Malone returned home and immediately turned on the TV. Almost all local channels were discussing the murder and the mysterious man that happened on Big Ben at six o'clock this morning.
On the TV screen, a reporter was randomly interviewing passing citizens and witnesses of the first scene at six o'clock.
A middle-aged man, with a camera hanging around his neck, was the first to be interviewed: "This morning, I wanted to take a few pictures of the sunrise in the square, with Big Ben as the background, but unexpectedly, I managed to capture it.
Let’s get to that mysterious man. Almost all the photos used in the news today were taken by me at that time. It’s amazing!” the middle-aged man said proudly.
An aunt said happily during an interview: "I do morning exercises near here at six o'clock every morning. I usually count six times silently to the bell in my mind, but today I found that the bell actually rang nine times. I still
I thought I was in a trance and didn't realize I had woken up late. When I looked up at Big Ben, it was actually nine forty-five. What was even scarier was that there was a person standing on it! At that time, I thought someone was going to commit suicide on it.
But later I realized something was wrong, because there were four people hanging at the four corners of the clock tower! I almost fainted from fright and quickly called the police!"
An indignant uncle said to the camera in a local dialect: "That turtle grandson dared to raise his middle finger to the sky and rebelled against him. It was so lawless! I was so angry that I was shaking all over, you know! I was thinking at that time
, if God opens his eyes, he will strike this grandson to death with lightning! If I were ten years younger, I tell you, I would have picked up the stone and knocked that kid down! Don’t believe it, I was very energetic when I was young.
Oh! Hey... Comrade reporter, I haven’t finished speaking yet!”
Ma Long changed several channels in succession, and without exception, they all showed the scene of him standing on the bell tower this morning. When he re-watched his every move at that time on the TV screen, he looked a little silly, especially when he raised his right hand high and pointed at
Tian Tian gave the middle finger, and even I feel embarrassed when I saw it. But fortunately, my goal was successfully achieved, and TV stations across the city were discussing and broadcasting this matter. In comparison, there must be people in the mysterious "Tian" organization who are watching the news.
Bar.
"You should understand the declaration of war you issued. I am waiting for you to hunt me down!"
Pointing both the minute and hour hands to "nine" and letting the bell ring nine times is to declare war on the "nine heavens", the top leadership of the "heaven" organization!
The reason why I chose six o'clock is because there are not many pedestrians on the road at this time, but there must be enthusiastic citizens who capture the scene of themselves standing on the bell tower, and it is convenient for them to escape smoothly after completing all these actions.
He didn't show his true face, not because he was afraid, but because he was worried that the police would cause trouble for him. The people in the "Tian" organization must be able to understand the message he wanted to convey, because after all, all six people in the operation last night were killed.
After finishing all this successfully, Ma Long leaned on the sofa, feeling an indescribable emptiness in his heart. Perhaps the room was too quiet, and he could no longer hear the familiar and charming voice calling him "husband".
A pair of pink slippers are neatly placed at the door, perhaps never waiting for its owner.
Ma Long stood up and came to Shen Bingbing's room. Everything in the room was the same as before. The quilts were neatly stacked, the table was clean, and even the wooden floor was spotless. Everything seemed in order.
There was a parcel bag on the desk. Ma Long opened it and saw a gift box inside. After taking it out, the slender note on the box read: A gift for my husband (^_^)
Ma Long endured the severe pain in his heart and tore open the outer package. Inside was a long-sleeved shirt. He suddenly remembered that Shen Bingbing asked him what month his birthday was a few days ago. At that time, Ma Long casually said it was the end of the month. In fact, he didn't even know what month it was.
He doesn't even know his birthday, and he has never celebrated a birthday since he was raised in an orphanage. This gift is the first birthday gift he has received in his life. It may also be the last one.
Ma Long hugged the shirt tightly in his arms, unable to control his emotions. He suddenly realized that Shen Bingbing could not live without Shen Bingbing in his life. But she had been shot twice for him and was lying in bed suffering. She might die at any time, and
There is nothing I can do here...
"I'm in so much pain...what should I do...how can I save you..."
Ma Long sat beside Shen Bingbing's bed and felt sad for a while, then suddenly raised his head and stood up again.
"No! I can't go up there so depressed! Bingbing is not dead yet. Even if she is dead, there may not be a way to save her!"
Since practicing the "True Secret of Hunyuan" and getting to know Yaoyao in Xiaoyue Lake, Ma Long's understanding of the world has undergone tremendous changes. He knows that there are not only humans, but also demons, and various immortals or gods in this world.
The reason for the emergence is that different species are in different boundaries.
Then, there must be ghosts in this world! There must also be an underworld!
As long as these two kinds of existence exist, Ma Long feels that Shen Bingbing may not be able to leave him. Even if Shen Bingbing turns into a ghost, Ma Long will find a way to bring her back from the underworld!
But now I don't have this ability, and breaking into the underworld is against heaven's rules. But today I have offended the so-called "Nine Heavens", and I don't care about one more crime. At worst, it is better to be reincarnated with Shen Bingbing than to be alone.
alive.
"I have decided that I must cultivate to the point where I can enter other enchantments as soon as possible, and I must bring Bingbing back!"
Ma Long came out of Shen Bingbing's room, returned to his own room, closed the door heavily, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"From today on, we will speed up our cultivation day and night! Don't care about anything. Until we get the golden elixir, we can go to Yaoyao to ask for advice on the next step of cultivation!"
All the eight strands of immortal energy in the body surged out, automatically traveling through each bloodline according to their own paths, running in an orderly manner.
As soon as he started practicing, Ma Long seemed to have found spiritual support again. His depression disappeared and was replaced by high morale, turning grief and anger into strength!
Ma Long has already made plans to retreat for a year. The rent has been paid for a year. No one will disturb him during this period. The eighth ability "big grain technique" should help him survive for a year. As for the doorman,
How can you protect the safety of tens of thousands of students in a school if you can't even protect your loved ones around you?
Only by making yourself stronger can you be qualified to protect more people!
White smoke is slowly rising from the top of the head, and the hairs all over the body have spread out, mixing with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Without any distractions, the eight strands of immortal energy in the body are running faster and faster.
One day and one night passed.
Ma Long was as motionless as an old monk in meditation. There was no feeling of hunger in his body. It seemed that the ability of "big grain" was working.
Another day and night...
Driven by this crazy cultivation effect, Ma Long already felt that he had faintly entered the realm of "concentration".
There's still a little bit to go before we can successfully break through...
It has to be said that people's potential is forced out. In a state of extreme grief, anger and madness, Ma Long practiced crazily and stimulated all the potential of his pure Yang body. Ma Long's whole heart was like a bright mirror.
Another half day passed... When the sun was high, Ma Long's body trembled, eight strands of immortal energy surged in his body, and blood surged in his three Dantians. If there was anyone next to Ma Long at this time, they would definitely be shocked by the light emanating from his body.
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A stream of fairy energy slowly rose from the Dantian in my mind, as if a small sun circled around my mind for a moment. This stream of fairy energy was larger and brighter than the other eight streams of fairy energy. When it circled my mind, it descended to near the atrium.
The eight strands of immortal energy revolve around this centrally formed strand of immortal energy, just like the earth revolving around the sun.
When these nine strands of immortal energy interacted with each other and complemented each other, they all returned to their respective places, and their bodies returned to calmness.
Ma Long let out a long breath and felt the changes in his body. He had entered the first level of god refining.
Immediately afterwards, another line of text flashed in my mind as promised - the rejuvenation technique of the seventy-two techniques of Disha, awakening!
