The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Although Solo's pills are extremely miraculous, but the injuries in his body are too serious, forcing his limp body forward, Solo groped forward through the rainwater all over the ground.

With the help of the light of lightning, Solo searched hard, and soon, at the foot of a low mountain, he finally found a dry cave.

Solo didn't care if there were any beasts inside, so he stumbled into it, and then fell headfirst into the cave...

After resting for a while, Solo endured the pain all over his body and got up, and began to meditate to heal his injuries.

Suolong Jue was fully activated, and the internal energy slowly circulated in his body, repairing the injured meridian, and white mist steamed from his clothes...

This time, Solo's injury is added to the injury, and it will not be possible to recover in a short time. Although his pills are against the sky and he is a genius doctor, he still needs time to adjust his body...

When the sky was getting dark, Solo slowly withdrew his kung fu, and swallowed a breath of white air from his mouth like a rainbow piercing his eyes. Although his kung fu recovered well and the disordered meridians in his body had been straightened out, his internal injuries had to be healed. Thirty to forty percent...

Although he lost his life, a new day is about to begin, and his escape path is still not over. If this continues, I'm afraid you, Yan Laowu, must come and ask him for help...

After trying to move his body, Solo's face was filled with bitterness. He was injured too badly, and he would not be able to recover in a short time. Whether he can survive today may be a problem...

Solo never gave up until the last moment.

Suo Luo felt pain in his heart, dragged his seriously injured body and walked out of the cave step by step, and then the excited expression appeared on his face again:

"Damn, God, you are too much of a buddy. A heavy rain last night let me escape, but today...hehe...hehehehe..." Solo's face instantly spread a doggy smile ...

The heavy rain had stopped outside the cave, but the forest was completely white, there was no one within three steps, and there was a thick fog in the forest.

Solo was really pleasantly surprised. After the heavy rain last night, there must be no trace of his scent left on the road.

Even if there is still a silly dog ​​left behind against the Lord, I am afraid it will be difficult to play a role, and at this time the fog is rising again, and it is difficult for the silly bird to catch his trace.

Striding out of the cave, he found a mountain spring to wash, and caught a big fish in the water in an instant. He moved his hands quickly, cleaned the fish, put it in the water and rinsed it again. eat up.

Although Solo's craftsmanship is good, but for his wives, she will be very attentive. If it's just him, he would rather eat raw than cook a delicious meal for himself...

Solo gnawed on the raw fish fiercely, thinking in his mind that at this moment, the mountains were covered by fog, and it would take at least a day for those people to find him...

One day... Where can I find me?Damn, I don't even know where I am now, will you guys know?

Thinking of this, Solo smirked for a while...

If you give him another day and one night, with his miraculous medical methods and kung fu skills, at least he can restore seven or eight successes without any problem, and then he can calmly deal with his pursuers.

After Solo thought of this, he turned around and went back to the cave again. After taking two pills, he immediately began retreating to heal his wounds. He was racing against time...

Sure enough, the hunters did not find any trace of him for a whole day. The forest after the rain was very humid, and all the hunters were drenched in water, but they found no valuable clues.

At the same time, they also slowed down their search speed. First, they were afraid that Solo would be missed, and second, they were afraid that Solo would give them another sneak attack on Pearl Harbor...

Solo spent his life in the cave to restore his body and heal his seriously injured body. By night, most of his injuries had healed. He believed that after another night, at least [-]% of his injuries could be recovered.

Solo sat cross-legged in the middle of the cave, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Fuck... If you don't die, you will definitely not die, you bastards, you wait for me, I will definitely make you pay a painful price...

Wait, you wait for me, when Grandpa's body recovers completely, none of you can even try to get out of the mountain, I will fight with you to the end..."

He had already killed more than a dozen martial arts masters among the pursuers, and lost more than half of them. One of the three strongest old guys was also killed.

The remaining pursuers who have not reached the realm of martial saints are not in his eyes.Solo decided to wait for his body to recover, and frantically counterattacked and killed the enemies, killing them all in the mountains.

At dawn, Solo woke up from meditation, his injury was [-]% healed, and now he is confident to fight even in the face of the enemy's siege.

Coincidentally, at this moment, in the dense forest, the barking and shouting of eagles and dogs spread far into the cave...

Solo got up and walked out of the cave, looked at the dark sky, with a cold smile on his face, God really helped him, it was still rainy till now.

Although the rain was not heavy, it definitely brought great difficulties to the enemy's hunting operations. It was not until here that Solo felt a deep awe of God.

"God, don't take it for granted that the boy was disrespectful to you in the past. When the boy returns to Huaxia, he will pay homage to you every year..."

After Solo prayed in his heart, he had no choice but to start his escape journey again, over the short mountain, and headed for the depths of the mountain...

Solo's speed is not slow, and now his skill has fully recovered, but his injury is still a little bit worse, so he ran out in one breath and had to go a hundred miles away before stopping.

He decided to avoid those pursuers for the time being before his body fully recovered. The wretched man will never make a loss-making business...

Feeling slightly, there was no trace of the enemy in the rear. Solo randomly found a hidden cave and continued to meditate and adjust his breath. When the afternoon came and his injury was only a little bit away from recovery, the enemy The voice came from far away again...

Solo sat in the cave and looked out. He didn't mean to leave immediately, because it was going to be dark soon. Even if they found out, they wanted to find their own door by speeding up in the dark at their own speed. nothing.

At the same time, Solo has no intention of running away, and now his skills are almost recovered. If there is a chance... hehe... the moon is dark and the wind is high, what would be more meaningful to do?

The enemy didn't move forward after appearing in Solo's field of vision, but just wandered around in the dense forest ahead, and it seemed that they didn't want to pursue them in the dark.

Soon it was getting dark, and while there was still some light, the enemy began to arrange camping, busy building tents, lighting fires and cooking, busy...

But what they didn't know was that in the cave not far from them, there was a pair of eyes staring at them without blinking...

The forest on a rainy night is scary and gloomy, the beasts in the distance roared dully, and the rainwater fell on the branches and leaves making all kinds of weird sounds.

Several bonfires were lit outside the enemy's tent but were extinguished by the heavy rain. In the middle of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the drizzle turned into a torrential rain. Shuitian Zeguo...

At this time, Solo woke up from his practice and slowly opened his eyes. The miracle doctor is not called for nothing, and the Suolong Jue is indeed a god-given skill. Now Solo feels that his whole body has inexhaustible power. Because it is only the last line to reach the realm of transformation...

dark night.

Represents the end and death...

It belongs only to Grim Reaper, this is Grim Reaper's time...

In the darkness, a black figure flashed past, passing by so fast that you would not be noticed, like a ghost on a rainy night, approaching the tent in the forest almost without touching the ground.

The murderous intent has been well restrained and hidden, but a strange depressive atmosphere has permeated the entire dense forest...

Solo's right hand is the broken knife that has made great achievements in battle for him, and his left hand is the sharp Qianlong soft sword. The rainwater will automatically slide to the side within a foot of his body without making any changes. ...

He turned into a ghost and merged into the night, and quickly approached the tent...

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the enemies in the tent had been physically and mentally exhausted after days of searching, and all of them entered into unconscious meditation.

And the few enemies who arranged to stand guard outside also returned to their tents when the heavy rain fell suddenly in the second half of the night and began to meditate...

This is a night that only belongs to the god of death...

Solo restrained all his aura, and his figure merged into the night. Although there was a killing intent in his heart, the murderous aura did not reveal a single bit.

The broken knife, which was stained red by the blood, slashed open a tent soundlessly, blood spattered and sprayed, and the heads of four sleeping masters rolled down.

The figure retreated silently, and came to another tent like a ghost. The broken knife was lightly lifted, and the tent was cut open. The body of the enemy in training was instantly crushed by Qianlong...

The torrential rain seemed to be venting something, and it fell more violently, beating the mountains with the sound of galloping horses...

rumbling...

clack clack...

Thunderbolts and lightning raged endlessly in the sky. On this night of thunderstorms, the god of death officially announced the ownership of this mountain forest, and ghosts wandered everywhere. Yan Laowang smiled and stretched out his enthusiastic hands to each life...

The whole mountain forest is filled with a breath of death...

For the hunters, this is definitely a night of death without pain, and to die quietly. This might not be the best choice for every sinful soul...

Solo has already picked up five tents again and again, and twenty human heads have rolled to the ground. At this moment, Solo only has a cold killing intent, but no mercy.

He shot ruthlessly, and he didn't even feel the slightest wave of emotion in his heart, as if what he killed was not a person, but a piece of wood...

The reality is cruel. If you don't kill people, you have to wait to be killed. There is no second choice...

When Solo opened the sixth tent, the two most powerful old men finally felt the strange atmosphere and the breath of death with their sixth sense and life experience...