Chu Haomiao dragged a dying crippled body, with a trace of obsession, and still came to the planned destination: Jinguan City.

After coming to Jinguan City, Chu Haomiao used the remaining money to rent a one-bedroom house in Tiancheng Community.

After settling down, Chu Haomiao held the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor for his injuries, and constantly used the "Fish and Dragon Proud Heavenly Formula" to heal his injuries, struggling to beg God to give him a glimmer of life.

Miracles always happen.

In half a year, Chu Haomiao's injuries were miraculously basically healed: the palm print on his left back had completely disappeared; the fist mark on his lower abdomen had also faded, and he could only faintly see a little; as for the most serious left chest injury, it was originally a coin-sized black spot at the heart radiating and cracking around, and half of his body's skin was cracked and corrupted.

"Nima, is this considered an auspicious person's own natural appearance? "Fish and Dragon Proud Heavenly Formula", you are not only a set of supreme inner family vomiting methods, but also a kind of healing exercises against the sky! Do you want to be so awesome? Is this a good person has a good reward? But the problem is that I am full of blood, and I am probably not a pure good person?"

"Seven super-first-class masters! Lao Tzu is one against seven, six dead and one injured, I'm afraid the underground world will turn the sky upside down, right? No, how can they spread this kind of shameful thing everywhere? I'm afraid it's too late to hide it!"

"Hehe, I can't imagine that before quitting, I can do such an awesome thing!

"It's just that, although the injury is under control, Sarah's heart-searching finger is really domineering, three years ago, I promised the covenant of the god, and two years later, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to fulfill the contract!"

Chu Haomiao curled up on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his right hand, pulling his thoughts back from the past, and babbling about it.

"I don't know what happened to her? If she didn't say goodbye to her, she must be very sad, right? I don't know if I don't see it, I'm really fucking shocked when I see it, it turns out that the Xue Ying Xiaonizi I saved is still a big star, the head of the pure jade girl! My brother has suffered for you for half a year, and it is worth it; your identity is worthy of this heart-wrenching sin!"

Chu Haomiao subconsciously pondered: Although the injuries on his body, through continuous efforts in the past half a year, have basically healed under the condition of moving the heavens and the earth, the pain he suffered is something he will never forget in his life, and it is purely equivalent to scraping bones and being reborn!

"The injury is almost healed, I am also reborn, everything in the past must be abandoned, Xiao Nizi and I are always people of two worlds, or live in parallel, each is fine!"

Chu Haomiao pondered, his eyes firmly and resolutely glanced at the familiar figure on the TV opposite.

", thinking about the cigarette butt is hot again!"

Chu Haomiao casually pressed the burned cigarette butt into the ashtray, and reached for his trouser pocket with his free hand.

Suddenly, a handful of colorful banknotes were placed on the coffee table in front of him.

Three hundred, three hundred and two, three hundred and four, three hundred and forty-five, looking at the three hundred and forty-five yuan in front of him, Chu Hao flattened his mouth, and his signature bitter smile was piled up on that ordinary face again.

"Nima, more than 10,000 yuan, I have saved money for half a year or used it up, I even smoke cigarettes at the front door, or the kind of two and five, what else do I want?" Chu Hao muttered.

"No, if you don't go out to find something to do, you're really going to starve to death, don't let my brothers know about my death when the time comes, and when you come to mourn me, get me one: a generation of dragons, serving in starvation, then I will be disgraced and thrown to the world!"

Chu Haomiao thought about it and was extremely frightened, and suddenly stood up from the sofa: "It's decided like this, I will start looking for a job tomorrow, I want to find a job where I can eat a boxed lunch and smoke Chinese, hehe, this requirement is not too high, right?"

Chu Haomiao was planning to find a job as if no one was here, but he didn't know that the bloody underground world where he had once been bloody, and the battle of Huaxia with seven super-first-class masters had already set off a stormy wave!

In a small English manor, six people from the dragon change sat in a spacious and bright hall.

"Boss, I heard that Nordic Lux Ednor, Japanese Ichitoru Gangmura Takeo, Holy See Cardinal Sarah, American Black Panther Hinders, Korean boxing saint Park Minfeng, British top killer Sert, Indian yoga king Abby, these awesome characters were served in a pot in Huaxia, and only Cardinal Sarah escaped! When did Huaxia have such an awesome character? It can't be Lu Qingyan and Lu Shenxian who did it, right?"

Shen Tuhu asked with a puzzled expression.

"It's unlikely, Old Immortal Lu is a divine dragon who can't see the end, what is he doing if he has nothing to provoke those people?

"Who could that be? It's really strange that there are only a few people who can abuse that lineup to the point of being incomplete!" Hua Xiaotian's obscene face also had a contemplative expression.

"Okay, okay, let's think more about this mission!

The hot and delicate Li Minyu shouted in a coquettish voice.

So, the six of them began to focus on their new hiring assignments again.

In the Greek Shrine, the Holy Maiden Caroline stood at the highest point of the Shrine, her clothes fluttering, her face as beautiful as that of a princess in a foreign land, looking up at the starry sky, and muttering to herself: "Is it you? Canglong! You can do this kind of thing impulsively, I am afraid that you are the only one in the world! You even dare to break into my Divine Palace, and destroy several super-first-class masters of great forces, I am afraid it is also your masterpiece!"

The Vatican Holy See, a dressed pope, holding a scepter, sits on his throne, and a pair of gray deep eyes staring straight at Cardinal Sarah who is kneeling in front of him.

A hoarse voice as far away as the sky came from the Pope's mouth: "The seven of you were destroyed by a young Chinese man like this?

Sarah, who was prostrate on the ground, listened to the Pope's empty and emotionless questioning voice, trembled and shrouded in a bloated red robe, and replied with a look of fear: "Yes, it is true, that young man of China is too powerful, although I hit him with a heart-searching finger, but except for me, no one was spared!"

"Oh, where did he hit your heart search?" asked the Pope, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Right in the heart, I shouldn't be alive!" Sarah couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard the Pope's tone loosen slightly.

"Got it, go down and heal!" the Pope waved his hand, motioning for Sarah to stand down.

Sarah staggered back, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she turned around at the gate.

Northern Europe, the ice palace, like a giant-like Sith, naked, hearing the bad news brought by his subordinates, a strong and powerful arm waved wildly, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the huge 10,000-year-old ice platform: "Huaxiaren, kill my brother Ednor, I will tear you to pieces!"

The Sith's expression was like that of a monstrous beast in hell, with a furious anger and sorrow on his face.

In Japan, in the hall of the real martial arts, countless samurai, armed with swords, mourned silently in front of the statue of Takeo Gangmura, all with sad and dazed expressions.

United States, the secret base of the Secret Intelligence Service, the director of the Secret Intelligence Division, Judson, with a gloomy expression on his face, holding the report of the demise of Hinders, he is gray-haired, and his face is lonely and regretful.

The Korean Boxing Temple, Park Minfeng's disciples and grandchildren, were noisy, clamoring to avenge their ancestors.

In the United Kingdom, the Killer Guild, countless top killers gathered to mourn the fall of Setter.

A young killer with a grim face let out a burst of emotion: Huaxia is not only a forbidden place for mercenaries, but also a forbidden place for our killers!

Indian royal family, Di let the prince sit on his luxurious leather sofa, with a face of shock and fear: Yoga King Abby, you have fallen into Huaxia like this, how can you let me explain to the king?

Other different underground forces are talking about a shocking legend: Seven super-first-class masters, inexplicably serving in the Huaxia Empire, don't even know who did it! All over the world, Huaxia is about to rise, and after Huaxia Lu Qingyan, the second supreme master is born!

Chu Haomiao didn't know that he just saved a girl, which caused a monstrous tremor in the world, but he was still immersed in his difficult life.

Early in the morning, Chu Haomiao finished washing, tidied up his clothes in the mirror, and dipped his hand in water to comb his somewhat messy hair, which is the so-called "water mousse".

Chu Haomiao looked at himself in the mirror: black hair that was neither long nor short, a few strands of white hair mischievously sprang out between his temples, adding a few vicissitudes of life; his ordinary face belonged to the kind of appearance that he couldn't find in the crowd, not handsome, but definitely not ugly; his signature bitter smile, with his ordinary appearance, gave people a strange feeling; his height of 1.8 meters and his decent casual clothes added a touch of inexplicable charm; the most special thing was that his eyes were as deep as the sea, and even he couldn't interpret a trace of meaning from his own eyes。

Looking at himself in the mirror, Chu Hao nodded noncommittally, his left hand subconsciously touched his nose, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the index finger of his left hand.

Chu Haomiao's left index finger has only one section left, and the outer two sections have been cut off with a katana by Takeo Gangmura of Japan in the battle of Longjing's suburbs, although it has now scabbed, but it has lost two fingers forever.

Looking at his left hand, Chu Haomiao couldn't help but have that flower-like smile in his mind.

"Well, what about the okay of each of them? Why do you think about it again? I don't want to! I don't want to!"

Chu Haomiao shook his head quickly, trying to drive that world-shattering beauty out of his mind.

However, no matter how you drive it away, that peerless beauty that is pleasant and disgusting always lingers in Chu Haomiao's mind.

So, Chu Hao sighed, and buried himself in the simple two-seater fabric sofa.

Thinking of his past, thinking of his ten years of bloody career, and thinking of his identity that he was about to integrate into the world, the only illusion in Chu Haomiao's heart was ruthlessly shattered by himself.