Returning from the Immortal World

Because it was Monday, Tang Xiu honestly completed all three classes of the day. Despite all the knowledge in the book, Han Qing Dance didn't want to see him absent from class, and he was too lazy to compare with the woman.

As the last lesson of the day rang, Yue Kai, sitting next to Don Shu, came over and whispered: “What are the plans for the evening? Want to come bowling with us? ”

Tang Xiu had something on his mind, shook his head and said: “Something happened at night, I'm afraid I won't be able to go. Some other time! When I'm not busy, I'll invite my brothers to dinner. ”

Yue Kai knew Tang Xiu's identity and understood his busy schedule, so he nodded: “Then go out and be careful. Lately, our demons have not been peaceful. In just a few days, there have been several very exciting murders. As a big boss, why don't you bring some bodyguards? ”

Several murders?

Tang Xiu Xuan dissented: “What kind of murders are they? I only heard about it together, or four bar girls were killed. ”

Yue Kai lowered her voice and said, "The four barmaids were murdered, indeed only one of them. Two other killings occurred in Panyu and Jingning districts, respectively. I heard that even the policemen were killed on the quiet side of the district, and it was definitely the fatalists who committed the crime. However, the police blockade is very strong right now, and I wouldn't have known if my father hadn't called me and told me to run less outside the school myself to make sure I was safe. ”

Tang Xiu nodded, believing that the other two murders should not be special events, otherwise the intelligence agents of the Baibang Pavilion would have told themselves the circumstances of the murders.

With the departure of the teaching teacher, Tang Xiu handed Yue Kai the book to help herself to take home, and walked out of school alone. Although Professor Mo Yi's research equipment had not yet been bought back, Tang Xiu still wanted to find out the situation.

“Tick...”

A red BMW, slowly parked next to Don Shu. As the door next to the driver's seat opened, Han danced gently out and walked toward Tang Xiu. Her walking posture was slightly wrong and there was also a blood mark on the snow and white neck.

“Do you have time for the night? Let's eat together. ”

Tang Xiu frowned slightly and did not directly answer Han Qing Dance. Instead, he weighed her up and down again. “Are you hurt? ”

Han Mingdang said indifferently: “It's okay, I was slightly injured during training. ”

Tang Xiu nodded and asked, “Are you all right? ”

Han Qingdang said: “There's something I want to talk to you about. Come on, let's find a place to eat and talk. ”

Tang Xiu did not refuse. After entering the co-driver's seat, he quickly left Mortu University as the red BMW started. Tang Xiu in the co-pilot's seat looked at Han's light dancing side face and suddenly said: "Go to Paradise Hills for dinner! Your grandfather's there. ”

Han danced slightly and turned to wonder, "How did my grandfather end up in Paradise Hill? And how do you know that? ”

Tang Xiu said: "He was slightly injured and nursed in Paradise Hills. When he gets there, he'll probably tell you the consequences. ”

Han Qing Dance understands Tang Xiu, and if he doesn't want to say it, he won't get an answer even if he breaks the sand tank. When the two of them arrived at Paradise Hills, Tang Xiu took Han Light Dance directly to the Yangtze building where Han Jintong was located, and found that only Saint Jenna was watching TV in the living room as boring as ever.

“Where are Professor Mo and Han Jintong? ”

Tang Xiu asked.

St. Jenna jumped up and greeted him with a compliment: "Mr. Tang, Professor Mo is in the room organizing the information and my teacher is healing the injuries. Thank you so much for giving my teacher the sacred medicine to heal his injuries, which is half done. The teacher said that in two or three days at the most, his injuries would heal. ”

Tang Xiu said: "Go and get him! Tell him his granddaughter's here. ”

At this time.

Han Jintong walked out of a room door in the hallway. When he came out and saw Han light dance, he suddenly shocked and said: "Little dance, what are you doing here? ”

Han Qing Dance already knew about Grandpa's injuries, so he stepped in front of Han Jintong and asked with concern: "Grandpa, I heard Tang Xiu say you were injured. How's the injury? What exactly happened? Who hurt you? ”

Han Jintong looked at Tang Xiu and laughed: “My wounds are about to heal. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's complicated, I'll explain it later. By the way, this is Saint Jenna, and when I was teaching at Yale University abroad, she was my student. ”

Saint Jenna smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Hello Han, I'm Saint Jenna. Nice to meet you. When I was in country M, the professor used to talk about you. ”

Han gently shook her hand and said, "Hello, Saint Jenna. My grandfather wouldn't tell me what happened, would you? ”

Saint Jenna glanced at Han Jintong, looked at Tang Xiu again, and found their expression calm. There was no intention of stopping them. He said with a few apologies: "In fact, the professor was hurt to help me. I was a member of the bloodline and was chased and forced to flee to China Summer. I knew the professor was in China, so I asked him for help, hoping he would give me a place to hide. But I didn't expect those stabbings to make me smell dark, a gas with a very strong tracking effect, and as a result, my whereabouts were exposed, and the professor didn't want to give me up, so we were all hurt. ”

“What kind of tissue is blood clan? ”

Han Light Dance recently learned about some of the biggest international organizations, but never heard of an organization called Blood Clan.

“Bloodlines are not an organization, they are a common denominator of race," Saint-Gena said. Members of the bloodline have been turned into vampires again. ”

She opened her wings, revealed her fangs, and with a huge breath released, she said again: "You should have watched TV, the vampire in it is our blood family. It's just that there's a difference between what's on TV and what's on our blood. ”

Han danced full of shock, but was not as scared as Mo Yi, felt the powerful smell of the face, and she instantly burst into a huge aura, rolling towards St. Jenna to oppress the past.

“What?”

Han Jintong stood aside and felt the enormous smell of Saint Jenna and Han's light dance. The old face showed an incredible look, even the eyeballs almost fell out of the orbit. Saint Jenna has great strength, and he is naturally clear. But... but my precious granddaughter here, when did she become strong?

“All right!”

Tang Xiu glanced at them and sat down on the couch, which only said: "Han Qing Dance, I didn't expect you to have such great strength in such a short time. It should be late for gas practice, right? If you keep going at this rate, maybe you'll be able to get high with Saint Jenna soon. ”

Han Qingdang shook his head: “I'm still weak. If I don't use Zhenyuan, even some martial arts teachers can beat me. Your men did teach me some martial arts skills, but those things were specifically designed to kill people and didn't suit me. ”

Han Jintong finally couldn't help it. He stepped in front of Han Qing Dance and asked excitedly: "Little Dance, you... are you a monk? ”

Han nodded softly: “Grandpa, I only know one training technique, much more strength and speed, but I'm not good at anything else. ”

Han Jintong's old face was full of excitement. Thought it was Tang Xiu who taught his granddaughter cultivation skills. “Thank you, Mr. Tang, for teaching my granddaughter cultivation skills. Your love for our Han family is too much! ”

Han was confused by the light dance: “What kindness? ”

Han Jintong hastily said: "Little Dance, me and Saint Jenna were hunted down by the enemy and have reached a desperate state. If Mr. Tang hadn't suddenly arrived to save us, we'd be dead by now. So he's my lifesaver. ”

Han Qing Dance didn't realize that there was such a hidden feeling, he had to say thank you to Don Shu. But Tang Xiu didn't give her the chance, but stood up and said, "You guys talk, I'll arrange dinner. ”

The door.

Mo Awu just came over and saw Tang Xiu come out and said hastily: “Boss, Late Nan called to say that there is a man named Shimu in Changxi City who wants to see you, and now he has arrived in Magic City. However, Late Nan did not dare to make the decision without permission, so he called to ask for your opinion. ”

Seaweed?

Tang Xiu remembered the season tree he knew when racing on the Mt. Laoshan Highway. He nodded, “Tell Late Nan, let that season tree come to Paradise Hill! ”

“Yes!”

Moabu said yes and immediately walked towards the distance.

At this time, Han Qing Dance came out of the door and saw Tang Xiu lit a cigarette and didn't leave. She came over and said: "Thank you, Tang Xiu. ”

Tang Xiu said calmly: "Nothing. ”

Han Qing danced silently for more than ten seconds, and his heart seemed to have made a dark decision, saying, "Do you have time the day after tomorrow? Can you come with me to a place? ”

Tang Xiu asked: "Is that what you came to me for today? ”

“Yes!”

Han nodded lightly.

Tang Xiu asked: "Where? ”

“The day after tomorrow is the final of the National Black Boxing Competition," said Han Qing Dance. "There will be a lot of kung fu figures, even master teachers. One of them, Li Bo, was only about 40 years old, but had reached the rank of minister five or six years earlier. His moves were very harsh and poisonous. In the past, 60% of the boxers he had beaten would be killed by him. 30% would become crippled. Only 10% of the boxers would be able to escape if they admitted defeat in a timely manner. ”

“Though I am strong now, I have no heart in the face of a real struggle between life and death. So I want you to go with me. ”

“Okay? ”

Tang Xiu frowned, “When did you start boxing on the black market? ”

Han gently bit his lip and said: "It's been two months. ”

Tang Xiu sighed in the dark. He didn't expect Han to dance so stubbornly. In order to possess powerful power, he went to the black market boxing with great risk. The kind of black market boxing he has heard, every scene has to be marked with a letter of life or death, on the ring stage is life or death, all on his own strength.