A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li turned and walked towards the door. When he came to the door, he suddenly turned around and asked:

“The brother who stood behind Mu Lao has never spoken, I wonder what it is? ”

Dr. Murray listened to Han Li's sudden question, smiled slightly, and slickened away from answering:

“You're so smart, guess what, you can definitely guess. ”

Han Li shook his head and stepped out of Dr. Murray's house clean. I wondered if he could guess or if he didn't want to guess at all.

Han Li went out the door and his face became gloomy.

“In this conflict with Dr. Murdoch, he was held hostage by the other side, indicating that he was still too naive to think that he could swing around with the other side with a little wisdom. As a result, a cylinder of poisonous water, created with great effort, was seized without even playing its role. I still have to go back and figure out how to strengthen myself. ”

Thinking about it, he walked over to his place. Apparently, he was unwilling to be so controlled by Dr. Murray.

Inside, Dr. Murrow stared at the floor of the wooden slab, and a large bowl of thick holes appeared in the dark. Just now, he accidentally tried to shoot something in the cylinder, and he sprayed the venom out of the cylinder, easily corrosing the ground. Seeing the strange toxicity of the venom, Dr. Murrow could no longer hold his mind and was afraid, jumping up his feet and shouting:

“Son of a bitch, when did you learn to make a poison like this? I never taught him anything about it. I thought it was just a common fairy pouring potion. This bastard is really tough and disgraceful. ”

Not knowing that he had caused Dr. Murray's shock, Han Li returned to his room, stuck his head in bed and slept. He went through such a huge change today, his body and mind were consumed too much, and he urgently needed to rest to regain strength.

Han Li, who nourished his spirit, slowly woke up from his sleep. He got up and looked at the sky. The Orient was a little white, and saw that he had arrived the next morning. This sleep was not too short.

Han Li straightened his body, did not get out of bed, but held up his chin with his hands, his arm pillow on his thigh, and thought of a way out of Dr. Murray's control.

Obviously, he will be absolutely safe during the year. The other party will not do it for his own small life. Instead, he will try to keep him safe, but it is difficult to say whether he will be safe after a year.

Han Li doesn't have to worry about the issue of "Changchun Gong". He practiced on the fourth floor the other day. A year later, the fifth floor will definitely get caught, and he won't have to worry about it any more.

The problem of "corpse pills” can also be solved. At that time, just show the cultivation progress to the other party and blackmail the other party to give him the antidote before the other party asks for treatment. The other party will not offend him for this.

Suddenly, Han Li remembered something. He grabbed a bottle out of his body with his hand, poured a turquoise pill out of it, and then took the medicine on his back. After a while, after the effect, he began to look quietly inside.

“Cough! This old Muggle really didn't lie to himself on this corpse pill, but the clear spirit of the world can't help this pill, it seems to really wait a year before reaching the antidote.” Han Li whispered some annoying whispers.

After putting the bottle back in his arms, he got out of bed and came under the bed.

He wrapped around the only table in the house and started to fight around.

Walk slowly with your hands upside down and continue to think about the problems in your brain.

Speaking of which, Dr. Murray did not fully believe what he had said to him, Han Li knew that there must be a lot of inaccuracies in what he had said. It is unfortunate to know that they cannot resist because they are threatened by their loved ones.

Han Li wondered whether Dr. Mu really kept his promise a year later. If it was as simple as the other party said, it would be a good idea. He had no need for confrontation at all. But he feared that the other party would hide the part that was detrimental to him and then turn his face over and poison him. If he did not prepare at all, there would be no room for resistance.

Han Li thought it over and over again and felt that there was no good way to solve it.

Now he and Dr. Murrow are both afraid that he won't have to practice to delay his own life, and he is also afraid that after the other party relieves his worries, he will beat him.

He could have used it to threaten one or two of them and let them throw the mouse whiskey, but now the opponent has strangled his loved ones, so he can only shrink his hands and feet, helpless to compromise.

“Do you really want to put your life above each other's palms, hope that they will show mercy and show mercy?” Han Li was a little discouraged.

“No, it must not be done. It is the stupidest idea that one's destiny must not be in the minds of others, leaving everything to others to manipulate.” Then he reversed this stupid idea.

After hanging up his brain, Han Li figured out a different way.

He intends to strengthen himself in a number of ways and find ways to increase his side's leverage to deter the other side, even if they really want to.

This is really a dumb idea, only passive defense, letting the other party preempt. But today, this is the only way to do it, and it is more thorough and appropriate.

Han Li took note and decided to walk outside. He pushed the door open, walked to the empty space outside, lazily stretched his lazy waist and hit a debt.

He caught the morning wind of some stinging bones, watching the red sun rise halfway up and glowing:

“My own destiny can only be in my own hands, and it will never be manipulated. ”

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