The Ultimate Strongman (Text 23.Chapter 23) Text, please enjoy!

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But Cheng Yang's face was only calm and focused, as if what he was pressing under his hands was not a blood-spurting girl, but a cold metal utensil. In fact, Cheng Yang didn't notice the strangeness of the hookah, and his whole mind was immersed in how to guide the energy left by the consciousness body to enter the hookah's body stably, so that the seed prototype could grow at the fastest speed, until the hookah became a real powerhouse.

The spiritual mark of the remaining consciousness body has been completely erased by Cheng Yang, and what remains is the purest energy accumulated for thousands of years, if left unguided, these energies will soon dissolve to zero and dissipate in the divine punishment forbidden. Cheng Yang felt a little pity, so he gave birth to the idea of attracting energy into the body and making the hookah grow into a strong man quickly.

If the energy input into the hookah body is too large, it will directly turn the hookah into fly ash, if it is too small, it will only waste power. This requires almost saint-level control. If you change to someone else, even if it is an eighth-order powerhouse, you will be helpless in the face of energy entering the body.

However, Cheng Yang has no obstacles in this regard. In addition to the strength itself, he can reach the level that any level powerhouse can achieve, and the ultimate powerhouse realm before rebirth is still there, which makes things that are impossible in the eyes of others seem to be as easy as a finger in Cheng Yang's hands.

However, the strength itself is too low and forms a huge obstacle to Cheng Yang, if he still has the power of his previous life, then the transformation process can be completed in an instant, and now, he needs to concentrate all his energy, and there can be no mistakes in the long process.

The flames inside and outside the fog began to decrease, and each time a flame decreased, it turned into the purest energy into the hookah's body, and the fog gradually became thinner, and the silhouettes of Chengyang and the hookah could be faintly seen outside the white fog, and it seemed that nothing was wrong, and everyone's nervous mood gradually eased, and a stone finally fell to the ground.

"I'll just say they'll be fine, my son and your daughter won't be out in a moment. Cheng Bailie looked like he was in his chest, and said to Shui Xuantong calmly, like that, as if he was an omnipotent fortune teller.

"It's okay, it's okay. Shui Xuantong was not in the mood to laugh at this old fellow's hindsight, so he rubbed his hands and said with a dry smile.

Uh-oh......

There was a clear murmur of a hookah suddenly from the fog, and the people who had just put their hearts at ease suddenly raised their hearts to their throats again, Shui Xuantong and Mrs. Shui looked at each other in a panic, could it be that her daughter encountered any danger in the white mist, what should I do?

But immediately after, the murmuring of the hookah came out one after another, and the sound was soft and sweet, and it was not at all like a cry of danger or accident, but like a ...... Everyone's faces suddenly became strange.

Intriguing excitement appeared on the faces of the children of the male family, and their eyes widened as they looked at Cheng Yang and the hookah leaning together in an imaginative posture in the white mist, and swallowed their saliva involuntarily. The children of the female family all lowered their heads with red faces, looking dignified and unpleasant, but they all pricked up their ears.

Mrs. Shui's face was flushed, she snorted angrily, and walked aside angrily, not wanting to listen to her daughter's whispering voice. Thinking that the hookah was really spoiled by her and Shui Xuantong, she actually did such a shameless thing in public, although she and Cheng Yang are husband and wife, but it can't be like this, Mrs. Shui decided to talk to her daughter well when the hookah comes out, at least the dignified etiquette and the like should be instilled in her daughter.

Shui Xuantong looked embarrassed, smiled bitterly and thought: Daughter, daughter, you are too unexpected for your father. Cheng Bailie nodded contentedly, thinking that this kid had a bit of my majesty back then......

Fortunately, at this time, the blood-spurting scene in the white mist had come to an end, and Cheng Yang's hands finally let go of the hookah's body and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the depths of the girl's lower abdomen, a small and delicate seed has been formed, which is constantly rotating automatically, emitting a bright pink light, which means that the strong body has been formed, and when the white mist slowly dissipates, the hookah will be completely awakened.

Cheng Yang was stunned suddenly, and then he noticed the strangeness of the hookah, I don't know when, the girl's rose pink, with the two points on the chest that kept trembling red, it looked like there was an endless stir, even if he was as calm as Cheng Yang at the moment, seeing this bloody scene, he couldn't help but feel a lot of desire in his heart.

He bent down and gently swallowed the red grapes, a sweet and rich juice rippled on the root of Cheng Yang's tongue in an instant, the hookah snorted softly, and the two snow-white long legs suddenly clamped Cheng Yang and pressed him on top of his perfect......

Half a sound, the two of them were inseparable, Cheng Yang raised his hand to shoot a silver light, and added a thin layer of light clothes to the hookah's body, the hookah's original clothes had turned into ashes, Cheng Yang didn't want his woman to leak out.

The hookah slowly opened her eyes, just now it seemed that she just had a wonderful dream, but the content of the dream made the girl can't help but be a little shy, she sat up in the air, and suddenly emitted a holy light all over her body, looking like a goddess, beautiful and incomprehensible.

"Is this what it feels like to be strong?" the girl muttered to herself, experiencing a new sensation that was incomparably beautiful.

If other people with strong talents see this scene, I'm afraid they will cry with grief and indignation, it's better to have a dream than others after decades of hard cultivation, how can the fate of people be so different?

The white fog slowly dissipated. ^_^

(Zilang Literature)