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The morning breeze is shining, the blue waves are thousands of acres, and the rising sun is spreading ten thousand points of golden light. On the sea, Wu Ge held his hands on his back, leaving his life independent.

It was indeed independent, for the tip of the reef, which had just come out of the water, could only hold one of his feet, and the other foot could only be crossed behind the knee on which he was standing.

This scene is very windy. Especially when the clothes on Wu Ge's body have been broken into strips of cloth, it is even more "windy".

This picture is really poetic, picturesque, and singing...... However, in the heart of the protagonist of the picture, there is a deep sense of frustration and deep dissatisfaction.

has been cultivating immortals for so long (of course, "long" here is only a relative statement), Wu Ge originally thought that in addition to the immortals in the immortal world, he was the first person in the world. I didn't expect that just one fleet would make him suffer so much...... He hadn't used nuclear, chemical or biological weapons yet, and if the shrapnel that hit him last night had a superbug or neurotoxin, wouldn't he have fallen even more?

The trauma didn't matter, Wu Ge had already healed, but the damage to the meridians was further aggravated. Moreover, last night's battle had caused him a great drain, and he had not fully recovered yet. In the vast sea, it is not easy to find a place to meditate. Food, fresh water and other supplements are also not available. At this time, if you encounter a strong enemy again......

In addition, there is another big problem, and that is: he is lost.

Of course, this statement is not so accurate, because there is no road on the sea - there will be no more people walking, only ghosts and ghosts. Wu Ge didn't want to be a ghost. So he has to figure out now what exactly he should be heading. He ran all night last night, and he didn't know how many kilometers he had traveled in what direction. If we continue to advance to the northwest now, will we still be able to reach the shores of China?

Now I really have to rely on myself. He took out his phone and looked at it, and sighed to himself...... After falling into the sea yesterday, the mobile phone has been damaged, otherwise you can still contact Lao Zhou and ask them to send him a chart or something. That way, at least you can figure out where you are and where you are going.

Never mind. It's a big deal! As long as you find a place where there are people, even if it's just a small island, there is always a way to ask.

Wu Ge has been cultivating immortals for a long time. This kind of mind is not comparable to the original. Compared to the beginning of his immortal cultivation, he is now a completely different person.

So, under the warm sun, Wu Ge confidently spread his arms and took off. With a rotten strip of cloth. Continue in the northwest direction.

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Wilson's preparations are still in full swing.

To be honest, yesterday's naval battle did surprise Wilson, who had not expected to be able to rely on the close defense system on the warship to force the mysterious cultivator back. However, he did not intend to rely on these shells and missiles to defeat his opponents. He didn't have that many large laser emitters on hand, but he did have a few small ones, and his men were busy loading these small laser emitters onto the warships scattered around. And, according to the lessons of last night, these launchers will be installed in higher positions. In order to avoid the drawback of not being able to deal with sea-skimming flying targets.

But that's not all. Wilson was well aware that there is a principle of symmetry in asymmetric warfare. For example, the best way to deal with a submarine is a submarine, the best way to deal with a special forces is a special forces, and the best way to deal with a sniper is a sniper...... In the same way, the best way to deal with a practitioner is the practitioner.

After meeting with Richardson, Wilson flew back to China non-stop, and adjusted the deployment of troops according to the road map drawn by Richardson on the plane.

However, when he arrived at a country villa, he left all the communication equipment in the car, and only walked into the courtyard door empty-handed with Douglas.

The lawn outside the villa is very neatly manicured, and all kinds of herbaceous and woody flowers are also growing happily, which is the time for a hundred flowers to bloom. But as he walked to the door of the villa, Wilson nervously began to sneeze.

"It doesn't matter, right?"

Douglas asked, holding the doorknob.

"It's fine. ”

Wilson wiped tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief and said.

The door opened, and a strong musty and tobacco smell hit my face.

There is an old wizard living here. The wizard was a senior advisor to the "International Society for the Study of Human Psychiatric Abilities", of which Wilson was the president, and was nominally Wilson's subordinate, but Wilson never dared to control him as a subordinate. This is just a base for the old wizard, the outside is guarded by the employees of the "International Society for the Study of Human Parapower", and the inside is a forbidden area, which can only be entered by outsiders under the leadership of the old wizard's distant nephew, Douglas.

The old wizard was a very traditional wizard, which meant that he was more averse to modern things, obsessed with the study of magic rather than tidying up the house, keeping owls in the attic, snakes in the dining room, and lizards in his bed. He also loved tobacco and never left his pipe.

No, it's the pipe that never leaves your hand.

No, it's the pipe that never leaves the mouth.

This meant that the smell of the house he lived in was always like a cigar party had just been thrown.

"Uncle Howard, are you there?"

Upon entering the room, Douglas exclaimed.

No response.

"Dear Uncle, You ......"

"Shhh...... Hiss. ”

A large snake with white flowers on a black background swam up from the dining room and raised its head at Douglas.

"Ah, dear Grace, how are you...... Did you see Uncle Howard?"

Douglas spoke affectionately at the serpent, but Wilson tried to stay away from it.

"Grace" looked back at the stairs leading to the second floor, then swam over and rolled over to Douglas on her own.

"Ah, so Uncle Ho......ward is there?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

There was a loud cough from upstairs.

"Uh, ahem, is that Douglas...... Ahem......"

A hunched white-bearded old man, with a long pipe in his hand, slowly came down from the stairs.

"Oh, dear Douglas. Ahem...... Good nephew, have you come to see your uncle?"

"Yes, uncle. Douglas kissed the old man on the cheek affectionately. "I'm your nephew. ”

"Oh, yes...... That's what I mean. The old man turned to Wilson. "So, this person you brought is ......"

"He's our president, sir. ”

Douglas introduced. My uncle doesn't have a good memory, and he's seen this scene a lot.

Old guy, what are you pretending to be stupid. How many dollars have you extorted from me, and do you still know me?" Wilson muttered to himself. (To be continued......)