Urban Super Soldier King

Han Fei doesn't know how cold it is here. Anyway, when he ate barbecue and ice beer with a group of teammates in winter, Han Fei felt much more comfortable than he is now. In his impression, he had never had goose bumps because of the cold.

When things go wrong, there will be demons! Han Fei's spirit is 12 minutes in a moment. A heat flow rises from his belly and then flows into his four limbs. Han Fei finally feels a little warmer and his senses are greatly improved than before.

Under the street lamp in the distance, it seems that there is a person with a grimace mask standing there vaguely. His body shape is not true. Rao Shi can only barely see a general outline with Han Fei's eyesight.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Han Fei could feel the disdain and ridicule. At this moment, the feeling of being watched from the back came again, which was so swift and direct. Although Han Fei didn't turn around, he knew that something was rushing towards him at the extreme speed.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, now!

Han Fei swept out with a fierce leg, and the light and shadow became blurred where he passed. This was the first time Han Fei made an unreserved move after he came to China.

"Bang!"

The introverted energy swept by like a knife. Seven or eight roadside trees were broken. Han Fei's scalp was numb. He didn't even have a ghost in front of him. He kicked it out!

At this time, Han Fei felt as if he was entangled by a pair of invisible hands. That feeling was like a maggot of tarsal bone. A bone piercing cold came directly from his calf.

"Play the devil! I want to die Han Fei moves the real fire, waves a fist and smashes it down toward the hard cement road. All the cement boards within a radius of 10 meters are cracked. Han Fei faintly feels a cry, and the cold on his leg is gone in an instant.

"Who's hiding! There's seed out there! " Han Fei roared around at nobody.

It was quiet as death around, like silent ridicule, and then the chilly feeling reappeared.

Although Han Fei can't see it, the instinct honed in countless battles has made his body react correctly. He suddenly flashes. Han Fei reaches out to the void ahead and grabs it. His tentacles are cold with a corrosive acid. Just a touch, Han Fei feels numb in his left hand.

"What is it?" Han Fei was cruel in his heart, and his right fist was smashed up in a moment.

Sure enough, the punch is empty again. Although Han Fei can't see anything, he can also feel something like air flow around his fist and escape.

If ordinary people encounter this scene, they will be scared to pee even if they are not scared to be silly. But who is Han Fei? He was once a fierce man who had been sleeping with a skeleton all night. Although this scene makes him feel numb, that's all.

It's hard to tell the truth, and it's not a big threat to Han Fei. It's the kind of bone chilling that comes all the time that makes Han Fei have a headache.

This kind of Yin cold comes and goes without a trace. Every time he invades without any sign, Han Fei can't help shivering. His temperature drops sharply. He feels that his blood is about to solidify, and even his will is a little fuzzy.

At this time, Han Fei would lift his breath to dispel the chill. After his body regained some consciousness, he avoided the fatal blow again and again.

"If you go on like this, you won't be killed at any time." Han Fei knows that he has been overcast. He can't think much about it. He must leave here as soon as possible.

Han Fei is full of strength and rushes forward. The distance of three streets is far for others, but it's nothing for Han Fei who runs at full speed.

Seeing that Han Fei is about to rush out to enter the main road in front of the traffic, the people in the dark are in a hurry, which inevitably reveals some flaws. Before, he perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, coupled with the cover up of the night, even Han Fei failed to find anything abnormal.

But now

Han Fei shows a sneer, flicks his middle finger and shoots a coin bullet in a certain direction. Then, Han Fei feels that the cold air of pursuing is like an explosion. Han Fei's speed is very fast, but it's still a little slow.

That kind of feeling, just like in winter, someone poured a bucket of ice water from head to foot. Han Fei shivered all over. The deep chill made his will fuzzy, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

There are more than a hundred meters in front of the main road into the bustling lights, but Han Fei feels that he can't walk past.

Now Han Fei only feels tired and sleepy. He wants to go to sleep, but he is so energetic that he doesn't dare to go to sleep. The path is quiet. Just at this time, a slight sound of footsteps rings out. It seems that a person is walking far behind him.

It seems that I saw Han Fei lying in front of me, and the man behind me ran to this place excitedly. Along the way, he laughed like a fool, listening to the special people on the dark path.

Han Fei has an illusion that it's like a rotten dog who suddenly sees the flesh and bones. He chases it regardless of everything. Then he plops. The guy should have fallen down, but the funny smile never stops. In an instant, he runs towards this side with a funny smile.

Even if Han Fei now also feels in the heart to explode hair, what thing is running behind him after all! Running so fast and falling to the ground, it's a person who has to cry at least twice!

But this guy even had a funny smile, as if he didn't feel pain when he fell on the ground. He just got up and continued to run forward.

"I don't think I met a fool." Han Fei left a few drops of cold sweat.

Han Fei struggles to get up when he remembers the figure with a grimace mask he saw before. It's much more dangerous to meet a violent madman in the wild.

Han Fei struggled to get up from the ground and was cold all over. His body was almost stiff. He felt tired and sleepy.

"It would be nice to have a cigarette at this time." Han Fei is thinking, suddenly realized that today's kitchen Li Bo did not give himself a pack of cigarettes?

Han Fei subconsciously put his hand into his pocket and asked for the cigarette.

Three homemade cigarettes are lying askew in the old cigarette case. The roll paper of one of them is torn from a newspaper of the last decade. Some parts of the yellowing paper have cracked, exposing the burnt tobacco inside.

"The old man didn't give me the old goods. He was really stingy." Han Fei said to himself.

At this time, it's good to have a cigarette to smoke. Han Fei is not picky either. He picks up a cigarette and puts it into his mouth. The lighter "bares" and gives out a flame. When the sparks flash, Han Fei emits a long puff of smoke. He immediately expresses his sympathy to the female relatives of Li Bo's ancestors of 18 generations.

I'm afraid even the cut tobacco is a moldy old product decades ago.

Han Fei didn't feel any better when he took this puff. Instead, he felt nauseous and wanted to spit out all the meals overnight, full of mildew and bitterness.

Han Fei felt like he was eating several bitter melons with boiled Chinese medicine, and his face turned purple.

But strange to say, after a period of intense pain, Han Fei feels that his body seems to be a little warm, and his brain has become sober. Han Fei is just about to take a second puff, and is shocked to find that the cigarette is almost burnt out!

"So fast? Or am I a little confused? " Han Fei didn't think much about it. He lit the second cigarette and smoked it. The entrance was still unbearable bitter. However, Han Fei had already adapted to it. This time, he took two or three puffs, and the cigarette on his hand was burnt out.

At the moment when Han Fei lit the third cigarette, he seemed to hear a sharp scream in a trance. He suddenly turned around, and there was no ghost behind him.

Han Fei didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Subconsciously, he put the cigarette in his hand to his mouth. He was surprised to find that this cigarette was even more watery than the first one. Before he smoked a mouthful, it had already burned into a pinch of ash. There was only a cigarette end less than half a centimeter between his fingers.