A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Knowing that Han was injured on his feet, Zhang Tie personally took the food to his house and prepared to accompany him to dinner.

Han Li looked at him clumsily in his room, moved the chair for a while, torched the table for a while, busy for half a day, finally got everything ready for dinner, it was kind of funny in his heart, but more is a little touching.

Once they had made their decision at the table, they chatted inside the door and started stuffing food into their mouths, and from time to time they exchanged with each other to learn from the exercise.

Zhang Tie rolled his eyes upside down depressingly as soon as he spoke of the other party's “Kokung Jia".

Now Zhang Tie pairs with "like A Gong”, it's like some talk of tiger color change. Although he only practiced the first layer, he has been tortured by Dr. Mu to call it bitter. Not only do you have to soak up some nasty juice on time, but you also have to beat Dr. Murrow's stick from time to time, saying you have to quench his bones.

These harsh exercises have kept him awake for some time, every night. He grinned his teeth straight as soon as he touched the wooden bed because of the redness all over him.

It was a nightmare for him.

Zhang Tie greatly envied Han Li's unnamed mantra.

I think that every day, just sit and read the scriptures like a monk. Han Li listened to these words and could only face them without saying anything.

Han Li can still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the last few layers of "like Kokung." Whoever knows, he will be restless and restless when he goes through several times more severe torture than before.

Zhang Tie was able to persevere until now. He didn't give up. This has made Han Li greatly admire it.

If it were him, he would have said nothing about practicing this masochistic martial arts, even if it would have made him a first-rate expert overnight.

The two of them spoke kung fu, almost ate dinner, after Zhang Tie hurriedly packed the bowl chopsticks, got up and said goodbye, let him rest early before leaving, so as to rest his leg injury.

Han Standing at the door, after seeing each other leave, rushed back to the house, closed the doors and windows, leaving only one ventilated skylight open. That's when I took the bottle out of the bag and researched it again.

After all, Han Li is only a teenager. He tortured it for a while and looked at it without a clue. He was a little tired. Coupled with the injuries on his feet and a bit of mental fatigue, he fell asleep unconsciously, holding the bottle by the bed with his hand.

I don't know how long later, I was sleeping in a sweet Han Li, suddenly I felt an icy feeling, uploaded from one hand.

Han Li fought a cold war, barely opening his eyes that had become heavy and staring at himself in confusion.

Suddenly, he sat up, his mouth was wide open and he didn't even notice the saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth. He was no longer sleepy at all and completely stopped by the sight.

A hint of white light visible to the naked eye descended from the sky through the only open skylight in the house, all gathered on the bottle in hand, forming a white light dot the size of a particle, so that the whole bottle was surrounded by a thin white glow group.

This white light is very soft and not dazzling at all, and that cold feeling is coming from this pale white light.

Han Li swallowed a sip of saliva that had become cold before suddenly waking up. He threw the bottle in his hand like a hot hand to one side and hid himself in a rolling strip.

After watching vigilantly for a while, it appeared that there was no danger, so it came together carefully.

The bottle surrounded by white light is extraordinarily beautiful and has a few mysterious colors.

Han Li hesitated for a moment and gently poked the bottle with his finger. After seeing no reaction, he carefully picked up the bottle again. Put it on the table again, lay yourself down nearby, excited to observe the spectacle you've never seen before.

Han Li's eyes didn't blink either. He concentrated on the bottle in the white light for more than a moment and finally asked him to discover a few of its mysteries.

This bottle is passing through the surface of the bottle, absorbing the white spots that roam nearby. No, it's not absorption, it's these light dots squeezing into the bottle like they're desperate, one after the other, like they're alive.

Han Li was a little curious, gently touching one of them with his fingertips.

Cold! Beyond that, there is nothing else special about it.

Han looked up towards the sky.

A white filament, still falling from the skylight, did not appear to stop at all.

Han Li looked around at the closed doors and windows and looked at the open skylights.

As he moved, he pushed the door gently open and looked out into his head.

Luckily, it is late at night, apart from a few mumbling autumn bugs, there is no one outside.

Han Li shrunk his head back, turned around and grabbed the vial, crashed it into a leather bag, and flew out.

It stopped until it reached a secluded, deserted and empty place.

I looked around with my eyes to make sure no one else was really here. Just be careful, take the bottle out again and gently place it on the ground.

The light spot near the original bottle disappeared without a trace after it was packed into the leather bag.

But Han Li is not worried.

Sure enough, after a little while, there was a lot more filament in one road than in the house, and it came together from all sides. Then, countless white spots, dense numbness floated around the vial, forming a huge light mass the size of a basin.