Book of Gods and Demons

　　 I drank a tube of basic strength potion in one gulp.

　　 Joe’s face was twisted abruptly, and the terrible stench was like a sticky glue, slowly flowing down the throat into his abdomen. Joe felt that every inch of his body was filled with a suffocating stench.

　　 Joe clutched his throat with both hands and screamed hoarsely: "Who invented this **** potion, may the wild dog chew his head!"

　　 Compared with the diluted version of the past eighteen years, the original power potion has a terrible taste comparable to poison.

　　 Joe gasped in a deep breath. He tried his best to ignore the terrible stench in his body and began to run in small steps around the training room. In just a few breaths, his body was sweating profusely, and his white skin was burnt red.

　　 In Joe's belly, a huge heat exploded frantically.

　　 is dozens of times stronger than the calories he gushes out of his body after drinking tiger milk every night.

　　Perhaps because of the ‘Crimson’ reason, when he was studying in the Judicial School, Joe, who was not too bright in his head, had somehow unforgettable ability and a terrifying comprehension.

　　 The kinetic content of "The Basic Breathing Method of the Imperial Army" has been memorized by heart. As Joe ran, he began to twist his body weirdly according to the contents of the pamphlet, and at the same time began to constantly change his breathing rhythm, trying to capture the strange rhythm.

　　 In the depths of his pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic circle slowly rotated, and Joe was immersed in an inexplicable and wonderful state for almost an instant.

　　 His breathing became long and deep, as if every time he inhaled he had to swallow all the existence around him, and every time he exhaled, he seemed to squirt out all the useless impurities accumulated in his body.

　　 When he ran at short steps, he raised his hands and feet and twisted his body, and there was an inexplicable wild aura exuding.

　　 Breathing and movement combined, on Qiao Baihuahua’s skin, gray sweat quickly flowed with black dirt the size of a needle tip. A stench that was more unpleasant than the basic strength potion emerged from him.

　　 Joe fell into an incredible wonderland.

　　 Hessian stared at Joe running like a ghost for a long, long time. After more than an hour, when he found that Joe had indeed been immersed in the most correct cultivation state of the'Basic Breathing Method', he shook his head, slightly opened his mouth, and quietly left the training room with an unbelievable expression.

　　 "Joe, is actually a genius? Of course, my son should be a genius. But, he hasn't shown it in the past, it must be like this, it must be true!"

　　 After Hesse left the training room, about a quarter of an hour later, Laplace's voice suddenly sounded in Joe's mind.

　　 "Inferior potions, too many impurities, this will make your practice more effective."

　　 "It's your breathing method..."

　　Raplahi's sudden appearance made Joe, who was gradually immersed in a certain inexplicable mood, had his heart twitched, his breath suddenly became disordered, and his movements suddenly became unbalanced.

With 　　 ‘boom’, Qiao fell heavily to the ground, his fork in his lungs in one breath, the pain almost made him cry.

　　 "Asshole, don't come out suddenly." Joe murmured angrily: "Inferior potion? Then, can you show me the potion that is not inferior? This is a high-end product of one hundred gold marks!"

"Is there a problem with my breathing method?" Qiao heavily spouted a cloud of air from his nostrils: "Hessen said that this is the secret technique of the Imperial Army. In the Imperial Army, only a few people master it, especially It is strictly forbidden to flow into the private sector."

　　 "The entire Port of Tulum, except for the garrison, only this one! Only this one, do you know?" Joe flaunted triumphantly.

Laplace's shrill voice sounded faintly: "Oh, isn't it? I don't mean it is too bad, but it is a little too good, ignorant. Hehe, hehe, hehe, it really surprised me inexplicably, If the army of the Durham Empire, the so-called basic breathing methods are at this level..."

　　 Laplacian coughed a few times, and Joe could even think of this guy in his mind, and then he was choked by the smoke.

After a while, Laplace’s voice came again: "However, no matter how good the breathing method is, it is only the work of the superficial wisdom of the ignorant. It is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning... But since you like it. , Then, generous Laplace, let's customize some special services for you."

　　 "Life is long. You and I accompany each other. When you meet for the first time, it's just a small gift from me. You don't need to be grateful."

　　 "Hmm, wait for a while, let me think about what this gift should look like."

　　 Joe was lying on the ground, squinting, and deep in his pupils, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic circle was slowly rotating. His brain was extremely calm and awake at this moment. He started word by word, pondering the meaning of what Laplace said.

　　If Laplace is the true omniscient.

　　 Then, his value is beyond Joe's imagination.

　　 Similarly, Hessian was so frivolous, so disapproving, and indifferent to Joe's "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method", it is not that simple.

　　 But why does Hessian make such an excuse?

　　Because it is a contraband?

"Isn't it just a bit of contraband? It made me so nervous." Joe curled his lips: "Thinking I was a child, don't you know the origin of the gold medal rum in the family port warehouse? In a hundred boxes, Ninety-nine boxes are smuggled goods. Isn’t it just a bit of contraband?"

　　 "Pretending to be, this breathing method must come from the wrong way, but it doesn't matter. Good things are all contraband."

　　 stood up, and Joe continued to run in small steps around the training room. While capturing the strange breathing rate, while using strange rhythms, shaking his arms and twisting his body, this made his running look very strange, and strange wildness flowed out of his body again.

　　 In his eyes, a faint blush is flowing, and the anger in my heart is breeding and spreading.

　　 The magic circle in Joe's pupils was spinning, spinning, releasing invisible fluctuations, suppressing the spreading anger in his heart.

　　 The training room where Qiao was located went deep into the ground. Right above the training room, separated by ten feet of huge boulders and bricks, and separated by twenty feet of soil, there were twelve circular sycamore trees on the ground.

The three people hug the thick and thin plane trees that are quite old. They form a circle with a diameter of one hundred feet. Their branches are staggered tens of feet above the ground. Above the circular open space, they support a huge wooden tree. house.

　　 The circular tree house, except for a window facing Tulum Harbor, is open, all other windows are closed tightly, and the tightly fitted windows cut off all light and peeping sight.

　　 Beside the only window that opened, Hessian was sitting at a square table with a cigar in his mouth, holding a bottle of gold medal rum, and he poured himself a full glass.

　　 shook the small half bottle of wine bottle, Hessian reached out and grabbed another crystal wine glass, carefully dripped three drops of amber wine into it, and then put the wine glass down heavily.

　　 Putting down the wine bottle, Hessian grabbed a bottle of natural gas soaked water on the wine cabinet behind him, pulled out the cork, shook it, and filled the glass with ‘gudu’.

　　 The amber liquor is quickly diluted with sparkling water.

　　 Hessian put down the water bottle, the cigar in his mouth moved, and he squeezed a sentence from the corner of his mouth: "As a man, you should drink alcohol."

　　 On the opposite side of the square table, a heavy velvet curtain hung down, and the rising moonlight fell on the curtain, and a large black shadow was sprinkled on the opposite side of the square table. A man in a long cloak was hidden in the black shadow.

Hearing Hessian's words, the man chuckled in a low voice, stretched out a hand wearing a black silk glove, raised the wine glass in front of him, and raised it to Hessian: "Drink, mistake. Don't drink, sad. So, the meaning is enough."

　　 The man spoke sternly, and there was an extremely short pause between each word, as if every word he said had been uttered after careful consideration.

　　 Hessian laughed and put the cigar in his mouth on a crystal ashtray. He picked up a full glass of rum and touched the glass heavily with the man.

　　 Hessian drank a full glass of wine, and the man put the wine glass to his lips and took a light sip.

　　 Hesen's face drooped, and his two-handed beard became weak.

　　 "I think you used to drink better than me back then!" Hessen snorted.

　　 "It's now, I still drink better than you, but, drinking, after all a mistake, isn't it?" The man smiled and put down his glass: "Then, let's talk about serious matters."

　　 "Joe actually relied on his own strength to open the sea of ​​power." The man tapped the tabletop with his fingers: "I originally thought that with his physical condition, it would be delayed by at least three to five years!"

Hessian rolled his eyes, squinted at him, and sneered: "Joe is my Hessian's son. My Rittal family has only one advantage, that is, wealth. Even a weak lamb, as long as he is willing to spend money, You can grow a bear!"

　　 filled himself with a glass of wine again, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Hessen said with emotion: "However, it was indeed beyond my expectation. Originally, I thought that although the life energy accumulation was completed, with his character, it would take at least a few months before the water overflowed, naturally. To open up a sea of ​​power."

　　 patted his chest lightly, and Hessian said with a little fear: "I didn't expect it was so dangerous last night, he actually broke through on the battlefield."

　　 The man tapped his fingers heavily on the desktop: "Danger? Instead of thinking too much about the danger, it is better to think about the responsibilities he must bear. Just like Gorkin, like Tifa..."

　　 Hessian was silent.

　　 He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one fell swoop.

　　 "Responsibility, responsibility, responsibility..." Hessian played with the wine glass: "Open the sea of ​​power and practice that breathing method. I only hope that Joe has enough power to protect himself. As for responsibility..."

　　As soon as the conversation turned, Hessian began to describe the whole process of teaching Joe's breathing method, and Joe went straight to the right track of the practice: "Perhaps, it was really the favor of the gods. After last night, I felt that Joe was like a different person."

　　 The man stood up abruptly, raised his arms high and cheered in a low voice: "Before him, the one with the record and the fastest getting started took a full month, a full month!"

　　 The man hissed: "And Joe, how long did he use? For a long time? This is destiny, Joe must take responsibility!"

　　 put down the wine glass heavily, Hessian stood up and hit the man with a punch in the face. The man fell heavily to the ground, lying on the ground without moving for a long time.

　　 "Do you believe it? Fate? Liya will stab you to death! This may be your future destiny!"

　　 The man lay on the ground, and after a while, he said slowly: "Responsibility, impossible, avoid."