Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1276 Hunting the Devil in the Night

At the same time, Cairo Grand Hotel.

After bidding farewell to Vice President Castro, Albert left his old room shared with Paramitis and took the elevator to the top of the hotel, intending to check out his newly acquired luxury suite.

After the key card was brushed, the tiger almost flashed his cat's eyes by the luxuriously arranged arrangement in the door. However, he has lived in luxury rooms for several days, and it is not uncommon for those magnificent renovations. What really attracts Albert’s attention is the spaciousness and versatility of this room.

In addition to a seemingly comfortable open-plan twin bedroom, the special VIP room has a separate open kitchen, a great passenger elevator, and a game room with billiard darts and a bar. There is also a small swimming pool that extends outwards on the terrace. The glass curtain wall surrounds the pool water, giving people the illusion of swimming in the sky. Next to the terrace is a training room with equipment such as treadmills, exercise machines and weights racks for the guests to exercise anytime, anywhere.

And Mutter, this kitten has already taken a shower and practiced yoga on a rubber blanket with only one pair of shorts. The softness of the cat's body is a must, he twisted his limbs to an incredible point, letting his whole cat almost become a hair ball, and the muscles of Mut's whole body are soft and carry. The fluffy, soft hair made him look more like a cat's hair ball.

"Wow~" Albert blew a whistle toward the Cat Boy.

But Mutter just whitened the tiger and glanced: "Are you coming back? The fitness equipment here is very good, come and exercise."

"Are you crazy?" Albert sneered casually: "I have been working all day, I can't wait to go to bed immediately, but you want me to continue exercising?!"

"Siloma said that it is necessary to do a lot of physical exercise one hour before going to bed." Mutt said in a serious way: "Put your body to the limit, let the muscles of the body tear, and then go to rest." Once you are at rest, you can trigger the super-recovery effect of your body. When you wake up, your muscles will be stronger than before. By the way, the [super-recovery effect] is not the super-recovery ability of Uncle Felios. , [Super Recovery] Any normal person has it, but you are not aware of it."

"Hey--" Albert lay on a luxurious big bed with a look of disdain. Anyway, Mutter himself certainly does not understand these theories, but it is to copy what others have said.

"It's a waste to go to sleep without doing anything," Mutter continued. "So Hilo is right. The reason you are so weak is not because of innate deficiency, but because you are lazy."

"What?!" As if humiliated, Albert's whole person bounced from the bed, his forehead braved the blue veins, and looked at the cat man with anger. "What did you say? Dare to say it again?! "

"I said, you are so weak, it is entirely because of laziness." The cat-and-boys are not afraid of Albert's intimidation, even though the tiger can tie him up at any time to squash him: "I have watched the broadcast of your game. Honestly, you played badly in that fight."

More blue veins emerged from Albert's forehead. He squeaked his fist and was about to come over to give Mutter a good fight.

"Your action is hard and unresponsive, causing a lot of attacks that can be easily flashed off, but you can't do it." Mutt continued to say nothing, "You are too dependent on your talent, but you never know the original." On the basis of hard work, in the end, even your powerful explosive power that is unique to the tiger is dispensable and completely wasted. You only know how to eat old, rely on physique, rely on the performance of weapons, and your own The skill is dying, and the talents and the performance of the weapons cannot all be played out. In short, you are a sad lazy."

"Oh--" The tiger was deeply stung by the words of the other party. Although he believes that today's battle has been the best, but Mutter's words do not seem completely unreasonable.

"So you think that if I practice enough, I can improve my combat ability. Will adding a few ounces of muscle to my body make you stronger? Oh, there is such a good thing in the world."

"So you still don't understand at all." Mutter was sneer: "The result of the exercise is really just to increase the amount of muscle, but it is only a very small variable. What really makes you stronger is the process of practice. A lot of physical exercise improves the coordination between your limbs and the nervous system, temper your will and improve your self-confidence through hard training. Our American football players rely on the mentality. If there is no steel will and self The absolute confidence of your ability, when an opponent who is dozens of times stronger than you sprints toward you, you are likely to be scared to move."

Albert frowned, and the blue veins on the forehead disappeared completely. Although he did not want to admit it, the tiger knew that Mutter’s words were correct.

"Well, I exercised." The tiger-man youth walked down to a treadmill and began jogging.

Mutter did not say anything, continued to practice his yoga, and twisted his limbs to a more incredible point.

auzw.com The atmosphere in the room suddenly became stiff.

"So--" In order to ease the atmosphere, Albert ran and asked: "If I practice hard, my body may one day be like you, with superhuman softness?"

"Province province, it is impossible." Mutt denied it.

The tiger began to smell smug: "Do you really think that it is impossible? I am the man who even mastered Sphinx's [Sandstorms]!"

"Impossible is impossible." The cat-man teenager said: "My body is not the result of simple exercise, but some unnatural variation."

"What?!"

"Do you really want to hear?" Mutt stopped to practice yoga, rested on a rubber mat, and stared at Albert with a slightly mischievous look: "The story I want to say next can be Not a pleasant experience, it is **** and cruel, and may make you a nightmare."

"Oh, come on, I am a Warcraft hunter, killing countless horrible and brutal monsters, and killing people. What else can there be in the world to scare me?"

"That's good." Mutt reveals a look of [you are looking for] and begins to say: "First I have to ask you, do you know what is [octopus pot]?"

"The octopus pot? What kind of utensils are used in the marine park to show the octopus?"

"No. I said this [octopus pot] is a kind of torture device." The cat-and-rabbit boy smiled indifferently.

"Do you know that when a slave is too weak to work and is considered impossible to bring any benefits to his master, they are generally relentlessly abandoned. They are either killed or made [ Toys], for slave owners to enjoy. I am talking about [toy], not as gentle as a teddy bear doll. It is very cruel. [Octopus pot] is one of the materials for making such toys."

Albert frowned and his back began to cool, feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

Mutter pointed to the vase next to it. The vase was about one foot tall: "[The octopus pot] is basically a reinforced glass bottle, the size is similar to that of the vase. It has a hollow at the bottom to allow dirty things to flow away. Keep the pot a certain degree of cleanliness. Because such a pot is a permanent habitat after being made into a [toy] slave, it will not come out until it is dead.

Albert glanced at the vase and dismissed disdainfully: "Nonsense. How can such a small bottle mouth pretend to be the next person!"

"Oh, absolutely pretend." Mutt couldn't help but say a scary words: "After all the bones of the slave's limbs are broken, they can be stuffed in. If necessary, even the bones are broken. That person will become a veritable piece of meat that can basically be loaded into any suitable vessel."

The tiger took a deep breath and a disgusting feeling rushed in his throat.

"Yes, this is [Octopus pot]. It's very abnormal." Mutter said this time, the tone can not help but reveal a vague hatred: "The slaves who are broken bones will be put into this transparent glass pot. There is only one head left outside the pot, from now on to death, can no longer move, can only see the mood of the slave owner, and occasionally get some [nutrition liquid] to maintain their lives. They are basically for the slave owners to enjoy The situation is like putting flowers in a vase to decorate the environment.

They are naked and are ridiculed in transparent glass bottles. They are used by slave owners to show off their homes. On the other hand, they are used to kill chickens and monkeys. They are there to scare the slaves who can still work and let them work hard. Don't let yourself fall to this point.

The slaves who were made into [toys] will lose their human rights and dignity in the end, and they will die as if they were dead. If it is killed, the slave owner is nothing but a slave who has no ability to work. It is no big deal. "

"Don't, don't say it, it's disgusting."

"Huh." Mutt burst into a white smile: "Two years, two years. I was stuffed into the pot, made into a [toy], stored in a dark dungeon, and was abused. I How many times I want to bite my tongue, but I am so weak that I have no strength to bite my tongue. But when I was desperate, Sphinx bought me from the last slave owner - you Do you understand? He bought an [Octopus Pot], a garbage that has no value at all. He did not play me as a toy, but broke the octopus pot and saved me from dying. He ordered him to heal. I have become a waste of my own hands. For my worthless slave, Sphinx is the first in the world, and I am afraid that it is the only one who is kind to me."

Having said that, Mutter has been in tears, but he insisted on saying: "Then, after about a month, my body began to mutate."