Necromancer Doomsday Walk

86 Changes in health-preserving skills

Under the dark night, groups of red lights flashed and moved quickly.

Various squeaking sounds came and went, spreading over the city streets, rippled by the night wind blowing from nowhere, and gradually drifted away and dispersed.

Occasionally, one or two roars, perhaps from wolves or dogs, can be heard, mixed with squeaking sounds, forming a symphony of killing under the thick dark clouds.

The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. When mutated creatures of different races meet, the result will inevitably be a bloody conflict.

Crazy fighting, crazy bleeding, and the fishy smell of blood make the mutated creatures become even more manic and kill even more.

The feast of bloody massacre is unfolding vigorously in Linjiang City.

Xue Ling and Big Beard's team, except for the necessary guards, all others have entered a state of rest, because tomorrow, they will carry out the final mission, and only by keeping up their spirits can they be more confident.

Although once entering the cave, it would be a dead end, but they didn't know that.

After a few muffled groans, 08 let out a long breath. For a moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and then slowly recovered after a few seconds.

The intermittent moaning and gasping sounds floated into my ears, but they haven't stopped yet.

"Damn it, when will this happen?" 08 cursed in a low voice, expressing a very serious dissatisfaction with a certain man or woman in the next room. Of course, this kind of dissatisfaction was only whispered to himself, and he did not dare to say it to his face.

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I don't know how much time passed, but finally, after the increasingly rapid moans, there was a high-pitched scream and a suppressed roar. What was left was only violent breathing, and slowly fell into silence.

In the room, under the soft incandescent light, two naked bodies were lying quietly one above the other. Their bodies were covered with fine beads of sweat, and there was a faint blush under the skin after strenuous exercise. The air was filled with

The taste makes people blush and heartbeat.

After a long time, Tang Fan moved, straightened up, and left.

It feels so good, so good to the core.

Tang Fan twisted his body, and his bones made bursting sounds like fried beans. How to describe his feeling at this time?

For a moment, Tang Fan didn't know it himself, he just felt that the desire he had suppressed for a long time had been released, his body was satisfied, as if the pipes were unblocked, and the air seemed to be much more active when he breathed.

Although the muscles all over the body are a little sore and tired due to the high-intensity and long-term impact, mentally, there is no feeling of fatigue at all. Instead, after the excitement, it fell into silence, and it seemed as quiet as a windless lake, clear and transparent.

Except when he was upgrading, Tang Fan had never experienced this kind of extreme comfort. Even when he did this kind of thing before the devil came, he didn't feel as happy as he does now.

He lowered his head and looked at Xue Jiu. His long rose-red hair was messy, his cheeks were as red as if they were stained with blood, his eyes were tightly closed, and he had a very lazy and charming posture. His plump but flexible body had a faint crimson color and an incandescent soft light.

There was a crystal clear luster underneath, and the smell it exuded was like an aphrodisiac, leaving traces of madness.

Looking from top to bottom, inch by inch, looking at this charming and graceful body, Tang Fan felt a heat in his lower abdomen and he was ready to move again.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and took a piece of clothing to cover Xue Jiu's body. In normal times, he might be able to continue to indulge, but now, he still had to endure it.

Tang Fan also knew that after at least two hours of strenuous exercise, he himself was a little tired, and Xue Jiu fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion. If he continued, he was afraid that neither of them would be able to leave the room until dawn.

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Eat the marrow to know the taste. Desire is a gap that cannot be filled. If you don't control it, you will destroy yourself.

After wiping himself clean and putting on his clothes, Tang Fan sat down on the side and leaned on the sofa. He looked at Xue Jiu's slender legs exposed outside his clothes and reached out to caress them slowly.

It was as smooth and round as satin in the hand, and there was a kind of warmth. Xue Jiu, who was sleeping, seemed to be aware of it, and hummed softly, lazily and seductively.

"There were many ancient emperors who were addicted to women. Sure enough, a top-notch woman can bring unparalleled pleasure and enjoyment to men, making them intoxicated..."

As if talking to himself, he whispered, took out a cigarette and lighter from the storage space, and lit one.

Tang Fan rarely smokes, but that doesn't mean he doesn't smoke.

Occasionally, he would smoke when he was in a bad mood, when he was in a good mood, or when someone offered him something and couldn't refuse. At this time, Tang Fan was in a good and relaxed mood, and lighting up a cigarette was enough to have endless aftertaste.

White smoke curled up with loneliness, and under the incandescent light, it shone through the white smoke on Tang Fan's face, dimming and flickering.

"It's the fourth night..."

He flicked the ashes off his cigarette and muttered to himself.

It's the fourth night when the devil comes.

The first night was spent in a hotel, facing a large group of mutated creatures with a narrow escape; the second night was spent in the Baixin Commercial Building, surrounded by demons and mutated creatures; the third night was still in the

He spent it safely in the Baixin Shopping Mall; on the fourth night, he had an act that went beyond friendship with a beautiful woman.

A fragment appeared between the fingers, and it shimmered faintly under the incandescent light. Half of the viscous dark liquid inside was clearly visible, like a transparent black crystal.

Tang Fan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not practiced health-preserving skills for quite some time.

Every day before, I forgot about it because I was exhausted, but now that I have enjoyed it and have some leisure time, I can't help but think about it.

After extinguishing half of the cigarette and putting away the fragments, Tang Fan sat cross-legged and began to enter the state according to the health-preserving posture he had practiced for more than ten years.

There are some similarities between the practice of health-preserving skills and meditation, for example, they both require meditation.

Maybe it was habit, or maybe it was the tranquility after venting. In just a few seconds, Tang Fan fell into silence.

Tang Fan habitually focused his thoughts on the position three inches below his belly button, and wisps of warmth swirled around it. Tang Fan couldn't help but feel surprised.

Previously, due to the transformation of the Grimoire of the Undead, the health-preserving skills he had cultivated for many years were completely consumed, and he had no time to recover afterwards. According to normal principles, the lower Dantian should be empty at this time. Why?

Now there is a weak air current that is swirling and growing gradually.

Controlling this warm air flow, it accelerated its rotation, and the speed of growth suddenly increased, which surprised Tang Fan.

Perhaps there has been some change in the health-preserving skills that I am not aware of.