King of Black Mist

In order to recover from injuries, you need to eat and drink a lot. Where do you think of this situation?

buffet!

The protagonists in various works are highly recommended!

It’s cheap, you don’t have to order, you don’t have to wait, and there are plenty of dishes.

Li Changzhou did not do anything particularly exaggerated.

He ate with the two beautiful girls, eating as much as he could for an hour, then moved to another place to help himself to continue eating.

The two beautiful girls were full at first, and they mainly covered him later.

A table full of plates for three people is more common and more hidden than a table full of plates for one person.

What's more troublesome is that the three of them are so charming. Although there are no lights or cameras, they look like they are filming a TV series. Guests look here from time to time, and there are people taking pictures directly at them from a distance.

Due to his good looks and good luck, Li Changzhou ate a little more when it was his turn to be in a corner, which was a suitable location for stealing food. When it was his turn, he ate as much as a normal person would be hungry.

The cafeteria was open half an hour longer than usual on Friday. By the time it closed at 9:30, Li Changzhou's wound had healed by half.

"Let me take a look." Li Qianxia held up his arm as if holding a piece of lactone tofu and looked at it carefully.

Yang Qinglan was also watching from the side.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

"itch."

"I'll scratch it for you." Li Qianxia didn't touch the wound and scratched the edge lightly.

Yang Qinglan said with some regret: "There is no skill to treat wounds yet."

"Go to the hospital and look for it, maybe you can find it." Li Changzhou smiled.

This unintentional sentence aroused Yang Qinglan's reverie.

Assuming that there was no Li Qianxia, ​​or that Li Qianxia did not invite Li Changzhou into the game, would he go to major hospitals to find doctors or nurses for the purpose of treatment?

With his charm, he can make the female nurses and doctors who see him like him by pretending to go to the doctor.

Further down. The game has made it very clear that the evaluation of his charm is the ‘villain boss’.

Returning to the Yanhe Road yard, Li Changzhou did not dig a hole, took a shower carefully (not touching the wound), and fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

too tired.

Physically tired and mentally exhausted.

The next day, Saturday, they planned to continue the game, but he was injured and had no choice but to temporarily let other players go.

Early in the morning, the air was fresh, and Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan went to buy breakfast together.

Li Changzhou sat on the stone bench and stared at the alcohol lamp on the stone table.

The flame on the alcohol lamp is not in the shape of water droplets, but spirals into mosquito coils.

Charm, communication with nature. I can’t understand it, I can’t understand it.

The flame mosquito coil melted and turned into a giant eagle. It should be a giant eagle, it could be said to be something with wings.

The giant eagle flapped its wings and flew out from the nest of the alcohol lamp, flying around the green almond tree.

After five or six seconds, the candle melted and disappeared into the air.

There is no spirituality. Li Changzhou controls the flapping of the wings and Li Changzhou controls the flying. There is no necessary relationship between wings and flight.

He picked up the lighter and relit the alcohol lamp.

Then he stretched out his right index finger and put it on the fire to roast.

pain.

Burning pain.

A powerful force emerged from his body, which made him howl wildly, dance, distort his facial features, and make him want to break his index finger.

Li Changzhou closed his eyes, and his will was like a mountain of five fingers, suppressing this ape-like power that liked to toss. He felt the power and characteristics of the flame.

Twenty seconds later, the ape roared and burst out of the five-finger mountain. He took away the index finger.

"Hiss—" He gritted his teeth and sucked in air, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The wound was blood red, like a skinned rabbit.

The edges are a little black again, almost oily, and the skin will fall off when touched.

He allowed the sharp pain to spread throughout his body, hammering at his will.

Horrible pain always contains powerful power.

Li Changzhou recalled the shape of the flame, the temperature of the flame, the touch of the flame licking his fingers, and the process of this touch spreading throughout his body.

Just when he was enduring the pain and was about to enter "concentration", Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan came back, spending less time than usual and buying much more than usual.

"Brother, come and eat. I bought you twenty large steamed buns! There are meat, vegetable, vermicelli, pickled vegetables, tofu, and shredded radish buns!"

"Yes, it's as good as instant noodles." Li Changzhou opened his eyes and said with a smile.

There are so many steamed buns piled high on the stone table.

Li Changzhou stretched out his right hand, picked up one with his thumb and middle finger, and took a big bite of the fan bag.

"What's wrong with the finger?" Yang Qinglan noticed his raised index finger.

"I was practicing flame waves just now and accidentally burned them."

"It's burned? Let's take a look!" Li Qianxia quickly put down the work of setting the dishes and grabbed his right hand, "Why is it burned like this! Does it hurt?!"

Li Changzhou was helpless: "If you are worried about me here, why not let me go and let me eat two more bites of steamed buns. The injury may be healed."

Li Qianxia snorted and threw away his arm.

Yang Qinglan showed a thoughtful expression.

"It's from the pickled cabbage. I want to eat the pickled cabbage bun. Find it for me." Li Changzhou ate the vermicelli bun in two bites and directed the two maids.

After breakfast and twenty steamed buns, the injury on my finger was healed and the gap on my left arm was half healed.

The injury on his arm was not healed, so Li Changzhou did not dare to exert force for fear of bleeding.

He sat on a stone bench all day long, recalling the experience of flames burning his fingers, and entered into "concentration" intermittently several times.

Li Qianxia was practicing her gun in the yard, and then she turned into an owl, flying around the apricot tree, landing on the roof, and standing on the branches of the apricot tree. She looked at Li Changzhou with her black eyes with gold edges, imitating the look of an owl. .

After eating a lot of lunch and dinner, Li Changzhou's left arm was almost healed.

He moved his left arm and punched the shield target filled with gravel.

puff.

Many gravels in the hit area turned into powder, and the gravels in the shield target sank, leaving two centimeters of space above.

"Brother, teach me Niu Niu Fist tomorrow!" Li Qianxia was originally concerned about his arm, but after seeing it, she immediately changed her mind.

"OK."

Li Qianxia was looking forward to it.

She asked Yang Qinglan again: "Are you still going today?"

"I won't go." Yang Qinglan opened his eyes, "It only takes two or three days to learn my thorns. When I learn it, I may make progress with Brother You's flame wave. You also need to learn Niu Niu Fist."

"It's the powerful bull demon fist, the powerful bull demon king's boxing technique."

It was "Buffalo Style·Powerful Bull Punch". They all said it wrong, and they all did it on purpose.

"It's so hot." Li Qianxia wiped her sweat, "It's time, let's take a rest. Do you want to take a shower together?"

"Yes." Yang Qinglan stood up, spread her arms, and stretched. The soft texture of her top stretched out the outline of her breasts.

"Can I do it too?" Li Changzhou asked.

"No." Yang Qinglan put down her hand, calm and unquestionable.

"Ms. Yang, didn't you say it yourself? If you want to succeed, you have to be a little crazy."

"Mr. Li, please use this bit of magic for business. Let's go, Qian Xia."

"Qinglan, my brother is not a hooligan. It is a man's nature to like to tease girls he likes. My brother never said he wanted to take a shower with me."

".I can feel your good intentions."