First Class Genius

Han Fei woke up with pain.

The mud pill palace is tingling, and Dantian is also very uncomfortable. Coupled with the displacement of the five zang organs, there are many fractures in the whole body. Even if he blinked, Han Fei showed his teeth in pain.

"Thief God - your uncle - cough -" even if the pain is unbearable, Han Fei should scold, otherwise, Han Fei really can't vent this evil spirit in his heart.

Open your mouth and curse God. There is a smell of burnt hair in your mouth. No hands at all. Han Fei knows that his hair and eyebrows are gone. His eyes turned upward and he saw a black patch.

"Ouch -- ouch --"

Han Fei wailed. I hope someone can find themselves. Hunger is a small thing. How to leave this damn place now is a problem.

The clothes are gone and the storage ring is broken.

Han Fei's only remaining item now is a half keel knife. Compared with before, this half keel knife is not as powerful and domineering as before, and nine times out of ten it has become scrap iron.

But. Han Fei can't throw it.

This half keel knife is Han Fei's only dependence.

The storage ring is gone. So many pills and herbs are gone. Even if Han Fei wants to refine pills now, the alchemy furnace is gone!

Han Fei lay naked on the cold ground, and the blood on the surface of his body had long solidified into layers of black spots like fish scales. Perhaps because of the long coma, it's giving off a disgusting smell at the moment.

After several weeks of slow operation of the secret formula, the body recovered a lot. The viscera were not as painful as before, and the annoying tingling feeling of the mud pill palace disappeared.

It's just that Xiaoqing doesn't respond at all!

"Xiaoqing!"

Han Fei endured the pain, clenched his teeth and shouted Xiaoqing. However, Xiaoqing's reaction is useless. Her body is floating behind the divine personality, just like floating and sinking!

Dantian is fine. The damage is not serious. On the surface, there is no problem. However, the situation within the divine space made Han Fei take a breath!

When the secret formula works, it can only absorb a small amount of vitality into the body. There was no anger around the body. The situation in the divine lattice is similar to the immediate environment, with a previously filled cyan smell. Now it's thin. If you don't use the secret formula, I'm afraid it's hard to see a trace.

"What a pity! If there is a living spar, then I can quickly recover my vitality! That can also wake Xiaoqing up! It seems that Xiaoqing should be hungry and dizzy! "

Xiaoqing is not dead, just unconscious. In Han Fei's opinion, it must be because there is too little Qi of life in the divine lattice!

"What the hell is this?" The feeling of not wearing clothes is always strange. There was no one around, not even an ant or reptile. Han Fei still felt that someone was lying down and peeking at himself.

Stagger up. A half keel knife becomes a crutch. Every time he moves forward, Han Fei can hear the click of his bones!

The body is seriously damaged, and the divine personality can't be used for the time being. Han Fei can't trample on the void easily at ordinary times. Even if his body was not injured, Han Fei was afraid that he could not step on the void now. The mud pill palace was tingling and cracking. Tears flowed down every time he breathed.

The pain is extreme. Han Fei is numb!

However, Han Fei still insisted on moving, and his eyes moved forward with determination. Han Fei didn't know how far the black gas shrouded area was.

However, without leaving those black gases, Xiaoqing may die. If Xiaoqing dies. Then his own divine personality becomes an empty shelf.

Besides, Xiaoqing is herself. This time, if Xiaoqing didn't do it in time, he might have been killed by Tianji old man!

"Where's the secret chessboard?"

"Shit -"

Thinking of the Tianji chessboard, Han Fei suffered a lot of flesh pain. The storage ring disappeared. I'm afraid the Tianji chessboard is gone. After working so hard for so many days, I didn't get any benefits in the end!

"Ah -- ouch, those immortal treasures --"

"So many pills!"

"So many herbs!"

"And so much spar --"

……

Thinking about the things he lost, Han Fei's heart hurt more. Look at yourself now. It can really be described as nothing.

Every few steps to stop, a large number of black flakes will fall on the sides of his feet, which are stained with the blood on the surface of Han Fei's body. After it dried up, it began to fall like dandruff.

"Shit—— My skin is black! "

Han Fei rubbed his skin with his hands and rubbed it very hard. The skin is still black! Perhaps because of too much force, the skin turns a little red, and then turns black again!

It's as black as the bottom of a pot!

"Nigger!"

Where the black air is shrouded, the light is dim, but the shiny stones that put their face close to the ground can still vaguely see their own irrelevant!

If you can choose, Han Fei would rather not see it!

How could a man like a ghost himself. In addition to the white teeth, there is no trace of white on the bald head!

It's over!

Han Fei endured the feeling of vomiting and looked at it repeatedly. Even picked up a stone. Rub your black face hard. It's as thick and wear-resistant as your skin. The color of the black paint doesn't mean to disappear!

It's completely dark!

Raise your arm and see the unhealed wound. Han Fei found that his muscles were black. Divine sense sweeps, Han Fei almost screams!

Bones! Meridians! The viscera are black! The blood is still red, but it also emits black and red light against the background of muscles and blood vessels!

"Thief, God, you chop me to death!"

Han Fei, who always cares about his appearance, has an impulse to die at the moment. Although his facial features are still the same, his whole body seems to have been painted black. The handsome Han Fei is gone!

Han Fei has experienced similar things before, but Han Fei has never been so desperate as now!

"Thief, my God, you! Why don't you chop me to death! "

Old man Tianji will only kill himself. He must have no time to coat himself with black paint. Before the coma, when he was hit by the big fireball, Han Fei was psychologically prepared, but he didn't expect this result!

Old man Tianji should be dead!

Even if you don't die, you don't have to worry about it in the future!

However, how can I meet people like this?

"Just live!" After a moment, Han Fei figured it out. Pain or black skin, compared with a cold body, everything is beautiful now!

You can breathe the dirty air!

Facial features and limbs can move normally. Isn't that good?

Although I'm poor now, those things are outside my body!

"Everything will be fine! Han Fei, come on! " After comforting himself for an hour, his mood calmed down a little. Han Fei didn't care what direction he was going, and went on his way in the direction of thin black air.

Now, Han Fei has only one goal. Leave the black area and find a place with water and food to recuperate your body.

Hair and beard will be there! It's better to be a little dark so that women don't always fantasize about themselves.

"Shit - hungry!"

Han Fei stumbled forward and unconsciously accelerated his speed!