Nangong Chu raised his hands violently, looking at the white and delicate palm like mutton fat and white jade, Nangong Chu screamed miserably: "I'm dizzy! Is this my hand?"

Nangong Chu remembered that after his right hand was completely abolished by Ouyang Wang's Split Muscle and Bone Wrong Hand, the body on his arm slowly shrank and became rough and black and yellow, like a monkey's paw.

Now in this right arm, the muscles and bones have been reborn, and the complexion is crystal and delicate, as if it has grown again. Shaking it hard, the muscles on his arm bulged, and he seemed to be able to feel the flow of blood on his arm, and a sense of confidence that he could control heaven and earth surged up again in Nangong Chu's heart.

"Ah!" raised his arms and shouted, and the decadent and gloomy aura that had filled Nangong Chu's heart for a while disappeared in an instant. The arms of the newborn, the meridians of the newborn, is there anything more pleasing to Nangong Chu?

The miraculous medical skills of the Wuyinlou Medical Hall, the instruments that are so advanced that they can only appear in science fiction movies, can reshape people's flesh and bones, it is really amazing.

Feeling the feeling of blood connection on his arm, the energetic muscles and flesh, Nangong Chu was ecstatic, but also felt incredible about Old Man Ye's methods.

The meridians are broken, this is a recognized terminal disease in the ancient martial arts ability world.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Nangong Chu opened the straw curtain hanging on the door and strode out.

As soon as he went out, Nangong Chu was stunned.

In front of me, there is an endless field of emerald green, and the green and almost blue green grass stretches from the foot to the end of the sky.

There was not a trace of clouds in the blue sky, and the clear sun hung high in the sky, and the infinite light and heat sprinkled down, giving this boundless prairie a layer of dazzling gold edges.

The wild flowers grow in the grass, and the boundless grassland seems to have more colorful iridescent colors everywhere, and the iridescent colors on the ground.

Flocks of cows, horses and livestock are wandering comfortably on the grassland, and large swarms of bees are rising and falling far and near, and you can hear the cries of cows and horses and the fluttering wings of bees.

In the distance, a goshawk suddenly fell from the sky, waving its claws and swooping down on a low-flying swallow.

Nangong Chu staged a life-and-death chase in front of him, with a weak swallow flying in front and a goshawk chasing behind. On the vast grassland, two black shadows flew up and down, turning and moving.

Natural selection, the weak eat the strong, the goshawk fights the swallow, and the swallow becomes the goshawk's belly, which is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth, and the weak are destined to become the stepping stones of the strong.

The swallow seemed to have flown exhausted, the swing of its wings had gradually slowed down, and the goshawk's wings flapped into the wind, and when he saw that it was about to catch up, the swallow could not escape the goshawk's claws.

Nangong Chu suddenly let out a long roar, twisted his body, and shot out towards the goshawk like an arrow. As if it didn't touch the ground, it crossed a distance of twenty or thirty zhang in an instant.

As soon as the goshawk spread its wings, Nangong Chu swooped into the air. I only heard the cry of the swallow, which had fallen under the claws of the goshawk, and the goshawk had the will, so it flew into the sky to enjoy the prey that had been reached.

Nangong Chu shouted angrily: "Good and evil eagle, if you can escape my hands, you are a kind!"

In the midst of the shouting, his figure rose again, like a strong wind, a sharp arrow, instantly appeared under the goshawk, and with a stretch of his right hand, he grabbed a pair of sharp claws under the goshawk's abdomen.

The weak swallow fell out of the eagle's talons, the goshawk was frightened, flapped its wings, turned the eagle's head, and the extremely sharp barb eagle's beak nailed Nangong Chu's arm like lightning.

Nangong Chu's right hand shook, and the goshawk actually broke away from his right hand and flapped its wings to the sky. Nangong Chu was stunned for a moment, and fell lightly to the grass, a tingling pain came from the back of his hand, and a line of bright red blood flowed down the back of his hand.

The weak swallow that fell at his feet was motionless and dead.

"Is this goshawk male? Is there a kind of goshawk? I couldn't use my right hand just now, what's going on?"

Looking at the wound on the back of his hand in a daze, Nangong Chu was shocked to find that the wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye......

The streets of Paris at midnight have long lost the prosperity of the metropolis, and the reinforced concrete buildings reflect the cold starlight and moonlight in the sky and the dim street lamps next to the road, and the feeling of silence is often a kind of heartfelt coldness in the heart. A figure in a black leather coat was walking down the old street of the neighborhood.

Paris, a city of romance in the eyes of people, romance is only the surface of the city, and not many people know about the dark world hidden under the bustling dark side of this cosmopolitan city.

The man in the black leather coat had walked a long way, but no taxi had passed by, and the slightly vicissitudes of life figure was still walking unhurriedly. In the middle of the night, it seems that it is not easy to find transportation in such an ancient neighborhood.

"If you don't arrive at the appointed time, old Jason is going to be flying again!" Thinking of Old Jason's face comparable to that of a dead man crawling out of a grave, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel a spirit in this silent night.

Although the bloodline is not pure, the Chinese tradition that originated from his father's lineage still allowed Li Yuan, who was born and raised in France, to receive the same traditional education as in China. Having said that, as a believer, how much more can he have that is not influenced by Western culture, I am afraid that even he himself does not know. Except for a name, fluent in Chinese, perhaps he is no different from the vast majority of French people.

"I knew that this shabby place was so backward, so I drove the car over, and I have to learn a lesson next time!" muttering in his mouth complaining about his carelessness, tightening the leather clothes on his body, Li Yuan stopped at the crossroads, and the cold night wind blew into his leather clothes, bringing a cool feeling like water, which shocked his spirit, and his brain suddenly cleared up a lot.

He was chasing and killing a werewolf, but he didn't expect that when he found the werewolf's temporary den, he had already gone to the empty building and walked in vain.

A month ago, a battle of the dark underground, which had swept through the entire Paris region, suddenly occurred without warning.

Different from the gangsters, Li Yuan felt chills all over his body when he thought of the hundreds of inhuman creatures whose vitality was a hundred times stronger than that of the immortal Xiaoqiang fighting fiercely.

"What are you going to do?" the crispness carried a slight panic, and there seemed to be a hint of anger in the woman's voice, and in the quiet of the night, the breeze came faintly from an alley around the corner.

Li Yuan knew what was going on there when he heard this voice, but there was a price to do anything. It's the code of conduct he's been a demon hunter he's been living for ever since, or he wouldn't be alive in the ever-changing and dangerous world of the West.

Where there's sunshine, there's darkness, and Paris is no exception. In the silent night, in the dark alleys, there are such bad incidents as robbery, drug abuse, drug trafficking, and even murder from time to time, and the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

In normal times, even if such a thing happened in front of Li Yuan's eyes, he would not move a finger. But tonight was different, on a night without a taxi, he was bored and wanted to find something to do, and he didn't mind putting on a good show of "heroes saving beauty", although he was not close to the title of "hero".

"I hope that woman is a beautiful woman, and it would be nice to save her or thank me for stepping up and making a promise or something. Li Yuan thought about it and couldn't help but speed up his pace a little.