Nangong Chu fiercely raised his hands, looking at the palms that were as white and delicate as mutton-fat white jade, Nangong Chu screamed: "I'm dizzy! Are these my hands?"
Nangong Chu remembered that after his right hand was completely disabled by Ouyang Wang's muscle-splitting and bone-splitting technique, the body on his arm slowly shrank and became rough, black and yellow, like a monkey's paw.
The muscles and bones of the current right arm have been reborn, and the skin is crystal clear and delicate. It seems as if it has grown again. If you hold it hard, the muscles on the arm swell, and it seems that you can feel the flow of blood in the arm, a force that can control the world.
Confidence welled up in Nangong Chu's heart again
"Ah!" He raised his arms and shouted. The decadent and gloomy atmosphere that had filled Nangong Chu's heart recently disappeared in an instant. His new arms and new meridians, is there anything that makes Nangong Chu more happy than this?
The miraculous medical skills of the Kirigakure Hospital, and the instruments that are so advanced that they only appear in science fiction movies, can actually reshape people's muscles, bones, flesh, and bones. It's really amazing.
Feeling the feeling of connected blood on his arm, the energetic muscles, bones and flesh, Nangong Chu was overjoyed, but also felt incredible about Old Man Ye's methods.
The meridians are cut off, this is a recognized terminal disease in the world of ancient martial arts.
Suppressing his inner excitement, Nangong Chu opened the straw curtain hanging on the door and strode out.
As soon as he went out, Nangong Chu was stunned.
In front of you is an endless expanse of green, almost azure green grass that stretches from your feet to the end of the sky.
There is no cloud in the blue sky, and the bright sun hangs high in the sky. The endless light and heat shine down, inlaying the boundless prairie with a dazzling golden edge.
Big bushes of wild flowers grow in the grass, and the boundless grassland seems to have colorful iridescence everywhere. The iridescence on the ground
Groups of cattle and horses are walking happily on the grassland. Large swarms of bees are rising and falling in the distance. You can hear the braying of cattle and horses and the fluttering of bees' wings.
In the distance, a goshawk suddenly fell from the sky, waving its claws and pounced hard on a low-flying swallow.
A life-and-death chase was staged in front of Nangong Chu. The one flying in front was a weak swallow, but the one chasing behind was a goshawk. Two black shadows were flying up and down on the vast grassland, turning and moving.
Natural selection, the weak eat the strong, the goshawk beats the swallow, it is a foregone conclusion that the swallow becomes the goshawk's food. This is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth. The weak are destined to become the stepping stones of the strong.
The swallow seems to have exhausted its flight, and the swing of its wings has gradually slowed down. The goshawk's majestic wings are flapping in the wind, and it is catching up with him. The swallow can no longer escape from the goshawk's claws.
Nangong Chu suddenly let out a loud roar, twisted his body, and shot out towards the eagle like an arrow, without even touching the ground, covering a distance of twenty or thirty feet in an instant.
The goshawk spread its wings, and Nangong Chu flew into the air. He only heard the cry of the swallow, and it fell into the talons of the goshawk. When the goshawk succeeded, it waited until it soared into the sky to enjoy the prey it had obtained.
Nangong Chu shouted angrily: "Hateful Eagle, if you can escape from me, you have the guts!"
In the midst of the shout, he jumped up again, like a strong wind or a sharp arrow, and instantly appeared under the goshawk. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a pair of sharp claws under the goshawk's belly.
The weak swallow fell out of the eagle's talons. The goshawk was frightened, flapped its wings, turned its head, and the extremely sharp barb of the eagle's beak nailed Nangong Chu's arm like lightning.
Nangong Chu's right hand shook. The goshawk actually broke away from his right hand, flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Nangong Chu was stunned for a moment, and landed lightly on the grass. There was a stinging pain on the back of his hand, and a line of bright red blood flowed from the back of his hand.
come down
The weak swallow that fell at your feet was motionless and already dead.
"Is this goshawk a male? Is it really true? It actually escaped. I couldn't use my right hand just now. What happened?"
Looking blankly at the wound on the back of his hand, Nangong Chu was shocked to find that the wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...
The streets of Paris at midnight have long lost the prosperity of the metropolis. The reinforced concrete buildings reflect the cold starlight and moonlight in the sky and the dim street lights beside the road. The feeling of silence is often a kind of coldness from the heart.
The figure in black leather is walking on the ancient road in the neighborhood
Paris is a city of romance in people's eyes. Romance is just the surface of this city. Not many people know about the dark world hidden under the prosperous dark side of this international metropolis.
The man in the black leather coat had walked a long way, but no taxi passed by. The slightly weathered figure was still walking leisurely in the middle of the night. Wanting to walk in such an ancient neighborhood
Finding transportation seems to be really not an easy task
"I didn't arrive at the agreed time, and old Jason is going to be angry again!" Thinking of old Jason's face that was comparable to that of a dead man crawling out of the grave, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel excited in this silent night.
Although the bloodline is not pure, the Chinese tradition derived from his father's lineage still allowed Li Yuan, who was born and raised in France, to receive the same traditional education as in China. Speaking of which, as a believer, how many things in him are not influenced by Western culture?
I'm afraid he himself doesn't know the impact. Apart from his name and fluent Chinese, maybe he is no different from the vast majority of French people.
"If I had known this poor place was so backward, I would have driven here. I will learn a lesson next time!" He muttered complaining about his carelessness, tightened his tight leather jacket, and stopped at the intersection.
When he came down, the cool night wind blew into his leather jacket, bringing a coolness like water, which shocked his spirit and made his mind sober.
He was chasing a werewolf, but he didn't expect that when he found the werewolf's temporary den, the building was empty and his journey was in vain.
A month ago, a conflagration of underground dark forces swept through the entire Paris area and suddenly broke out without any warning.
Unlike gang fights, Li Yuan felt chills all over when he thought of hundreds of inhuman creatures with vitality a hundred times more powerful than the immortal Xiaoqiang fighting fiercely.
"What are you going to do?" There was a hint of panic in the crisp voice, and there seemed to be a hint of anger in the woman's voice. In the quiet night, along with the breeze, it came faintly from an alley around the corner.
When Li Yuan heard this voice, he knew what happened there, but everything he did had a price. This was the code of conduct he had always believed in since he became a demon hunter. Otherwise, he would not be here.
The ever-changing and dangerous Western supernatural world is still alive today
Where there is sunshine, there is darkness, and Paris is no exception. In the silent night, in the dark alleys, bad events such as robbery, drug abuse, drug trafficking, and even murder will occur from time to time. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.
In normal times, even if such a thing happened in front of Li Yuan, he would not lift a finger. But it was different tonight. On a night without taxis, he was bored and wanted to find something to do, and he didn't mind putting on a show.
A good show of "hero saving beauty", although he is not even close to the title of "hero"
"I hope that woman is a beauty! If I save her, she might be grateful to me for stepping forward and make a promise or something. That would be great." Li Yuan couldn't help but speed up his pace a little as he thought about it.