Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Really?”

Looking at his hands, Li Yao seemed to be able to see through his skin and muscles the hypervelocity of the mitochondrial factory deep in the cells, providing the cells and body with surge energy, promoting cell proliferation, muscle expansion and body healing, and of course constantly exporting tremendously powerful aggression and destructive power - he even concealed that this was some kind of “demonic" characteristic, or that his “skyrobbing fighter” was working, but what were “demonic" and “skyrobbing fighters”? Is that what the novel says... weird!

“Aren't you surprised at all by your super resilience? ”

Ms. Gray Mist continued, "If I'm not mistaken, should this be your second ‘resurrection' in just 12 hours? The first is the 'magic bomb' of the ‘deep awakener' day and night, burning you from the five dirty six hearts to coke, nearly ten minutes into a supermassive microwave oven, I didn't even expect you to survive; the second is the 'hunter', who uses not ordinary bullets, but two different types of super bullets, the first with armor breaking and blasting characteristics that can kill even African elephants, and the second has a strange meteorite component that can restrain the vast majority of awakeners.

“You've been hit by seven shots of 'hunter', three of which hit a deadly spot, and you were bound to die, but you recovered in just 12 hours - during this period, you also ate nutrients that ordinary awakeners could not digest for a month. Your body is like a black hole that is hard to fill. Interesting, Mr. Lee Yew, what are you...? ”

“If I tell you, I don't know, do you believe me? ”

Li Yao smiled and said, “What about the author of" Forty Thousand Years of Reconstruction "? How is he? ”

“He's fine, he just leaves through other channels, goes to the headquarters of our Ark Foundation, and you, too, are safe for the time being, this transport route is very confidential, and the people of Apocalypse are not that easy to catch up with. ”

"Zhang Daniu tells us a lot, and he even continues to write - with the help of our hypnotist, his creative efficiency has improved considerably over the past, and if you make sure you're okay, we'll provide you with the rest of the 40,000 Years of Reconstruction.

“But the first question to solve —— who are you, why did you find the author of Forty Thousand Years of Reformation, and try to find out the secrets of the Ark Foundation and the Apocalypse? Including your unparalleled abilities, and the bugs and trackers you gave Zhang Daniu, what's going on? You make very sophisticated wiretaps, not the same structure as most national spy agencies in this world. How could you make something like this? ”

“I, I still don't know. ”

Li Yao slowly exhaled a bit of turbidity, shaking his head somewhat depressingly.

Since Zhang Daniu has been controlled by the people of the Ark Foundation, with his character and manipulation, it is estimated that everything was already clean and useless to hide, "If you don't believe me, I was just an ordinary college student. I saw" Forty Thousand Years of Fixing "about a week ago, so I woke up somehow... I can't describe a power with a pen ink. I, I think, am the author's protagonist, is Li Yiu, the fixer from" Fixing the Four Universes "! ”

Li Yao is ready to be ridiculed by Ms. Grey Mist.

Unexpectedly, the expression on Ms. Greyfog's face remained the same, and she nodded, "A thousand worlds, no wonder, all of us awakeners, have had incredible things happen on each of us, resulting in unexplainable mutations in science —— how do you know I don't believe that? ”

“Hmm?”

Li Yao slightly opened the door of the ward and walked into a middle-aged man dressed in strange clothes with a flaming red hair.

“Ms. Gray Mist, the pursuit has been resolved, and within 12 hours we should be safe. ”

Middle-aged men's way.

Li Yao's eyes were glued to the middle-aged man, so he couldn't escape.

I can't help it, it's just that this middle-aged man looks too... horrible.

In the middle age, he also learned to dye red hair as a young man, not too big a problem. The problem is that the uncle Xie is very serious, and his head is definitely a "Mediterranean". In order to cover up, he deliberately left behind a few pieces of hair with only a few fruits on either side, and combed them sideways to cover them up in such an awkward way - just like that, he also had to dye red hair all over his head, and his heart was determined.

Beneath such red hair is a big face full of flesh, bright oil and garlic nose. The uncle's face is like a rock standing on Gobi Beach. He has endured the wind, snow and rain, the years of erosion, and crossed wrinkles and pits, bringing him the medal of full sanctuary.

By the middle age, it is inevitable that people will be blessed. If they like to drink a little wine and eat a little late at night, it is not surprising that their bellies will be raised as if they were pregnant women, but the uncle is carrying 200 kg of weight at a height of one meter and seven, and wearing a collar and cuffs that are extra exaggerated, such as an ultra-long white shirt like scissors, and even wearing an awkward cut outside a white shirt, the collar is incredibly short in black, wrapped in fat uneven, and the curves are revealed, which makes some of these eyes... sore.

However, this is not the weirdest part.

The uncle was wrapped tightly in a pair of red jeans under an ultra long white shirt and a tight black uniform, even between his legs, with a red belt fastened!

Li Yao didn't know how to describe the uncle's costume.

He suddenly found out that the uncle was thick and short, almost submerged in the neck between the chin and the fat chest, and helped a black belt, not knowing it was a collar.

Li Yao felt he was suffocating.

At the same time, Hidden felt that the uncle was dressed well, as if he had seen it somewhere.

By the way, who's not in that game, who's in that game?

“Well done, Uncle Fai. ”

Ms. Gray Mist nodded her head and pointed to Li Yao Dao. “By the way, this Li Yao Xiao seems to have just woken up, full of doubts about his strength. Could Uncle Hui please introduce him to you? How did you wake up and help him to be a little confused? ”

“Okay, Ms. Grey Mist. ”

Belts around the neck and knees, red hair dyed, middle-aged, wealthy man in red jeans “Uncle Hui” pulled a southern accent, “Except, as I said, please don't call me 'Uncle Hui’ anymore in the organization, call me 'Seven Gods’, Ms. Grey Mist, you forgot. ”

“… sorry. ”

Lady Grey's eyes had a little twitch, "Don't worry about the details, let's go! ”

“No problem, teenager, fate is a wonderful thing, and until we wake up, none of us will know who we really are. ”

Uncle Hui —— “The Seven Gods" refers to his garlic nose, with a mouthful of plastic ordinary words, “Like uncle me, I've never achieved much in my life, I was just a common pork man in a vegetable market in a southern fourth-tier city —— selling pork, people in the vegetable market like to eat, drink, smoke, prostitute, gamble, I don't like all of these, only one hobby since I was a kid, is to play video, play games!

“I especially like to play a game called" Fist God 97 ". It has been almost 20 years since I was a young man. In the height of my life, it was really beaten up all over the world. In our city, it was famous, but unfortunately times have changed. Young people like to play online games. Uncle, this set that I like is long gone. Around the country, that is, we still have the last street room that is going to collapse.

“It doesn't matter, I like to play this. I also especially like a game character called" The Seven Gods "in" Boxing God 97 ". Whenever I choose this character to fight, wow, there is a feeling of" human sword in one, soul in one ". It's like I'm in the console myself, incarnate into the Seven Gods, boxing into meat, don't mention how refreshing it is!

“So, at the end of last year, after 20 or 30 years of playing, this street hall finally couldn't hold up. It's going to collapse. Although now the computer and console can also play" Boxing God 97 ", my kids helped me adjust it, but it's not like the street hall. Junior, you haven't played, you don't understand.

“Anyway, that was about the last time I went to play, nature was extraordinarily invested and vibrant, I chose ‘Seven Gods’ over and over again to fight against the world's richest men, fighting more and more clouds, the furnace fire is pure blue, even feel the surrounding world crumble and disappear, and the world of 'Fist God 97' became ‘real’, I, I feel that my whole person drilled into the machine and became a true 'Seven Gods’!

Li Yao could not help but ask: “Then what? ”

“And then--”

Uncle Hui shouted, “Uncle, I fainted. When I woke up in the hospital, my daughter said that the machine in the street room had leaked electricity, and I fainted. I was unconscious for three days and three nights! ”

Li Yao: “Uh..."

Uncle Hui: “But uncle, I know that electric shock is never as simple as a coma, but uncle I woke up memories of previous life, teenager, guess what, it turns out that uncle my past life - a long time ago, a generation really came from the Seven Gods, this is uncle my destiny, the destiny I really have to face! From this day on, Uncle, I can no longer stand the status of" Pork Man ". I have decided to restore the original face of the Seven Gods, to fight my own destiny and those enemies of my destiny with pain and happiness! ”