slender body became strong, and the dark muscles rolled with dense beads of sweat. They were exposed to the sun, and a layer of black luster appeared. A fist wrapped in a circle of cloth knocked the person away and smashed it hard on the basketball stand. Then the black man Tori came over and reached out to clench Harold.

Hearing that he was looking for Wang Ruhu, he shook his head.

"After leaving, he never came back...but he would definitely appear in a place." Tori hooked his finger and pulled the Jews to look at an advertisement that was playing in the window of a store not far away - the World Fighting Competition.

The wind blew across the court, and the tired Mexican man returned to the neighborhood, rented an apartment again, locked himself in the room, and the sofa was filled with beer. He watched the advertisements played on TV and poured bottle after bottle, and occasionally remembered the time he had been wandering with him, and he couldn't help but feel a little yearning again.

His eyes turned outside the window, and the birds streaked across the roof of the building in the distance. The fanned air flow went farther across the ocean, turning into a strong wind, hanging down the rain line and hitting the car window, and then being swept away by a wiper.

Ken, who was bandaged, lay in the back row with his legs raised, closed his eyes and said whether to go to the United States or stay to investigate the truth. Then, Zon, who was driven, slapped him back and opened his feet, "Go back? That's asking for death."

After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car, took an umbrella and walked to another car. Inside was the owner of the flower shop and her son. But the one who drove was Pova.

Now, they have decided to leave Eastern Europe, leave the organization, and bring them with them who are still willing to follow their men and prepare to go to the United States and continue to work as a mercenary there.

In the rainy rain line, the car door opened again, Zon, covered in water vapor, sat back and handed a magazine to the back row. The cover was the cover of the fighting competition advertisement.

Zon looked at Ken in the reflector and his voice was calm and gentle.

"We go to Los Angeles, get a start-up capital first, and then wait for the captain to return!"
Chapter completed!