PS: Transitional two chapters

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhang Wei was once again woken up by the biological clock that he had long been accustomed to.

It's just that as soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately felt itchy and numb all over his body, and after carefully experiencing it, Zhang Wei was sure that these itchy sensations should come from the many wounds on his body.

For this reason, Zhang Wei hurriedly uncovered the gauze on his left shoulder.

He was surprised to find that after only a few hours of sleep, the wounds on his left shoulder, which were ten centimeters long, were completely scarred.

Although it is said that after the disinfection of the medicinal wine, combined with the use of ancestral gold sore powder, the effect on such trauma is quite good.

But since he was a child, this is not the first time he has used such an injury package, and the effect of any previous time is definitely not as strong as last night.

Immediately, Zhang Wei simply took off the gauze that wrapped his whole body and took it all down.

Sure enough, like the wound on the shoulder, the wound in other places was all scabbed, and the scabbed area was a little red, and all the itching and numbness came from these places.

Zhang Wei, who was a little unbeliever, patted his chest gently.

The most serious injury he received last night was the weasel demon's blow to his heart, and even under that blow, the ribs in Zhang Wei's chest were not directly broken.

However, he was beaten out of a bone fracture injury, and it was definitely not a running thing.

But now under Zhang Wei's patting, there is no discomfort in his chest, and it is obvious that in just a few hours, most of his injuries have healed.

Suddenly, a bold guess arose in Zhang Wei's heart:

In the sudden high fever two months ago, he did awaken, but the main ability of awakening was not strength and ability, but this powerful recovery ability in his body......

A few minutes later, Zhang Wei, who put on his pants and a small vest, came to the small courtyard.

At this time, it was just over six o'clock, and the sky was just shining!

After putting on the starting hand of the five fowl plays, he had already become proficient enough to become instinctive, and the forty gestures were used by him one by one.

In today's cultivation, Zhang Wei felt a huge difference.

After every gesture was made, the bones of his whole body were making bursts of explosions, just like the legendary martial arts master, fried beans after the exercise.

After the whole set of five poultry dramas was completed, Zhang Wei felt that the heat generated today was far greater than that of ordinary days.

If the previous heat flow was only as small and negligible as a silk thread, then the heat flow generated today can at least be the size of an embroidery needle.

After feeling this, Zhang Wei's heart was overjoyed.

After doing the five poultry scenes four times in a row, this is a satisfying stop.

After withdrawing, Zhang Wei felt that his physical condition was unprecedentedly good, looking at his bare thin arms, but he felt that there was great strength contained in them.

With a thought, Zhang Wei jumped to the corner of the courtyard in a few steps.

In this position, there is a row of stone locks that have been placed for some years, from the weight of twenty catties to the heaviest three hundred catties, there are more than a dozen.

These things are still the things left behind by the old man he had never met.

More than ten years have passed, and he has been weathered in the courtyard, which can be regarded as one of the few inheritances left to him by his old son.

The three-hundred-pound stone lock was placed inside, and it looked like a big lump of stones, and Zhang Wei had never planned to try it before.

Of course, he was said to be playing with a stone lock of about 100 catties.

In the words of the old man's scolding at the beginning: The stinky boy bought back that big guy just to pretend to be forced.

However, Zhang Wei, who felt extremely good about himself today, planned to try his old man's pretending weapon, and after grabbing the stone lock with his right hand, Zhang Wei lifted it up vigorously.

didn't feel how hard it was, and the huge stone lock weighing three hundred catties was immediately lifted to a half-empty position by Zhang Wei.

Next, Zhang Wei played with the stone lock with his two hands alternately, as if he was playing with the thirty-pound gadget in the previous time.

After a few movements, Zhang Wei was pleasantly surprised to find that his strength had suddenly doubled.

By now, his strength was at least comparable to that of four or five adult males, and with such a huge improvement, Zhang Wei faintly felt that it was inseparable from the weasel demon that was killed last night.

'Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular'.

Zhang Wei didn't know who said this, but he knew that this sentence was too incisive.

He didn't have a few minutes of joy because of the drastic change in his physical fitness, when he returned to the house, cleaned up the bloodstained clothes from last night, and planned to burn them with fire.

The astonishing bad news befell the poor boy again.

On the ground in front of him, the domestic second-hand mobile phone that he had spent hundreds of yuan on and had not used for a day in total, lay lonely and helpless on the cement floor.

A hole the size of a finger appeared on the otherwise smooth screen.

Through the hole, Zhang Weidu can see the cement floor under the mobile phone, and after suffering such a heavy blow, the mobile phone can not be turned on directly, which can be regarded as completely scrapped.

Obviously, this is the result of being stabbed in one finger by her during the fight with the weasel demon last night.

The astonishing loss of hundreds of yuan instantly made Zhang Wei's happy mood drop to the bottom, you must know that this means that the rice that is enough for him to eat for half a month disappears in front of his eyes.

What makes people laugh and cry is that the Nokia 8210, which is in the same trouser pocket with the new mobile phone, has nothing to do at all.

I don't know if it was lucky not to be caught, or if even the weasel demon's claws couldn't do anything about it.

For the above two speculations, Zhang Wei is more inclined to the latter.

With an indescribably depressed mood, Zhang Wei opened the old Nokia mobile phone, and then found that there was a new unread message on it.

After opening the message, Zhang Wei could see that the message was written like this:

Dear users, congratulations on getting 100 energy points, and now your account balance is 100 energy points, thank you for using, 10087 system......

For a while, Zhang Wei was a little confused, what did he do, how could he have a hundred energy points.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Wei decided that it was the result of killing the weasel demon last night.

At that time, there should have also been a blue and gray qi appeared, and then it was absorbed by itself, but it was because the battle was too fierce at that time that I didn't notice it.

Lost a mobile phone that was hundreds of fast, and all the ancestral rune paper.

And the harvest is this 100 points of energy, and 10,000 yuan in bills; by the way, there are only 9,900 yuan, and the one that was given to the weasel spirit at the beginning, Zhang Wei eagerly forgot to get it back.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei's depressed mood became more and more gloomy.

As for the contrast between loss and gain, whether it was a loss or a gain, Zhang Wei couldn't tell for a while.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei, who was distracted, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and immediately panicked, and before he knew it, the time had reached 7:20.

He didn't care about the so-called sentimentality, and hurriedly went out and ran towards the school, but it was better not to be late.

ran out of the alley, and the roar that suddenly erupted in his stomach made Zhang Wei realize that he hadn't even eaten breakfast.

So, there was such a magical scene on the street in the early morning: a high school student wearing a school uniform hurriedly ran to the steamed bun shop and bought 20 yuan of steamed buns and steamed buns in one go.

In the eyes of the owner of the bun shop, this enthusiastic teenager who thought he was buying breakfast for the whole class, after buying breakfast, he went into the alley.

The owner of the bun shop didn't see it at all, out of his sight.

The high school students who trotted all the way stuffed the buns and steamed buns into their mouths one by one in two or three bites, even if they were solved.

Then, when he ran out of the two alleys, a new bun shop appeared in front of him.

Another new twenty pieces appeared in the hands of the high school students and was transferred to the owner of the bun shop.