Martial God

In the ice of the North Sea, the coldness of a person lying in the cold ice of Kawagawa seems to be ignorant, and he stretches his hands and feet as much as possible, and the whole body is trying to level off.

On his body, there are a lot of white gravel, which is glued like glue, and is tightly attached to his body.

His side has: people and two beasts, they take care of them in turn, once the white stone on this person falls off, they will be taken away immediately. And try to find a suitable new white stone replacement.

This action has been going on for a whole year.

Suddenly, the man’s arm moved slightly, and a large fist of gravel had fallen.

He Yiming reached out and took the piece of gravel away. It disappeared into the hand with a slight sway. But this time, he did not continue to take out the white stone, but with a look of hope, look at the person below.

"Yong, Baixi, will he wake up? Yuan Lidong came to his side and asked softly.

"Yes." He Yiming did not hesitate and said with a slap in the face: "He must be able to wake up." He blinked at the white stone pieces that covered the whole body and covered him. He Yiming seemed to be I cheered for myself: "These are the last batch of white stone pieces. Once he has absorbed it, he will be able to return to normal."

The eyes of the scorpion dragon were also collected from the white stone. For this. Mr. Bai, he has a sense of awe that he has in his heart.

Five thousand years ago, he was already a powerful Shinto who was famous all over the world. But even if it is his knowledge. I have never heard of such a magical life.

After collecting some white stones, this person is in front of his eyes, growing day by day with the naked eye, and as the body of one hundred and eight is getting bigger, he absorbs more and more. fast.

It was originally expected to take at least a few years, or even more than a decade to fully recover. It took only a little less than a year to grow into an ordinary person. Moreover, this batch of white stones covered him at this time. It will also be the last one.

At this moment, Xunzilong really can't wait to see what kind of character this incomparably magical hundred and eight.

"Roar

The scream of Bao pig’s sudden screaming, filled with a joyful taste.

He Yiming's eyes were condensed, and only the stones on the body of the hundred and eight were slowly falling off one by one. The same color in his eyes is full of surprises. Although there are some good powers in the white stone, this Xuanhe Yiming never cares so much, but a step to the hundred and eight. Beside, stretch your hand and wave it. Carefully sweep away those white stones that have fallen off. Tens of tense.

However, one hundred and eight did not wake up as he wished, and the eyes that were closed did not mean to open the door.

He Yiming opened his mouth and slowly sank in his heart.

Scorpion dragons and so on are also watching intently, and their hearts are equally expecting. after all. It is absolutely the first thing to grow up and resurrect in this way. If you are not interested, it is absolutely deceptive.

Bao pig snorted a few times, suddenly jumped up, and fell heavily on the chest of the hundred and eight, with the long nose relatives arched the head of the hundred and eight.

He Yiming extended his hand and wanted to stop, but stopped halfway. Since the hundred and eight are not awake, let the little guy of Bao pig try it.

The head of the hundred and eight is swaying with the arch of the pig, but there is no trace of opening his eyes.

Bao pig seems to be waiting impatiently, and it hits with a slap in his head.

However, the little guy forgot. On top of it's head, there is already a pair of hard antlers. And this is not an ordinary horn, but a symbol of the beast, and its hardness is definitely not inferior to any weapon of the gods.

So under the impact, the antlers and the face of the hundred and eight have come to the most intimate contact, under a series of Mars shooting, the face of the hundred and eight has a gap.

Bao pig was obviously stunned, and its small eyes dripped.

The scorpion dragon is watching this scene with a stunned look. The horn of the beast is one of the hardest places on the beast. The wound on the face is very deep. If the ordinary people smashed this. Absolutely will die. But the one hundred and eight, in a short period of one year, from the slap of the palm to the point where the geeks are now, can not be ignored.

He Yiming’s painful shot of his forehead, angry and yelling: "Bao pig, you come down."

Xiaobao pig also knows that he is in trouble, and he squats and walks slowly. However, it has not been waiting for it to lie on the ground, it has been smashed by one hand.

The eyes of He Yiming and others are bright at the same time. The owner of this hand turned out to be the one that was lying still on the ice.

"Hundred brothers, are you awake?" He Yiming asked with a pleasant surprise.

However, he did not receive an unexpected response.

After the 108 pigs were very straightforward, they climbed from the ice. The whole process was quite slow, and the mountain was just born and was not full of age, and it was like a child who would not be on the road.愕愕"A kind of stiff, sluggish feeling.

Standing straight, the body shook his head. As if I felt the discomfort on my face, he held the top of his head with his hand and gently pressed it down. The deep wound on his face suddenly disappeared.

The scorpion dragon took a sigh of relief, and he finally understood why He Yiming was so confident that he would return to normal.

Such magical powers are simply unbelievable. However, he changed his mind and thought it was relieved. This one hundred and eight, even the body can become so big, then healing a little bit of a small wound is not a simple matter.

Hundred and eight heads down, a pair of gem-like eyes curiously looked at the treasure pig in his hand, and Xiao Bao pig also rounded his eyes, a charming smile on his face.

This pair of combinations is quite interesting. One hundred and eight does not belong to this world, but Bao pig is the most unbelievable beast in the world. But since they met, they have become the best friends.

"You, yes, who?" asked one hundred and eighty words.

Bao pig’s smile was suddenly a stalemate. It called: “I am a treasure pig.”

It seems to be a bright light in the eyes of one hundred and eight. There was no expression of joy, just like the name of a stranger.

He Sanming’s heart was cold and tentative: “Hundred brothers, do you remember me?”

One hundred and eight hands were suddenly released, and the pigs suddenly fell on the ice. Of course, with its thick skin and roughness, it is naturally impossible to get hurt. It is just that there are many small eyes full of grievances staring at one hundred and eight. It seems to be greatly dissatisfied.

Raised his head, and the expression on his face made He Yiming still fresh in his memory.

At the time of the first encounter with the hundred and eight, his face was like this expression, the kind of gaze that is far more sluggish than the normal person, like a fool of a different thing.

"You don't remember me?" He Yiming slowed down and said slowly.

Hundred and eight raised his hand and suddenly said: "You are He Yiming."

He Yiming’s eyes were bright, and he was overjoyed. He nodded and laughed loudly. “Hundred brothers, it’s me, congratulations.”

However, Hundred and Eight did not show any happy expression, he still said with a blank expression: "I don't know you."

The laughter of He Yiming came to an abrupt end, and how strange the expression on his face was.

Several people face each other, after half a ring. Yuan Lihuang reached out and congratulated him: "Who is he?"

"He Yiming."

"Do you know him?" Everyone was relieved, Yuan Lidong asked again.

"I don't know." One hundred and eight exceptions simply said.

He Yiming opened his mouth, but now his heart became a mess, and nothing could be said.

"If you don't know him, why can you name him?" Yan Zilong stepped forward. He asked quietly.

One hundred and eight seriously thought about it, the eyes that are obviously not human are like the light of the sun. After a while, the light fades. He calmly said: "I don't know."

The scorpion dragon suddenly got angry, but for this mysterious guy, he didn't know much, and after seeing the abnormality of the hundred and eight, he had already had the idea of ​​doing it. So helpless shook his head. No more talking.

The white horse thundered forward and circled around the hundred and eight, smashed the tail and snorted.

Although the relationship between White Horse and Hundred and Eight is not very harmonious, the mind and the people at the moment are generally the same. I don't know what the white horse called, and the hundred and eight are obviously immersed in contemplation.

He Yiming grabbed the boring pig on the ground and asked softly: "What did the thunder say?" When asked this sentence, his heart was filled with a strange feeling.

In the past, he had meant to let the singer and white horses turn over, but now it is reversed. Let Bao pig translate.

Bao pig first snorted ~www.readwn.com~ said: "Thunder said, you, me and they are two family."

He Yiming’s heart was agitated. Although Lei Ting clearly squeezed Yuan Lihuang and Yan Zilong out when he said this, it was indeed the most authentic feeling in his heart.

They are four together, once traveled the world, after countless times of life and death, this relationship is definitely something that can be erased.

One hundred and eight sides with their heads, seemingly thinking about something, have not spoken for a long time.

He Yiming sighed and pulled his hand forward. He said, "Hundred brothers, don't think so much. Let me go."

The sound of one hundred and eight is still calm and waveless.

"Where to go?"

"We, go home!"

Zhai Zilong looked at He Yiming and others, I don't know why. In his heart, there was a feeling of extreme envy. Hidden. He also seems to think of some long-standing past events, and a warm feeling that is already quite strange has slowly emerged.