A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Han Li, you really can stretch. But let it go. Do you think it's possible?” Dr. Mo's younger face smiled slightly, and the feeling of sunshine was enough to make the woman crazy, but the sound of the opening made Han Li jump again.

His voice, with its indescribable magnetism, is extremely comfortable to hear, completely different from the bitter feeling of dryness, and it seems that his voice is not inferior to his appearance.

For the first time, Dr. Murray called Han Li's name directly. Although it was not good news, it also gave Han Li an accepted feeling, much stronger than the left sentence "kid” and the right sentence “kid”, so the depression in his heart was also reduced by a point.

In terms of appearance alone, Dr. Mo can't really pick out any flaws today. He even seems graceful in every move. He is a very beautiful man. There is no such thing as a bad old man. I think he must have lost his mind with this face. I don't know how many Jianghu women.

“What do you want from me? Give me a clear word.” Han Li is not a woman. Naturally, he will not be courteous to the person in front of him because he is prettier than others. Besides, there is no need to give him a good look in the other person's conversation.

“What do you say? Hey!” Dr. Murrow moved his limbs a little bit stronger, stretched out his long lazy waist, laughed without saying anything, and instead of answering Han's question, he pulled another thing out of his arms.

This time the item is a small bag folded in silk, this satin flame is as bright as a colour, fresh * * person, every needle on it looks extra sophisticated, it doesn't look ordinary.

What's in this satin? Could it be a silver blade again? Han Li forgot to ask each other for a moment, and became curious.

Dr. Murray did not let Han Li guess for too long. After removing the two, he unwrapped the satin and carefully removed a wrinkly piece of yellow paper from it.

Han Li seemed a little disappointed, but under his heart, he inspired the spirit of twelve points, because the more he knew that the less eye-catching things, the more likely they were to have unimaginable uses. At this time, the other party took out a piece of paper and naturally wouldn't do the usual use, assuming the ghost things that happened before, I'm afraid there are a lot of doorways inside.

Dr. Murray gently clamped the yellow paper with two fingers and gently flattened it slightly. Han Li only looked carefully at this. The paper was not large, it was only the size of a slap, it was cropped into a growth strip, the color was a little old, and seemed to have a lot of years.

Most notably, the silver glitter on it paints several strange symbols in silver paint, which is a strange shape that Han Li has never seen before.

But as soon as he entered the curtain, his mind felt touched by some mysterious power. Even Changchun kung fu in his body began to move silly, as if awakened by this symbol, which stunned Han Li.

Han Li knew something was wrong and stared at the characters in a hurry to find some magic.

Seeing the symbols, bending and twisting, but also implying some kind of rule, from arrangement to shape, there is something deep, but unfortunately the time is too short, Han Li will not be able to recognize it at all.

Because at this moment, Dr. Murray had come to Han Li's eyes, and he saw Han Li staring weirdly at the yellow paper on his hand, a disenchanted look, he could not help but show a little pity in his eyes, but such eyes only flashed and returned to normal.

He lowered his head gently, his mouth next to Han Li's ear, and said softly with a very low voice:

“Han Li, don't blame me, I can't help it, you can reincarnate early! This body, I'm taking it. ”

“What are you talking about? What do you mean?” Han Li was awakened by Dr. Mu's words from the divine infiltration, to the astonished soul flying out of the sky, and he knew implicitly that one of his worst fates was coming to his head.

Despite the threat of the giant man behind him, he began to shake his body and struggle desperately. He still had a few small things on his body that, if removed, might also cause confusion and have a chance of escape.

“Tinu, hold him down and don't let him move. ”

Unfortunately, with Dr. Murray's cold order, Han Li's final resistance was stopped. Two huge palms, like two hills, increased his strength, pressed his shoulders tightly and made him immobile.

Han Li's face, yellow bean-sized sweat beads, along the corner, dripping down from his forehead, he opened his eyes, biting his lips dead, watching each other read words in front of him.

The yellow paper held by Dr. Murrow's fingers began to float without the wind as the spell sounded.

The silver symbol on it, one after the other, lights up slowly, emitting a mysterious silver light.

Han was unable to move, but it was clear to him that when all the symbols lit up, it seemed to be the moment to do something to himself.

Dr. Murray looked at the yellow paper and waited until the last symbol also emitted silver light. After that, he couldn't help but rejoice. Then, according to a special gesture, he held the yellow paper and waved it in the air a few times.

Then a “fixed” word comes out, like a spring thunder.

At the same time, the yellow note was harshly pressed on Han Li's head, and the dead pasted on it.

As soon as the note touched his head, Han Li felt that he had lost control of his body, his eyelids could not blink, his body was completely unconscious, but he could still see it in his eyes and hear it in his ears, but his consciousness, like a stranger, could not manipulate his body, like a walking corpse.

This feeling is completely different from the feeling of being dotted. After being dotted, the body can still experience the perception of paralysis, although it is also impossible to move.

Han Li's heart panicked. He didn't know how to make him, to grab his body. Is that a success?

“Don't rush, you can keep it for a short while longer.” It's as if Dr. Murrow was deliberately telling him that he was talking to himself.

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