Late at night.

There were no street lights, only the dim moonlight shining through behind the thick clouds, so it wasn't too dark.

Empty streets.

Running girl.

It was late autumn and the weather was very cold, so she was wearing only a milky white pajama with a bear pattern, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

She ran forward in a panic, looking back behind her from time to time, as if something terrible was chasing her behind her.

"Plop!"

She tripped and fell to the ground, sliding long way on the concrete floor.

Laboriously holding on to the ground, he stood up, and a bloody wound was rubbed on his delicate knee.

She didn't care about that, and was about to get up and keep running.

Suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of her.

Her heart felt like she had fallen into an abyss, and she felt extremely cold, or was she being caught up?

"Little sister, don't run away, we won't hurt you."

The voice is tactful, like a lark singing, with some charm in the voice, if any singer has a voice like her, it will definitely be popular all over the country.

This is a beautiful woman, dressed in a black tights, which completely sets off her slender figure, with bumps up and down, extremely eye-catching, but unfortunately this is in the middle of the night, and no one has the honor to be able to see it.

"Why are you arresting me? What happened to my parents? ”

There was some desperation in the girl's voice, she had fled for so long, and she was still being overtaken, she didn't know what she was going to face, but she couldn't help but feel fear.

The woman in the black tights squatted down and stroked her hand to the girl's face, but the girl dodged her, she chuckled and said, "Don't worry, we have no ill will towards you, we just want to talk to you about cooperation." Your parents, of course, are safe, just asleep. ”

The girl stood up, took two steps back, looked at her vigilantly, and hid her hands behind her back: "Don't force me, I ....."

Sou!

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill on the back of her neck and lost consciousness.

"Nightingale, what are you doing with all this nonsense? Why don't you just take it away? In the dark alley, a thin man, also dressed in black, walked out and held a tranquilizer gun with a long barrel.

The woman in black called Nightingale showed a trace of dissatisfaction on her face: "Earth Tiger, don't make your own decisions, we are not kidnapping, it would be great if we could talk about it." ”

Dihu didn't answer, he laughed twice, he couldn't afford to offend this woman, he could only listen, and when he saw the girl lying on the ground, the lewdness in his eyes flashed: "Then let's take her back." ”

Nightingale said lightly: "I advise you not to have any crooked ideas, if the "dragon" knows, you know what will happen." ”

After speaking, he leaned over and picked up the girl, and disappeared into the night sky with a vertical leap.

"MD, I'm going to kill you sooner or later." Dihu took a sip, remembered the nightingale's fiery figure, and laughed lewdly: "What a slut." ”

Followed.

............

"Whew"

Zhang Ran exhaled a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

After meditating and practicing for several hours, there was no trace of fatigue, but a feeling of being energetic, which made people have to sigh at the magic of cultivation.

Cultivate to a high level, eat and drink dew, absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and truly become a person among the immortals.

However, he doesn't like this way of cultivating, it's too boring to meditate all the time, no wonder people say that cultivators are gradually extinct of the seven emotions and six desires, so if they continue to cultivate alone, they won't communicate with others for a long time.

Zhang Ran found that he liked to fight even more, fists to the flesh, either you die, or I die, although wandering on the blade, if you are not careful, you will be crushed, but the blood boiling all over the body, adrenaline hormone secretion, that feeling of excitement is really fascinating.

If it weren't for the doctor's explanation, the dark wound in his body was not yet complete, and the newly grown flesh was too tender for strenuous exercise, so he would rather go to the training ground for more than ten laps.

Thinking back to the battle in the unit building, although he almost died, it also made him realize that he had many shortcomings.

Lacking effective means of dealing with the enemy, take that ghost thing as an example, if he encounters it again, he still won't be able to please him.

For the sake of today's plan, only by raising the level of true qi can we have the power to fight back in the face of this situation.

Thinking like this, Zhang Ran tried to stimulate the true qi, put his fingers together, and the white mang slowly condensed, and a sword tip of more than an inch appeared.

This is the Qingyuan Sword Mang, the move carried in the Qingyuan Sword Technique.

He has not been idle these days, and he has successfully cultivated this style.

It's just that his current true qi is too weak, and the sword that he can condense is very short, but he can already appreciate its strength.

The steel plates several centimeters thick were cut through with little resistance.

It only took ten seconds for the sword to condense, and Zhang Ran felt a wave of dizziness, and quickly dispersed his true qi. With his current total amount of true qi, he can only support such a short period of time, but he can barely use it as a killer weapon.

In the original work, the palm of his hand can emit a long sword light, and Zhang Ran is still a long way from that realm.

"I'm still not strong enough, if I'm strong enough, that kind of thing can be slapped to death, where would I get such a serious injury."

Looking in the mirror, Zhang Ran muttered to himself.

In the mirror is a perfect male body, full of powerful muscle knots, bulging high, from top to bottom without a trace of fat, streamlined curves full of beauty.

However, there are also dense scars on it, which ruins all this, and it looks a little scary.

Looking at the face of the man in the mirror, compared to the immaturity of a few months ago, the man now has taken off his youthfulness, and there is perseverance between his eyebrows and eyes, he is not a handsome guy, but the light in his eyes is enough to make people remember it at once.

After another week, his injuries were almost healed.

When I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor who examined my body couldn't believe that I didn't know how many bones were broken from such a serious injury, and it only took more than half a month to recover completely, which was simply a miracle in the history of medicine.

But in this day and age, anything incredible can happen.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he was not stopped, and the 17th detachment wanted to hold a special celebration party for him, award him a second-class meritorious medal, and give him a commendation.

Zhang Ran had not joined the Seventeenth Detachment for a long time, only a little more than a month, and this was the first time he had seen so many inheritors.

As a government department, the fine tradition of holding meetings has been well inherited, but fortunately, there are not so many leaders who speak one by one.