As expected, Zeng Baolin was bound hand and foot by Shui Qingli and lay on the bed, fast asleep. [Tian Ze sat on the sofa in the room with nothing to do. He sorted out his thoughts, and then activated the miniature that Qi Diao Wanrong had given him.
Communicator and try to contact her again.
Still no result.
There was silence in the villa, but Tian Ze could clearly hear the sound of water rushing from the next room. It was the sound of Shui Qingli taking a bath. He began to think again, "Should I steal it? Anyway,
There is nothing to do. Sitting like this is really boring."
He didn't do it in the end, but this was not a discovery of his conscience, nor was it that the prodigal son turned around and changed his lustful habits, but
He was in such a bad mood at the moment. He was not in the mood to take advantage of such a great opportunity to peep at Team Rose's chief female sniper.
"Okay, now I assume that Qidiao Wanrong is dead and Katyusha is also dead. What should I do? If a killer is sent by the super intelligent brain in the future, can I deal with it? Can I protect the relatives around me?
Also, will the revolutionary army send new bodyguards in the future?" Tian Ze had new thoughts.
Questions entangled him one after another, bothering him. He thought hard but couldn't find the answer.
Ten minutes later, the sound of water next door stopped, and then there was the sound of opening the door and footsteps. A wry smile appeared on the corner of Tian Ze's mouth. He knew that Shui Qingli had finished taking a bath. His ears automatically locked on the sound that Shui Qingli said was made.
Various sounds, those sounds are very subtle, with those sounds
A picture was drawn in his mind. Shui Qingli was wiping the water stains on her body with a bath towel, first her hair, then her breasts, and finally her buttocks and thighs. She picked up a bra from the bed and put it on.
She picked up her panties from the bed and put them on... everything was so clear and realistic.
"What am I doing? Why have I become so boring?" Tian Ze shook his head. Soon, he found a way to calm himself down. That was to practice the three-foot strength given to him by Su Dingshan.
.There is nothing to do anyway, so instead of eavesdropping on Shui Qingli getting dressed, I might as well do something else.
Eyes observing the nose, nose observing the heart, keeping a clear mind, Tianze quickly entered the state, inhaling and exhaling, and then letting the breath flow through the body.
Normally, he would never have had the patience to practice San Chi Jin. The boredom at this moment was not the reason for his sudden diligence. The real reason was that if Qidiao Wanrong and Katyusha were dead, he would
He needs to face the killer from the future alone. Before it appears in front of him, he must make himself stronger!
In the New York Stock Exchange, he used Sanchijing in actual combat for the first time. Combined with his own strength, it was astonishingly powerful. On the way back from the New York Stock Exchange, he had some opinions of his own. His ability
Tianren No. 1 from the future is the power of evolution and belongs to the category of science. However, Su Dingshan’s ancestral Sanchi Jin is an ancient Chinese
Neijiajin is the national quintessence of the Chinese nation that has been passed down for five thousand years. On the surface, the evolutionary ability brought by Tianren No. 1 is faster and stronger, but the national quintessence of Sanchijin also has its own mysteries, each of which
There are strengths, but it is difficult to distinguish who is better and who is more powerful. Take Long Wu as an example. He is not sure he can beat Long Wu now, and what Long Wu has is Chinese Kung Fu!
Being ancient does not mean being backward. If the power of evolution and internal strength are combined, will it be a perfect fusion? Will he become stronger because of this?
Tian Ze wanted to know the answer, so he practiced very seriously and was meticulous.
Slowly, Tian Ze, who repeated the breathing and breathing movements, felt a trace of heat flow in the meridians of his body. The strange heat flow was like a drop of hot spring flowing through his meridians. Wherever it flowed, he felt comfortable and very comfortable.
It's comfortable.
After some time, he felt that hot spring-like heat flow appeared in some acupuncture points on his body. The heat flow in these acupuncture points did not flow, but remained in the acupuncture points. They made him feel energetic and full of energy.
Full of an indescribable sense of power. This feeling became stronger and stronger, and he even wanted to roar a few times to vent the power accumulated in his body, or simply break something to vent.
This is the energy obtained from practicing internal strength. Martial arts novels describe it as "internal strength", but it is just a kind of energy. This energy is not the wind energy produced by nature, nor the light energy and heat energy produced by the sun.
It is the energy produced by the body itself.
It was comfortable at first, but as the strange energy in the body accumulated more and more, the practice became painful.
There are 830 acupuncture points in the human body. Now less than one-tenth of the acupuncture points have accumulated internal energy and it is already so uncomfortable. If all the acupuncture points have accumulated this kind of energy, why not self-destruct?
"Huh!" Tazawa suddenly opened his eyes and punched the ground.
Boom! A marble floor tile shattered. Because of the adhesion of concrete, it did not shoot out in all directions, but the cracks extended in all directions, affecting several surrounding floor tiles.
The power of this punch was at least a thousand kilograms of impact force, but what was even more terrifying was that Tazawa's fist was punched in the air, and his fist was at least two feet away from the floor tiles!
Tazawa stared blankly at his fists, touching the broken marble floor tiles. He opened his mouth wide, but could not say a word.
At this moment, if Su Dingshan were standing next to him, his mouth would definitely be wider than that of Tian Ze. Because he had practiced for decades before he could reach the realm of two feet from three feet, while Tian Ze had just practiced
In just a few days, he had reached a level that he had practiced for decades!
However, Tian Ze is not a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary bones, and the two meridians of Ren and Du are naturally connected. The reason why he can do this is very simple, that is, his body has been perfected and improved by Tianren No. 1.
.His thoughts can attack the enemy from a distance, and naturally can draw the energy to flow to the right place and
Accumulation. As for Su Dingshan and Yu Jingran, even if they want to transport the energy gained from practice to designated meridians or acupuncture points, it will take a lot of effort, and the failure rate is as high as 80%. Therefore, whether it is Su Dingshan
Practice, or Yu Jingran's practice, how can they compare with Tian Ze?
"Is this... considered fusion?" Tian Ze asked himself. Although he was not sure, the facts were already in front of him. His idea was completely correct, and he did it. He combined the power of evolution and cultivation.
The power of practicing Sanchijin is merged together.
At this time, Shui Qingli suddenly appeared at the door. She was surprised with Fatty Tian sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking at the broken marble floor tiles under the sofa. She was stunned for a long time before she said a word, "
Brother Tian, what…what’s going on?”
Tazawa knew that she was attracted by the loud noise just now. He got down from the sofa and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just practicing."
"Practice?" Shui Qingli blinked her big eyes, what kind of kung fu is this? Such a big scene?
"Yes, practice Kung Fu." Tian Ze said: "You all know that I am now Minister Su's disciple, and what I practice is what he taught me. As for what Kung Fu is, don't ask, I can't tell you.
"
He was telling the truth, but Shui Qingli said disdainfully: "Why are you pretending to be mysterious? You must have broken the floor tiles with a hammer, right? Where did you hide the hammer?"
Tazawa, "..."
I hid the hammer in my crotch, do you want it too? Thirty-eight!
"Forget it, I'm not interested in your ability to break the floor tiles with a hammer. Two hours have passed. I'm going to change your shift. You should also take a shower. You are covered in sweat and stink."
Shui Qingli frowned and said.
Only then did Tazawa realize that he was really sweating profusely and his clothes were half wet. Needless to say, he could already smell the smell of sweat emanating from his body. He smiled sheepishly and left.
Room.
"Hey, you are not allowed to use the bathroom I used before!" Shui Qingli shouted.
Tazawa didn't even look back, "Is this your home? If not, do you care which bathroom I use? Did you do something ulterior in that bathroom? Like shaving your feet or something?"
"
"Go to hell"
"Hahaha……"
Tazawa actually chose the bathroom that Shui Qingli had just used. He took off his sweat-soaked clothes and walked into the bathroom naked. He did not rush to open the shower head, but squatted on the ground and carefully
Searching for something. Soon, he picked up several curvy black hairs from the floor tiles. He grinned, "Haha, they are indeed shaved! No wonder I'm not allowed to use this bathroom. This is a treasure,
I just collected it."
Where do curly hair grow on a woman's body? The answer is not very complicated, but it is very complicated if a fat man collects such hair.
The sound of rushing water came, and the fat man was washing happily.
Next door, Shui Qingli's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed. She heard the sound of the fat man singing. That guy was restless even in the shower, and he actually sang!
"Damn guy...will he find out that I shaved my hair? Will I tell him that I have mysophobia? Delusion!" She said to herself, but she didn't actually know what she was talking about.
A beam of light suddenly shone in from outside the window.
Shui Qingli subconsciously walked over. Her first instinct was that the wind blew open the curtains and the sunlight from outside shone in. But this was a wrong judgment. Just when she moved towards the window, there was a soft sound.
Then, her neck suddenly hurt, as if she had been bitten by an insect.
She reached out to grab it, but a wave of fatigue suddenly hit her body. She couldn't complete such a simple action. She opened her mouth wide and wanted to call for help, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton.
She couldn't make any sound. After blinking, her neck tilted and she collapsed on the sofa.
That's an anesthetic needle.
Just after Shui Qingli collapsed on the sofa, a figure suddenly climbed in from the window.