A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Dr Murrow looked unemotionally, his eyes gently half-opened, one firmly resting on Han Li's wrist.

All his mind was concentrated on the real strength and weakness in Han 3D, half silent.

After a tea kung fu, he took a deep breath, seemed to spit out all the anguish in his heart, his eyes suddenly opened, a ray of fine light shot out of his cloudy eyes, making people afraid to look at him.

He looked gloomy. Obviously, I am not satisfied with Han Li, but there is still no verbal abuse.

He waved his hand indifferently, indicating that Han Li followed him.

Han Li followed him with a good conscience. Although he was very interested in the mysterious person on one side, he knew that this was not the time to ask randomly.

After entering the house, Dr. Murrow sat somewhat tired on the master's chair, his back resting on his back, half doing half lying down. The fine light in the eyes has dissipated, restoring the appearance of chronic illness.

The mystery man stayed close behind him, inches apart. After he sat down, he stood behind the chair and stood there straight, motionless.

Han Li knew that Dr. Mu was not happy in his heart, and didn't want to proactively touch each other's mold. Like a mystery man, he walked to the middle of the room, looked down at Dr. Mu, and his mind stopped moving, waiting for the other to talk.

After half a day of old, no one said anything, Han Li was a little strange, unable to calm down, and quietly wanted to look up and peek at Dr. Mu.

“If you want to see it, why are you sneaking around?” Just halfway up his neck, Dr. Murrow's cold voice passed.

Han stood up for a moment and then lifted his head up in obedience. His eyes turned a few times on Dr. Mo's face, and he immediately shrunk back.

Han Li's face remained unchanged, but his heart was like a raging wave, rolling and rolling.

Dr. Murrow's face was so weird all of a sudden. Some of the gray faces were covered with a faint black gas. The black gas was like life, stretching out countless tiny contact angles, and the claws of a tooth dancer dancing on his face. Even more astonishing, Dr. Han Li, as soon as he changed the stereotypical look of the past, showed a fierce and decisive look. He was staring at Han Li with an unfavourable eye, and the corner of his mouth showed some cynical derision.

Han Li felt something was wrong, a little uneasy surrounded his mind, and a dangerous aura began to spread around the house.

He stepped back politely and carefully, squeezing his hand into his cuff and grabbing an iron cylinder there, relaxed the tight nerves a little, and suddenly a low mockery was heard in his ear.

“A little smart, dare you take it out and sell it? ”

Dr. Mo moved. Weirdly, he changed from half lying down to standing position. After smiling, he shook himself again. The whole person reached Han standing as if he were a ghost. He looked at Han Li “Hey” and smiled coldly.

Han Li's face changed dramatically. He knew it was bad. He was anxious to raise his arm, but he was numb and couldn't move.

That's when he saw the other finger removed from the hole in his chest.

It was so fast that I didn't even notice what they were doing.

“Murray, what are you doing? What's wrong with the disciple? Why do you have to stop the disciple's cave?” Han Li was no longer able to remain calm at this time, he said with a strong smile to Dr. Mu.

Dr. Murrow did not speak, just one hand hammered his back a few times, coughed slightly, a pair of old lady dragon bells, the appearance of weak wind.

But Han Li had just seen him restrain his rapid appearance. How dare he really think of him as an ordinary seriously ill old man? Instead, he added a little more importance to his doing this.

“Dr. Murray, what identity do you always have, and why do you have to see it like a disciple? You have to untie the disciple's cave. If there is any punishment, the disciple can bear it. ”

……

Han Li repeatedly said a few nice, complimentary words.

But Dr. Moore ignored it at all, reaching out and searching the iron barrel out of his sleeve, holding it in his hand, and watching him perform with a derisive and contemptuous eye.

When Han Li saw this situation, his heart suddenly sank to the deepest point. He hoped to use words to impress each other's thoughts, and completely broke.

They don't seem to give themselves a chance.

Han Li gradually shut his mouth and his face became quiet, looking back at Dr. Mu without a hint of emotion.

At this moment everything in the whole house seemed to have stopped and the ravens were silent and calm as before the storm.

“All right, all right!" Dr. Murray's three “good” words came out of nowhere.

“I am the one who Mu Jiujin is looking at. I can still not change my face. I am in danger. I have not wronged you with such a large sum of money.” He blamed Han Li for a moment.

“What do you want to do with me?” Han Li did not pick up Dr. Mu's words, but asked instead.

“Huh! What do we do with you?” Dr. Murray repeated his question.

“How do I treat you? It depends on how you behave. ”

“What do you mean?” Han Li frowned and tacitly guessed some of their intentions.

“I'm not saying, with your wisdom, you should understand a few points, too, right? ”

“I can only guess a small part, but I still don't understand the context of the whole thing, the causes and consequences.” Han Li did not deny it and admitted it frankly.

“Good, that's right. If you have any questions, just ask me. Don't keep stuffing in your stomach.” Dr. Murrow smiled insidiously, and the dark air on his face seemed to be thickening a few more layers, reflecting that his face was even more gloomy.

“I know you've been watching out for me, not really treating me like a master. But that's okay, and I didn't really think of you as an apprentice.” Dr. Murrow snorted softly.

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