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612 Changes 2

"This feeling... is so wonderful..." He closed his eyes, as if his whole body was intoxicated in that unpredictable realm.

call!!

A whirlwind centered on him, blowing violently in all directions, causing the doctors and nurses in the large ambulance to stagger and unable to stand.

Almost at the same time.

Inside the ambulance transporting Dam.

A strong figure slowly and silently stood up and sat on the ambulance bed. He casually tore off the infusion needle and threw it away.

"This feeling... is so powerful as never before..." Dam's eyes flashed with indescribable emotion. His muscles were all tangled, but there was a hint of charm in his eyes. He raised his hand, but he didn't realize it.

Recalling the turning white jade posture in my memory.

"The third floor... Hahaha... This is the third floor! It's so amazing... Park the car!"

The doctors and nurses around him were so frightened that they trembled, as if they were weak creatures under the claws of a ferocious beast.

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Garen sensed the two breaths rising slowly in the distance, and a trace of surprise and surprise appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Interesting... so interesting..."

He had no idea that Hossiman and Dam would completely overcome their fear of death during this training and enter the third level of Huanzhuan White Jade, which is the level of transformation.

The Bi-Phase Water Bird Fist is just a secret skill transformed from an ordinary martial art, but with a little bit of his own soul seed aura and courage added to it.

What he didn't expect the most was that while entering the third level, Hosiman and Dam actually brought out his aura and soul seed breath hidden in their bodies, and formed themselves with this as the center.

Something similar to courage.

This kind of thing is lower than Qi, intangible and qualityless, like a pure spiritual force field, but it can easily cause changes in the air flow.

"Sure enough, everything can't always be according to one's own control." Gallon stood on the sloping grass outside the abandoned garden, looking at the direction of the two ambulances leaving from a distance. That was the breath of Hosiman and Dam.

The place of ascension.

He could feel the difference in their breaths.

Hossiman is like a ferocious lion, with a hint of madness hidden under the surface of calmness. He can tear disobedient opponents into pieces at any time. He has a hint of domineering.

Damu, on the other hand, is much more feminine. His breath is like a poisonous snake in the undercurrent of the water, and also like a silent sting. It can paralyze and poison the enemy without even realizing it.

What interests Garen the most is that the auras of the two people seem to have a natural attraction, blending and conflicting with each other. They are both opposite and compatible.

This was a brand new breath that the two of them realized spontaneously from the two breaths separated by Garen. This new thing obviously has the possibility of complete re-fusion.

"Two independent seeds of change, but they can merge with each other... I really look forward to it... When they merge into one, I wonder what kind of changes will happen?" Garen looked with a smile.

In the direction of the two breaths.

With his introduction and blessing, the two of them showed signs of reaching the level of fighters. This was no longer a progress he could predict.

"It's a pity that such a powerful force does not have enough foundation... What a pity..." Garen sighed. If the two of them had enough time and energy to persevere in practicing the orthodox line of Bi-Phase Water Bird Boxing, they might achieve great heights.

The situation is uncertain, but unfortunately, they don't have this opportunity. With Galleon's power as their foundation, they were destined to be extremely tragic from the beginning.

"Let me see if you can escape this fate..."

Garen took one last look in the direction of their breath, turned around and walked down the lawn.

The two primers have independently absorbed their vitality and developed into unique seeds with opposite attributes. But for some reason, the seeds of Hosiman and Dam seem to be strangely conflicting. They both feel that as long as they absorb them

With the opponent's seeds, you can truly break through to an unimaginable level.

This is natural seed attraction and intuition.

Maybe they don't know it, but Garen knows very well that as their skills deepen, this kind of attraction will continue to strengthen. Once the two of them can absorb each other's seeds, they will be able to reach a perfect level that is close to invincibility. Even if they add

Long didn't know what that level was like or how powerful it would be.

He is just a sower, and the seeds he plants will grow into different fruits under different sudden conditions, which he cannot predict. This is because this is his first experiment.

He just wants to see what heights these two heroes, the elites among the elites, can reach in the end and what fruits they will bring to him...

Now that the seeds have sprouted, there is no need for him to cultivate them anymore...

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South Africa

On a barren loess plain.

There are sparse yellowish withered grasses in tufts here and there, and a few zebras are walking slowly on the plains.

On the loess soil, at the edge of a tuft of grass, the evening sun shines down and falls on a man covered in filth.

He was lying on his back on the ground, one of his legs was stained with blood. Not far away there was the faint sound of wild dogs whining, like the cry of a child.

"Huh..." The man took a deep breath and let it out. He turned his face and glanced at another human body in the grass in the distance.

"Byrne, are you okay?" He licked his chapped lips, but his saliva was almost dry and he couldn't wet his lips at all.

"Not dead yet..." A feeble voice came from a distance. "I can't sleep anymore! I have to get up and leave here! I heard enough!"

"That's right." The man supported his body with both hands and glanced around. "Get up quickly! We have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

He saw the zebras starting to speed up and trot into the distance.

"My leg is broken." Byrne answered loudly. "Call for help! Cohen! Use your satellite phone!"

The man touched the backpack on his back and cursed shit in a low voice.

"The phone is gone. The backpack is gone too!"

"Damn Leiber!!" Byrne cursed.

The two people began to get closer to each other.

The man, Cohen, couldn't move his leg and could only walk over with a limp. The other man was even worse, with both legs and an arm unable to function.

"We have to find a way... Leiber must have sent people to search for us everywhere now! This is my business. There is no need for you to get involved." Cohen whispered. He sat down hard and helped the man.

Get up and sit up.

"I don't want to either, but there's nothing I can do about it since I've been involved. Let's think about how to solve the current trouble. The blood on our bodies will soon attract wild dogs, which are the most terrifying guys in Africa! They will

It seems to eat us alive while we are awake!”

Wild dog groups usually start to eat like crazy while their prey is still awake. Their prey often struggles for a long time, watching helplessly as their bodies are bitten and eaten. Not even the bones are left.

"I have already released the news about the lucky stone clock. The man in black must be in a hurry now. Leiber cannot swallow the whole lucky stone clock by himself." Cohen laughed twice.

"He won't let you go. You almost buried him alive in the ruins! There are also dozens of his assistants." Byrne curled his lips. The middle-aged man wearing a white cowboy hat was using one hand to

Apply medicine to your injured leg.

"Before I came out, I had already heard the news about Typhon in Europe and Rust in Asia. I also went to the intelligence bar nearby where mercenaries often go, hehe..."

"Uh-huh... you mean Nighthawk? It would be fun if they took action too, haha ​​cough cough...!!" Byrne laughed twice and suddenly couldn't help but cough.

"I really want to see what expression Leiber's little face will have, hahaha..." Cohen laughed loudly.

Woohoo~~~

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"I think we should find a way to get through this first..."

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"Garon Thomas, your package."

In the express store, a black courier handed a small, palm-sized box to Gallon.

Among a group of bustling students, Gallon finished the box. After checking it, the black man opposite immediately clicked and took a photo.

Then he turned around and walked out of the crowd.

He tore open the courier note on the outside. He tore open the box a few times and took out another black metal square box from inside.

Opening it with a snap, there was a white, somewhat scratched fragment lying quietly among the black foam inside.

The fragment looked to be old, triangular in shape, and only half the size of a palm.

Garen took it out, walked to a bench on the lawn next to it, and sat down. He lifted the fragments and observed them carefully.

"It looks like fragments of some kind of porcelain."

There was a folded square piece of paper underneath the box, which he took out and opened.

'Captain, it's a pity that we can only photograph such large fragments. There are many competing cultural relic groups. Please see if they agree with you first.'

It's the handwriting of a bald man.

Garen smiled and continued to pick up the fragments and observe them.

He knew that this was the lucky stone clock fragment that the bald man found.

Close your eyes carefully and feel it, there seems to be a vague and inexplicable aura in the fragments.

"It seems to have some effect?" He completely let go of his suppression and felt the full force of his release.

Phew...the shape of the fragments was clearly reflected in his senses. Instead of using sight, other perceptions were used to reconstruct the image of the fragments.

Crack!

Suddenly, a white thing like an electric spark flashed on the fragments. Galen's eyes lit up.

"Sure enough, there is! But it is probably because the fragments are too small and not contaminated with much potential aura at all... According to this level of speculation, although the real lucky stone clock is not large in quantity, it should indeed have potential value."

He took out his cell phone and quickly replied to the bald man with a text message.

The reply came soon.

"Copy that. Please wait for the good news." The bald head obviously understood what he meant. (To be continued...)


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