Early the next morning.

Killian staggered to the balcony to breathe, and the feeling of a hangover made him regret a little that he had just become a transcendent yesterday, that he was too excited, and that he had overused the hunter's abilities.

Overdrawn spirituality is not so easy to replenish.

Especially when he had just become a transcendent.

At this time, there was movement from the balcony door.

Zhang Huaisheng pushed the door and walked out.

"Why are you so emaciated?"

Killian was startled by Zhang Huaisheng's pale face and dark blue eyes: "Wasn't it okay when I saw you last night?" Did you run into the 'mystery'? ”

Zhang Huaisheng rubbed his temples, shook his head and said, "No, I just did some experiments last night and didn't rest well." ”

The cost of crushing the sub-personality is already beginning to be revealed.

Emperor Qin was okay, and it had little impact on Zhang Huaisheng.

But the two imaginary personalities of Adolf and Joseph really resonate with the spirituality that belongs to the "dictatorial" sequence in him.

As a result, after he smashed these two personalities, their fictional "life experiences" were also integrated into Zhang Huaisheng, making his brain chaotic.

Fortunately, the memory settings of these two personalities are still very thin, and as long as you rest for a while, this sequelae can be healed quickly.

But the problem is that he still has to find Xie Lingyun to learn swordsmanship in the afternoon, and he doesn't want to be reprimanded mercilessly by Xie Lingyun at that time-it's a shame.

"Well, when will it be done? I'm getting moldy in Boston, and I'm already starting to miss the Gobi Desert in Texas. ”

"In a little while, maybe you'll have to go back early on the Hansea."

On the balcony there are obvious pierced cans, and the hunter sequence not only increases the accuracy of the gun, but also increases the power of the gun.

The Spring Rifle that Killian was carrying was not an extraordinary item, but it had also been modified by the previous owner, and it was a very good firearm.

"You have to exercise your ability these days, if there is anything you don't understand, you should consult Mr. McCarney in time, although he is only Sequence 7, he is very knowledgeable."

"Just Sequence 7?"

Killian pouted, you're a big breath.

Killian turned around and took two canned peas, cut them with a canning knife, and handed one to Zhang Huaisheng: "Come and taste it?" It's the best tasting of all cans. ”

"No, it's easy to get bloated if you eat too much of this thing."

If you gas, you will fart.

Although Zhang Huaisheng is a "dictatorial" sequence, he will definitely be able to hold back, but isn't that uncomfortable for himself?

Zhang Huaisheng tapped his fingers on the railing, and his eyes subconsciously stared at a house across the street.

On the several glass windows of the house, you can clearly see the white palm prints, as if there are countless hands that have been on them and peeping in.

In the depths of the silent and desolate streets, there are many dense footprints left in a chaotic manner.

The more you look inside, the more you can feel the faint sense of danger.

"The secret of Iris Street, I'm afraid it is not small, after all, it is the Capetian royal family that has been inherited for nearly a thousand years (including Valois, Bourbon, and Orleans branches), but it is really profound."

Zhang Huaisheng narrowed his eyes, his expression was a little solemn, the transcendent world was like a vast ocean, the seemingly calm sea, the further down the sea became, the more turbulent the undercurrent.

Think about it, the Bourbon dynasty and the Orleans dynasty were ousted by the revolution, what is the composition of this reform team?

If it is said that there is no supernatural force involved, the ghost will believe it.

Zhang Huaisheng looked at Killian, who was digging peas with an iron spoon to eat, and said, "You continue to practice, I have to go back and rest for a while, don't go to bed too early at night, and wait for me to come back and bring you something to eat." ”

Sleep is always a good medicine to restore the spirit.

After sleeping all morning, by noon, Zhang Huaisheng woke up and finally felt recovered.

He washed up briefly in the bathroom and, looking in the mirror, fine-tuned his appearance.

Although familiar people can still recognize themselves, from the silhouette, they no longer look like East Chinese people in Boston.

Say goodbye to Killian, McCarney.

Zhang Huaisheng walked to New Orleans Street.

Heavily armed with high-pressure steam rifles, and even soldiers wearing steam-powered mechs, steam exoskeleton mechs, patrol the streets back and forth.

A steam train covered with steel plates, with two machine guns mounted on it, moved along the tracks.

Zhang Huaisheng can obviously sense the severity of the atmosphere, and Boston, which has been peaceful for a long time, has entered a state of combat readiness at this moment.

"What the God of the Abyss has done, exposed?"

Zhang Huaisheng frowned.

This is faster than he imagined, but he doesn't know how to solve this matter with the extraordinary forces in Boston.

It is estimated that at most, the alien spirits on three blocks will be eliminated, and if you want to punish the god of the abyss sleeping in the trench deep in the Pacific Ocean, I am afraid there is no way.

As he was walking, a patrol officer reached out and stopped: "Sir, I need to check your documents." ”

He took out his naturalization certificate and handed it to the other party.

"From Texas?"

The patrol officer returned the certificate to Zhang Huaisheng, looking a little playful: "Boston has been in chaos recently, if it is not necessary, it is better to go back as soon as possible." ”

The patrol officer looked at Zhang Huaisheng's departing back, and under the brim of his hat, a little pale face showed a sinister smile.

"I almost didn't recognize you despicable wolf cub, but unfortunately, the smell on your body is too obvious."

...

When I arrived at the embassy, it was a meal.

"Jinyu is here, sit down, today's Dongpo meat and spicy crab are a must, in this foreign country, it is difficult to eat such authentic Gan cuisine."

Pei Yuanqiao eagerly asked people to pull out the chair and beckoned Zhang Huaisheng to sit down and eat.

He wasn't polite.

The three Daomen disciples sat around the table, but the table was full of big fish, big meat, and spicy food, Xie Lingyun lowered his head and ate quickly.

Zhang Huaisheng sat beside her, she raised her head, and nodded to Zhang Huaisheng in a hurry.

Xie Lingyun ate quickly, although each bite was not big, he quickly ate a large bowl full of rice, and asked for another bowl.

Zhang Huaisheng was embarrassed to look any further, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate quickly.

At this time, Pei Yuanqiao spoke: "In the first battle of Jiaozhi, our army won a great victory, and there was also good news from the Lanfang Governor's District, and the situation on our side can be described as very good." It's a pity that there is a lack of armaments on this front, and the shipping is cut off by the British and French Far East Fleets, Jinyu, do you have any opinions? ”

Zhang Huaisheng ignored him, it is a tradition for Donghua people to like to talk about things at the dinner table, but he has always thought that eating is eating, and talking about things is talking about things.

Besides, what's the use of talking about it here?

You Pei Yuanqiao is an ambassador at best, and you have to return to Donghua after purchasing military supplies, so I waste so much saliva with you.