Two figures, one in front and one behind, quickly rushed into a dark alley. The only sound in the narrow space was the sound of running at high speeds.
A man dodged around the corner and Kaxiu chased after him. A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, with a touch of red on the edge.
"Boom!"
The burly man was kicked out and the fabric of his clothes rubbed against the rough ground, making a splashing sound.
He stood up with a distorted face and pain. He first glanced at the dagger in the distance, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the darkness of the street.
At the corner of the street wall, Ka Xiu did not choose to continue chasing. He glanced at his right arm. The clothes on his forearm had been cut open, and a blood line as long as his palm appeared on the skin.
The blood drops that seeped out gradually dyed the fabric next to it red.
The skin injury did not penetrate deep into the flesh. But...
Card Xiu quickly took a few steps forward and picked up the silver-white dagger on the ground. The slightly curved blade looked very thin, and the edge was polished extremely smooth. However, it was not poisonous.
Huh... He took a long breath, and his heart, which was beating vigorously, calmed down, and his breathing gradually became normal.
Ka Xiu's current physical level is absolutely impossible to be immune to poisons that can cause death. It is estimated that one must have practiced the secret martial arts of Feng Xiang to an extremely advanced level to be able to suppress immunity to some poisons.
After all, when toxins invade the human body, it is difficult for any living organism to remain unaffected, and negative symptoms are almost inevitable.
However, you can think about it from another angle. If you are not immune to the poison on the weapon, then you should not be immune. As long as the muscles and skin are trained to be as hard as iron, the edge of the weapon cannot break through the defense. The final effect is actually
the same.
There are three different levels of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique in the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts, namely, spikes, insect bites, and burning wind. Every time a practitioner reaches a level, his physical fitness will leap upward. And the current Ka Xiu is at the top of the first level.
Thorn didn't even reach 30%.
Even so, his physical fitness and strength have been greatly improved. When the two sides were fighting just now, the assassin, who was half a head taller than Ka Xiu, was slightly at a disadvantage. His physical advantage had been eliminated by Ka Xiu's Elephant Soul Secret Technique.
All the training was smoothed out, and he even had to be distanced by Ka Xiu in the opposite direction.
The strength of Kaxiu's muscle lines should be much higher than that of a burly man. If the Elephant Soul Secret Technique is practiced to the first level of spikes, or even the second level of insect bites, then it will not be a problem to carry a dagger for body defense, maybe
A less powerful pistol would also be...
Gently patting the dust on his hands, Kaxiu stopped his reverie. He pressed his hand on the wound and walked quickly away.
"Next time, be sure to bring a dagger with you..."
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The next day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps lined with gold, and the roofs of the gray-white buildings and the leaves of the low trees began to sparkle.
Shirakawa City, No. 25 Citi Street, Jessica Apartment.
A room on the fourth floor facing the sun.
The light blue embroidered curtains blocked most of the sunlight, and only a ray of light slanted in through the gap. On the white floor tiles, a long rectangular golden strip split the room. The brown sheets were also ironed and warmed by the gradual heating of the sunlight.
There was an angular face on the bed with his eyes closed tightly. He was not very handsome, but there was an inexplicable air of perseverance between his eyebrows.
Suddenly a series of crisp bird calls came from outside the window.
"Huh?" Ka Xiu opened his eyes, his expression a little confused.
He just had a dream, dreaming that he became the original Levi. On that rainy night, Finn and his two gangsters tore Li Chu's clothes. But he huddled in the corner like a coward, accompanied by Lei
The roar shook the body.
"Bad luck!" Ka Xiu cursed secretly and got up.
He is not the original Levi. He coaxed him to do all the things that Levi did not dare to do. Ka Xiu did them all in the retrospective era.
Beat someone up! Save my sister, then beat someone up again!
If it weren't for the conditions, Ka Xiu would have wanted to kill someone.
He has always believed that people are not born in this world to be submissive. Blind concessions will only push oneself to the edge of the cliff. In the youth training camp incident, Cardiff lived the way Levi wanted to live, and he did
What Levi wants to do most.
And these are not only what Li Wei wants to do, but also what Card Xiu wants to do. Even though the retrospective era may be just an illusion, a past history that cannot be affected, Card Xiu still came up with such a breath, for Li Wei, for Li Chu, and for himself.
.
Of course, the premise of all this is that the fist is strong enough. Yesterday I earned 70,000 federal coins, which I just used to buy medicinal materials this morning.
He stood up and walked to the window, opening the curtains. The bright sunlight suddenly spread, sweeping away the shadows in the white room.
Open the window and take a breath of fresh air. The sunlight falls on the sparse green vegetation below, revealing an emerald green luster.
Next to Jessica's apartment is a camphor road, with two rows of tall trees that are green and strong, rustling in the wind.
In the parking space at the edge, five or six black cars with goldfish mouths were parked. On the roofs of the cars were fallen branches and leaves accumulated overnight.
"Happy Holy Bath Day!" "Happy Holidays!" "..."
Downstairs, on the street, a long procession was walking slowly towards this side. The leading people were wearing custom-style decorative clothes. The women wearing black gauze headscarves were all young and beautiful, carrying a flower basket in one hand and a flower basket in the other.
Hand scatter flower petals.
Among the people following behind, there were some holding religious symbols such as crosses, some holding flowers with white ribbons, and some playing musical instruments. There were about a hundred people in total.
Residents on both sides also lined the streets to welcome him, and even deliberately stood where the flower petals were being thrown, letting the white petals fall on their heads.
This is the Feast of the Holy Baths, a national festival of the Red Lebanese Federation. It was originally a religious festival, but later became more common.
Here women scatter white petals on people's heads, which is actually to imitate the process of bathing people's whole bodies with holy water, taking away sins and filth. In short, it carries a good meaning.
Adults like it very much, and children also like it very much.
Because the school will have a day off for Holy Bath Day.
Also, no homework can be assigned on this day.
In Jessica's apartment, Ka Xiu briefly washed himself in the bathroom. Then he got dressed and walked down the stairs.
A fat old woman wearing floral clothes walked towards her, with gray hair, reading glasses, and a cane.
"Hello, Mrs. Jessica."
Ka Xiu waved, this is the landlady of the apartment.
"Ah...ok...Mr. Dimitrios."
Mrs. Jessica was stunned for a moment before replying. She turned to look at Cardiff's back, as if she was frowning and thinking about something.
Everyone in the apartment knew that Mrs. Jessica had amnesia...
So Ka Xiu didn't care what name she answered.
ps. I feel a lot better after seeing many book friends responding. I will continue to work hard to update, and I hope everyone will click to read the latest chapter. It is really important to read now.
You can probably tell that the pace of this book may be a bit slow. For example, this chapter barely talks about anything.
In fact, I want to make this world as full and real as possible, and expand things outside the main line. This way of writing is actually quite thankless. Writing a chapter takes 1.5 times as long as usual, and it still takes 1.5 times to finish.
I will be scolded (laughs)
But I still want to try it, just think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Maybe my level is not good enough and my writing skills are not good enough. But I still want to try my best to rely on Mysterious Journey. I love this book so much that I can’t get rid of it.