Chapter 13 The Sort of the Son

Knowing that Han Li had injured his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the food to his room and prepared to accompany him to eat.

Han Li saw that he was clumsily in his own house, moving chairs for a while, tossing the table for a while, and was busy for a long time. Finally, everything was done and he could eat. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, but more than that, he was a little moved.

After making a decision at the table, the two began to stuff food into their mouths while chatting gossiping at the door, and exchanged each other's practice experience from time to time.

When it comes to the other party's "like armor skill", Zhang Tie rolled his eyes depressedly.

Now Zhang Tie is a little talkative about "like armor skills". Although he has only practiced the first level, he has been tortured by Dr. Mo. Not only do you have to soak some unpleasant medicinal juice at regular times, but you also have to be beaten by Dr. Mo's wooden stick from time to time, saying that it is to temper his tendons and bones.

These rough practice methods made him unable to sleep peacefully every night for a period of time. Because his whole body was red and swollen, as soon as he touched the wooden bed, he grinned in pain.

For him, it was really a nightmare.

Zhang Tie was very envious of the unknown formula practiced by Han Li from the bottom of his heart.

I felt that every day, as long as I was like a monk, I could meditate and recite the scriptures. Han Li heard these words and could only face them speechlessly.

Han Li can still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the last few layers of "like armor". Who knows, when he has to experience several times more torture than before, he will sit and sleep restlessly.

Zhang Tieneng has persisted until now and has not given up, which has been greatly admired by Han Li.

If it were him, he would not practice this kind of self-abuse martial arts, even if he could become a first-class master overnight, the same opinion.

As the two of them were talking, they had almost finished dinner. After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he asked him to rest early to heal his foot injury.

Han Li stood at the door. After seeing the other party leave, he hurried back to the house and closed the doors and windows, leaving only a ventilation skylight. Then he took out the bottle from the bag and began to study it again.

After all, Han Li was just a teen-year-old child. After tossing and turning for a while, he was a little tired of seeing that he had no clue. In addition, there were wounds on his feet, and he was a little tired. Unconsciously, he leaned against the edge of the bed with the bottle in his hand and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took. Han Li, who was sleeping sweetly, suddenly felt a feeling of ice, which came from one hand.

Han Li was so excited that he had a cold war, reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids, and looked at his strange hand in a daze.

Suddenly, he immediately sat up, his mouth wide open, and even saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth without noticing. He was no longer sleepy at all, and was completely subdued by the scene in front of him.

A trace of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, and all gathered on the bottle in the hand, forming a white light spot the size of a grain of rice, so that the whole bottle was surrounded by a thin layer of white light.

The white light is very soft and not dazzling at all, and the cold feeling comes from the faint white light.

Han Li swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva, and then suddenly woke up. He threw the bottle in his hand aside like a hot hand, and crawled to hide to the other side.

After observing vigilantly for a while, he found that there seemed to be no danger, so he carefully came up again.

The bottle surrounded by white light is particularly beautiful and seductive, with a little mystery.

Han Li hesitated for a moment and gently poked the bottle with his finger. Seeing that there was no reaction, he carefully picked up the bottle again. I put it on the table again, and I lay nearby, excitedly observing this strange scene that I had never seen before.

Han Li didn't blink his eyes and stared intently at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, and finally let him discover some of the mysteries.

The bottle is constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering nearby through the surface of the bottle. No, it's not absorption, it's these light spots that are desperately squeezed into the bottle, competing one by one, as if they were alive.

Han Li was a little curious and gently touched one of them with his fingertips.

Cool! Apart from this, there is nothing special about it.

Han Li looked up.

White light is still falling down from the skylight, and there is no sight to stop at all.

Han Li looked at the closed doors and windows everywhere, and then looked at the open skylight above.

He had a clever move, gently pushed open the door, and looked out with his head.

Fortunately, it's late at night now. Except for a few cooing sounds of autumn insects, it's quiet outside, and there's no one everywhere.

Han Li retracted his head, turned around and grabbed the bottle, put it into the leather bag, and then ran out quickly.

I ran all the way to a secluded and empty place, and then stopped.

I glanced around with my eyes to make sure that there was really no one else here. Then he was careful. He took out the bottle again and gently put it on the ground.

The light spot near the bottle has disappeared without a trace after it was put into the leather bag.

But Han Li is not worried.

Sure enough, after a short time, much more light than in the house gathered from all directions. Then, countless white light spots appeared densely around the small bottle, forming a huge ball of light the size of a basin.