"Lotus leaf beads" Garon put down his phone and looked at the wide-eyed woman's head on the table.

The woman's face was extremely ugly, and she had a large sarcoma on her right cheekbone, which was now unusually pale because of the lack of blood. The eyes are narrow, and there seems to be a cruel look left in life.

Stretching out his hand, Garon gently stroked the cheek of Xia Lotus Leaf Bead, the texture was soft, as if it was a living person.

"Take it and bury it in front of Jay's tombstone. ”

"Yes. The bald head nodded in response, wrapped the head again, and retreated.

Garon propped his chin with one hand and tapped lightly on the table with the other.

Da-da-da-da.

Soon there was a rattle outside the door, and the mute maid Ma Qiuli pushed the white food cart open the door and came in, the dining car was covered with a white cloth, exuding a slight aroma, all of which were Chinese dishes in Garon's memory, all of which were chefs he had carefully selected and found to make the dishes he liked.

After the dining car entered, a black girl strode in from the outside, this girl was dressed in a black tight leather coat, with long shoulder-length hair, soft and gorgeous, and beautiful facial features.

After tearing off the disguise, she was still a young girl under twenty years old.

Just after she led the way to Garon to destroy the White Phoenix base, the primary color issued a wanted warrant for her, and now she doesn't dare to go anywhere, so she can only stay with Garon, but the most dangerous place has become the safest place.

The contradiction between Primary and Nighthawk is actually the contradiction between Granlin and Garon, but now Garon and the Lyshadi Group are mixed together. Such a huge giant of the same level is also a great influence on the Primary Color Group, especially Rod's brother is also a pivotal figure in the top level of the Lyshadi Group.

There was also a disagreement within the primary colors. Glening's strength was becoming more and more isolated, and Garon was safer here.

"He-Man, how's it going?" Garon smiled as he looked at the young female leader, who was actually only nineteen years old this year and one of the elite reservists within the primary colors.

"What's that?" Seaman sat down in the seat in front of Gareon's desk. "Those disciples you need to train are here, when are you going to show up?"

"There's no hurry. Garon shook his head, "Speaking of which." What are your plans? "As an elite selected in advance by the primary color, Seaman's own qualifications and foundation are far from being comparable to those pampered little guys, as long as such good qualifications are properly controlled. Another excellent assistant and seedling, just after Jay's death, Garon also began to feel that there was a lack of a personal assistant by his side.

"My plans?" Seaman was also asked for a moment, she had no parents. He was raised by his aunt since he was a child. Later, I recognized a brother and a big drug lord, the relationship is not very close, and everyone is indifferent in the primary color, there are no friends, only one friend is in London, and the rest can't find a good place to go and a place to go if you think about it. I can only stay here in Garon.

"If you don't have any plans, then follow me to learn boxing. Garon crossed his hands into fists and looked at her with a smile on his face. "Your qualifications are good. The amount of strength only needs to be grasped by oneself. That's enough. ”

Seaman looked at Garon as if to see his hands glowing slightly. It was that bright glow of whitish, light that seemed to have an incomparably attractive effect, drawing all her attention into it.

"You're going to control me again!!" she tried to turn her head, but her eyes couldn't move without blinking.

"It's not control. Garon said softly, in an extremely soft tone, "It's just to help you choose." ”

He-Man felt his whole body go limp, his mind was dizzy, and after a while he fell asleep on the side.

And Ma Qiuli, the maid on the side, glanced at her inexplicably, and continued to carefully place the dishes on the desk. She couldn't understand the accent of the language in which the two were talking.

Garon had a habit of eating in his study, a habit he had developed a long time ago.

"Miss Fuchman went out to rest. Garon commanded.

Ma Qiuli nodded, helped He-Man up, and slowly walked out of the room.

Garon remained alone in the room, silent for a moment.

Everything is on track. The suppression of the main nine-headed dragon king Nadia has already had an effect, and the mask confirmed that it does have a certain suppression effect on her coordinates, but unfortunately I don't know if the power of the coin is too strong, or the force field of the imitation mask is too weak, which causes Nadia's power to readapt and start to increase again. These days, the confrontation with her has always been the one who is at a disadvantage.

'The remaining masks must be found. Hesas's voice rang out, "At the same time, you must finish writing the tome as soon as possible, and you may be able to construct your second soul seed, and once the second soul seed is completed, you may be able to further break through the limit of power and reach a higher level." Remember, no matter what, your soul is your root. ’

"I naturally understand that both have to be done at the same time. Garon replied in a low voice as he began to eat, thin strips of beef in sauce, steamed tamales, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and fragrant braised eggplant

And so on and so on, a series of dishes that made Garon feel like he was back on earth, and he only felt so familiar and unfamiliar every time he ate.

Outside the window, it was snowing again, silently, but Garon could hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground on the road.

He looked out the window, and white foamy snowflakes swept across the window.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than twenty years since he came to this world. In this world where blood witches and technology coexist, the threat of void creatures is gradually approaching, and the entire environment is becoming more and more complex and changeable.

After eating quietly, Garon asked the maid to put away the dishes, sat in the room for a while, and then got up and walked out of the room, walked to a wall on the second floor, and tapped lightly on a white wall.

Wow!

The wall quickly parted a portal to the left, revealing the dark ashram room within.

Closing the door to the room, Garon turned on the lights inside, and the lights that had just been installed snapped on, so white that they were even a little white.

He walked to the inner wall at the end of the ashram and gently pressed his hand against the wall, shaking slightly.

With a snap, a drawer-like dark lattice popped up on the wall.

Inside are the Grimoire and the dragon-shaped coin that is covered by a mask.

The magic book was placed on the top, and this originally ordinary black notebook had a faint mysterious pattern on the cover at this time, like a silver vine, crawling all over the notebook.

Garon gently picked up the tome, the texture of the paper was obviously just the most ordinary material, but it seemed to be polluted by the soul breath that seeped into him when he wrote, and the entire tome showed a skin texture like human skin, which seemed to be made of the skin of a living person.

Removing the pen from between his notebooks, Garon returned to his study and sat down, closed the door, and began to slowly flip through what had been written so far.

Dual-phase waterfowl fist, projective secret martial arts, phantom building fist, killing hand

The Hand of Killing is only half written, and Garon, the magic skill that originated from Hesas, has not been fully cultivated himself, he is only writing out the parts he has mastered in the process of writing, which can be regarded as a collation of his own understanding and knowledge system.

'Write out the secret martial arts of your own dark side and merge them into one to form a real core, which is the magic seed, that is, the magic seed that is most suitable for you. Cultivating demonic skills should eventually be able to form your second soul seed. Black Saas said in a deep voice. Lately he has been a little silent, not saying much, more about the main points.

"It's a process of weeding out impure systems. Garon nodded.

Pick up the pen and slowly write on it about his knowledge of the killing hand.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon more than two hours passed, and the Killing Hand part was almost finished, and Garon recorded the entire Killing Hand cultivation method and his own understanding.

The moment he finished writing, he felt the entire tome beat like his heart.

Poof!

The whole room seemed to beat for a moment, and Garon even felt that his heart was affected, and in an instant, his heartbeat coincided with the beating of the Grimoire.

He closed his eyes and saw that the tome in his mind was also beating for a moment, the afterglow was still slowly dissipating, and the covers of the two tomes seemed to be getting darker and darker.

Garon intends to record all of his dark side secrets.

Count all the dark side secret weapons you have practiced.

An evil skill that he relied on in his previous life to be invincible appeared in front of him.

"Northern Halberd Soldiers' Cold Flame True Water Evil Skill"

Lifting the pen, Garon slowly wrote the name of this line on the Magic Tome, and the moment he finished writing, the entire Tome seemed to glow slightly blue, as if it was as blue as ice.

Syllable!

The vase was smashed to the ground and shattered.

Glaning's face was bruised, he was breathing heavily, his throat was constantly stirring, and his whole person seemed to be on the verge of collapse with anger.

In the gorgeous room full of golden lantern sconces, there were two other subordinates standing in front of him, although they were dressed in suits and leather shoes, neatly dressed, but dense beads of fine sweat oozed from their heads and foreheads, and both of them bent down and did not dare to stand up.

"Lotus Yezhu is dead?!I've only been on the phone with her for less than half a day, and now you're suddenly running over to tell me she's dead?" Glaning didn't hide his anger at all.

Lotus Yezhu is the most effective cadre under him, although his temperament is a little weird, but his assassination ability is indeed first-class, and he is unrivaled in comparison with others.

And now, she's dead

Granlin seemed to be holding back a fire in his heart.

"Garon Thomas!!" he uttered the name almost through gritted teeth.

"The team leader has sent a document above, don't start a full-scale conflict with the Nighthawk," one of his subordinates said cautiously.

"Get out!!"

Gran Lin slapped him in the face.

With a snap, this subordinate was directly pumped to the ground, covered his face and bowed his head and hurriedly exited the room.

"Hug Lyshadi's thick legs and think I can't do anything?" Granlin's face contorted. (To be continued......)