"Buzz~~~"

In the underground warehouse of Huangang Hospital, the airflow around Zheng Fan was constantly stirring. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Late at night, the time slowly drained, Zheng Fan grabbed the old man's head with his big hand and devoured the spiritual power, and after participating in the vitality cycle in his body, it had gradually blended with his breath, and the feeling of rejection was getting weaker and weaker.

At this time, the old man who was tied up, his eyes had already dimmed, and his pulse was beating extremely slowly, as if he was holding a breath that would be discharged at any time.

On the other hand, Zheng Fan's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the spirit of the whole person spreads, and even brings people a sense of oppression.

"Isn't there a direct connection between mental power and memory?" Zheng Fan had already adapted to all kinds of discomfort, and his mind was active and considering.

"Whew~~~"

As the old man's tense body loosened and fell into the moment of death, the air flow gushing out of his head became more and more intense.

Unlike the old man who had died completely, after the old man's last spiritual power was also devoured by Zheng Fan, he let go of his big hand and kept adjusting his breathing.

"People say that when people are dying, they can see something different, is that what it is?" After absorbing the rich air current, Zheng Fan's eyes saw the scene of the underground warehouse, and he only felt that it was full of light.

At this time, if there are outsiders in the underground warehouse, you will find that Zheng Fan's eyes are like two bright beads in the dark, and their gaze is extremely compelling.

All kinds of discomfort gradually faded, and when Zheng Fan's visual perception returned to normal, his eyes were still very bright.

"It's different from what I expected, I thought that devouring his mental power would have a chance to get some of his memories, it seems that under normal circumstances, people's memories are still stored in the brain, and now his brain is completely dead, it shouldn't be of much use!" Zheng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to adjust his vital signs, took half a pillar of incense before he closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Although the old man died, he had no external fatal injuries, and even the wounds that had been tested before were well sealed by Yao Ling with gauze.

"Snort~~~"

Zheng Fan, whose physical condition was gradually calming down, had already tried to slowly get up on the ground, first using the acidic substance in the metal vial to transform the old man's body, and then walked towards the door of the underground warehouse.

"Huh~~~"

Zheng Fan, who was in an excellent mental state, subconsciously released his perception, and actually noticed Keika Yoshii outside through the door of the warehouse.

Although the perception was not very real, Zheng Fan could detect the position of Keika Yoshii outside the door.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

Zheng Fan knocked on the door of the warehouse rhythmically, like a code.

"Who?"|

Keika Yoshii shouted outside, and quickly confirmed to Zheng Fan.

"It's me."

Zheng Fan concentrated, and although the voice of his mouth was not loud, he used his perception to respond to Keika Yoshii.

"Woo~~~"

As the door of the warehouse was opened, what Keika Yoshii saw was Zheng Fan walking out with his eyes closed.

"Which side of the door were you standing on?"

Without waiting for Yoshii Huixiang to ask, Zheng Fan spoke first.

"Facing outwards on the left."

Eika Yoshii replied very carefully, and the place she pointed to even put the unfinished supper and the newly pulled chairs.

"It's going to be dawn in a while, prepare a sportswear and accompany me out to exercise, life lies in sports." Speaking of which, Zheng Fan laughed and looked very proud.

"Is this time of the day moving?"

Keika Yoshii couldn't imagine that Zheng Fan's purpose of exercising was to try to speed up the circulation of body functions and blood, and see if it could have the effect of speeding up the digestion of the old man's heavy mental power.

Eika Yoshii, who glanced at the warehouse, could still find that the old man was melting the smoking corpse.

"I'm very energetic now, what should I do, let's run, I'll go to the ward and wait first, you call Yao Ling down and work with her to clean up the details." Although he sensed that even the rope that tied the old man was corroded by acidic substances, Zheng Fan was still not careless.

"Boss, your eyes are fine, right?"

Seeing that Zheng Fan was obviously with his eyes closed, walking around the basement as if he knew it in his heart, Keika Yoshii asked with concern.

"Something has been said a long time ago."

Zheng Fan seemed to be in a good mood, and left the basement with a smile.

Returning from the ground to the ward on the fourth floor, Zheng Fan, with his eyes closed, was not walking with his memory, but sensing it outwardly, as if he felt something vague.

The reason why Zheng Fan closed his eyes was that he didn't want people to find out that his mental power was extraordinarily abundant, and the other was to confirm the changes in his perception ability.

"It's a wonderful feeling that not only the consciousness perception, but also the touch sensation of the skin seems to have been enhanced, but if you want to do it like the old man and slow down the bullets, it may take a long time to practice." I don't know if it's because of a good mood or if my perception has been enhanced, even if Zheng Fan closes his eyes, he feels that the environment is a lot more colorful.

Zheng Fan, who took off a hospital gown, went directly into the bathroom to take a bath.

Through the mirror in the bathroom of the ward, Zheng Fan was sure that his eyes were extremely bright.

"It's really a little obvious, I don't know if I can achieve self-mediation through my state of mind, otherwise when I see someone like this, I will be seen as unusual." Zheng Fan, who was standing in front of the mirror, adjusted the amplitude of his eyelids, wanting to hide the luster in his eyes.

After Zheng Fan gradually deepened and his double eyelids drooped, the luster of a pair of stars gradually faded.

"The emotions are deeper, so the amplitude of the eyelids is also the most conducive to hiding the gaze, write it down, and add a pair of sunglasses, it should be fine." Zheng Fan, who had tried it in front of the mirror for a while, couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"My sword, where to go, love and hate, it's hard to love......

Turning on the rain and letting the shower spray powerful water on his body, Zheng Fan sang happily like a dream, and even swayed naked for a while.

At this time, if someone sees it, standing in the shower and twisting with his body, Zheng Fan's shaky lower body is afraid that he will have the urge to fall.

"It's no wonder that people in the world want to pursue great power, this feeling is really wonderful, and I am not afraid of anyone." Zheng Fan, who had indulged for a while, had just calmed down, but suddenly clenched his fists, revealing a sense of wild power.

After some tossing, when the sky was getting brighter, Keika Yoshii returned to Zheng Fan's ward.

In Hong Kong in August, the sky was already bright quite early, and before 5 o'clock, the sky was already bright.

"I'll be discharged from the hospital today, and when it's time for the morning, I'll go to the holding company to have a look." Zheng Fan took the Japanese girl downstairs and first walked a few steps in the courtyard.

"If the boss goes down in the hospital again, President Ji'er and they will have to be in a hurry." What Keika Yoshii noticed was that Zheng Fan's eyes were always closed.

"It's still very comfortable to soak mushrooms, but in fact, it doesn't matter if you have me or not now." Zheng Fan jogged up and said with a smile.

"Is the boss still planning to go back to the United States?"

Keika Yoshii wasn't sure what Zheng Fan really thought.

"I have to go back, the capital has developed to a certain extent, and it has become very important to maintain the relationship between interest groups, and the rich family in Hong Kong has just been attacked, and it is always a little uncomfortable to go back to live. Zheng Fan closed his eyes and said expectantly.

"I don't know much about what my boss said."

Keika Yoshii is indeed unclear about the deeper situation under the world capital pattern.

"I believe that there should be opportunities to contact in the future, just let it be." Zheng Fan's trotting steps gradually increased, and he was already starting to pick up speed.

"Boss, did you disappoint what happened before?"

Keika Yoshii followed Zheng Fan and seemed to care about his thoughts.

"Some things are really beyond the reach of manpower, not to mention Ma Jing's weirdness, you can use guns if you can't use your fists and feet, and in the end, those guys are still inferior to our firepower and have been put down? In fact, it's not just you, with outsiders present, even Kang Menghu can't let go. Zheng Fan smiled with a little meaning.

"The boss investigates me?"

Keika Yoshii felt that Zheng Fan was too keen, maybe he saw something.

"A person like me who fiddles with capital, the helpers around me must be trustworthy, as early as when you joined the company, I investigated your family history, you grew up in the kendo field since you were a child, if you are related to a Japanese consortium, how can I rest assured." Zheng Fan did not shy away from laughing.

According to Zheng Fan's understanding, the ancient Japanese kendo, not only to practice qi, but also to have a perception of nature beyond cognition, and Yoshii Huixiang also practiced ninja, its real strength must be extraordinary.

"If I let go, I should be able to kill Ma Jing."

Keika Yoshii finally gave a definite answer, but Zheng Fan just smiled, not seeming to care too much.

"Loyalty is the most important thing compared to what kind of strength you have, if I really lived on bodyguards, I wouldn't dare to come to this level today." Under the gaze of the Japanese girl, Zheng Fan smiled heartily.

Through Zheng Fan's statement, Keika Yoshii recalled the strange scene of him killing a strong white man.

"Whew~~~"

As the sky became brighter and brighter, seeing Zheng Fan's sweaty appearance, Yoshii Huixiang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and her body became more and more tired as she ran.

In a hospital like a university campus, Zheng Fan and Keika Yoshii were running early in the morning, and they had turned at least ten times.

The beads of sweat the size of beans have been dripping from Zheng Fan's chin to the ground.

Compared with Zheng Fan's hot steam, Yoshii Huixiang was wearing a thin cotton thread sportswear, and she was also soaked with sweat.

Unlike Huixiang Yoshii, who has been running with Zheng Fan, Yao Ling is standing in a temporary office, watching the two of them run on the road to the hospital.

"It's been an hour, and I can't keep up with Yoshii, but I didn't expect the boss's exercise to be so amazing." Yao Ling, who was standing in front of the window, muttered in surprise, in her opinion, even if the female bodyguard didn't rest well at night, Zheng Fan would surpass her in terms of athleticism and amount of exercise.

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