"Handsome!"

Mi Liang snorted twice in satisfaction, dissipating the light condensed in his hand. A row of neatly cut pieces of iron fell to the ground with a clattering sound like a shelf. Yara's chest heaved and heaved, panting slightly, as if he was a little tired. He deliberately found a sparsely populated abandoned site to verify his inexplicable ability.

Just now, he brandished the condensed single stick in this dilapidated factory full of discarded machines, and played a set of self-feeling good swordsmanship without any rules, and named it Ningguang Imperial Sword Flow, although there was nothing except the name, and the moves were all improvised, but Mira was extremely satisfied.

Of course, this can't be known, and compared to the exposure of his ability, Mira feels that if he gets this name and behavior, it will be very humiliating if someone finds out. The concise words are that it's okay to play in private, but it's too shameful for your behavior to be exposed.

The ability is very powerful, according to the intensity of the condensed light, it can determine its killing level, and Mira is now using all his spiritual power to condense the light he holds, and it is really ordinary to cut gold and break jade! There is a vague feeling of unfinished fun in Mira, it seems that with the passage of time and proficiency, this ability can be stronger!

Well, when I turn around, I will go to the gym to learn kendo.

Yara is determined! Although the tuition is not cheap, Mira gritted his teeth and can still take one or two courses with the pocket money he has saved. It's really not good, you can also find someone who hit your own big money to borrow something. His current psychology is a bit similar to bumping into his beloved big toy, and he always feels regretful in his heart if he doesn't make the matching things perfect. Same as OCD!

If you have a good sword, you must naturally match it with a passable kendo.

There is a high-configuration entertainment machine, and the peripherals naturally have to keep up.

When a woman has a good dress, she naturally wants a baby that matches the clothes, and then jewelry.

Mira cleaned up the scene, walked out of the abandoned factory, and looked at the sky outside. It was a little overcast, and soon it was getting dark and stepping into the night, so Mira immediately got on his bicycle and headed for the nearest school to him.

……

Halley Pharmaceutical.

As the world's leading pharmaceutical company in the pharmaceutical industry, Harley Pharmaceutical is naturally famous. Due to the peculiarities of the pharmaceutical industry, the company has a strong network of upper-level contacts in the country where it belongs, and it has top laboratories, top medical researchers who serve and work for him, and close cooperation with many top university laboratories.

Just as its fame is famous, the Harley family that founded it is also well-known in the circle. Although the shares of Harley Pharmaceutical have been split several times, it is no longer the situation where the Harley family was the first to cover the sky, but no one can deny the influence of this family on this great pharmaceutical company.

"Is this the legendary flower of gods and demons?" Joseph Halley III, looking through the glass, looked at the plant transplanted from the Helma rainforest, his eyes dark. They paid a lot of money to welcome it.

"Even if it's not, it shouldn't be far off. It does have the ability to evolve living things. I've seen the magic of that tribe with my own eyes! The gray-haired old man replied with a look of fanaticism.

"Let's hope it can really support our future and take the Harley family to the next level." Joseph Halley III shook his palm, looked at the somewhat wilting plant, and said softly with some expectation.

"Yes. If you can study it thoroughly, it can change the whole world. The old man said without hesitation, and in a tone of extreme affirmation.

"It's better to be able to study it thoroughly. Otherwise, we have died so many people and paid so many costs, what is it? Doctor, Dad needs to see results as quickly as possible. Joseph Halley III said.

"I'll do my best." The old man nodded. This was meant to be the way it was, and Joseph Halley III's request was normal and could have been imagined beforehand. The Harley family's voice on the board of directors, while still strong, is not without rivals. At such a high cost, the dissent of the board of directors was temporarily suppressed, which is already the limit. The old man knew the danger well.

"I will allocate the appropriate manpower and funds to you as much as possible. But within two years, two years at most, there must be results that can be obtained. Two years later, my father won't be able to make it through. Joseph Halley III said solemnly again, with a strained face.

……

On the gladiatorial arena, two naked figures were waving their fists fiercely, surrounded by surging and frenzied voices, boiling in the sky! Countless people were shouting, but no one cared who was shouting what. In this frenzied atmosphere of fist-to-flesh, even if it is just "ahhhhh

Stage.

The figure is strong and thin, the two figures are staggered back and forth, the one with a relatively thin physique, suddenly bursts out, the style of painting changes sharply, as if he has changed people, looking at a gap in the opponent, fiercely shot a set of powerful and heavy chain punches to him, the surrounding crowd seems to be waiting for the moment of this outbreak, the noisy sound suddenly rises again, becoming louder and more terrifying, and the already fanatical atmosphere has risen to a higher level in an instant.

As the final blow of the thin boxer on the stage slammed into the opponent's cheek, knocking the opponent's strong body into the air and flying up, and smashing down again, the surrounding sound and atmosphere reached its peak in an instant!

Countless people are shouting the names of the skinny fighters, like fanatical believers. A few had ugly faces and hoped that the knocked out fighters in the ring would get up and fight again, even though they didn't have any hope in their hearts.

Damn spoiler!

This is a curse that many boxers' agents have for skinny fighters. The other party's sideways came out, and it was simply overwhelming for them, too bad!

Qin Liang took off his gloves rudely and threw them out, the audience was full of exclamations, and then screamed frantically and scrambled for the fist gloves that Qin Liang threw out. He left the gladiatorial arena in silence, took his reward from the organizers, and then left in silence. And the crowd around seems to be used to it.

Seventy-eight days to go!

Qin Liang counted silently in his heart.

He thought, seventy-eight days later, whether it is a dream or a reality, everything can be seen!

But before that, he still had to recycle that nightmare every day, a nightmare as desperate as the end of the world. Seventy-eight days later, as prompted by memory, the apocalypse will come, the civilized order will collapse, and surreal forces will appear. He has information about those monsters, information about some strong people, and even more information about future resource areas.

This is the capital he has accumulated from his early rise. If seventy-eight days later, the civilization catastrophe is really as imprinted in his memory. Before that, he needs to temper himself desperately and train himself, only in this way can he grasp the opportunity in the future, use information to enhance his strength, and finally survive side by side with those strong people in his memory.

……

Seventy-eight days passed quickly, Qin Liang looked at the news about the gamma-ray storm that was being broadcast on the screen, and sighed lightly in his heart, sure enough, it was something that appeared in his memory.

It's coming!