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Because we know that Han was wounded feet, Zhang Tie to personally meal ended to his house, preparing a meal with him.
Han awkward to see him in his house, while moving a chair, while tossing a table, busy as a waited a long time, managed to eat all the things right to the heart can not help but laugh, but more than that was a bit touched.

Given in the table after they do, then while chatting on the inside gossip, while the food began to mouth, and from time to time exchange of experiences to each other's practice.

Speaking of the other one "as a power," Zhang Tie rolling his eyes straight on the depressed.

Zhang Tie now "like a credit", just some scared, although he only practitioners of the first layer, but the doctor had been tortured by Mexican hurt. Point of time not only to soak some foul concoction, but also from time to time subjected to the ink stick beat the doctor, that is to grown up on his bones.

Brutal practice of these methods, so that he was for a time, every night can not sleep. Because the swelling was covered with a touch wooden bed to the pain of his straight Ziyaliezui.

For him, it is really a nightmare.

The practice of the Han unknown formulas, Zhang Tie out from the heart of much envy.

That day, as long as the same as the monks, meditation, chanting on the line, so Han heard these words, only silent face.

Zhang Tie "like a credit" after the layers of fear, Han was able to understand. Who knows of any, even after several times worse than previously experienced the torture, he would feel restless, sleepless nights.

Zhang Tie to adhere to the present, did not give up, this has so much worship of Han.

If roles were reversed he would not say what he is such a masochistic martial arts training, even make him a first-class master overnight, the same view.

Two of effort he spoke, almost dinner to eat, Zhang Tie hastily put away dishes, you got up to leave, before he let him off earlier, a good resting a foot injury.

Han stood in the doorway, watched the other left to hurry back inside, close all doors and windows, leaving only one did not close the ventilation of the roof. This took the bottle from the bag, and study up.

Han, after all, just a ten-year-old, tossing for a while and see if there is no clue to some tired. Coupled with the feet still hurt, the spirit a little tired, they unknowingly hand holding a bottle leaning against the bed and drift off to sleep.

Do not know how long, sweet Han is sleeping, and suddenly felt a sense of Ice, uploaded from the hand over.

Han Ji Ling was called the Cold War, had barely opened his eyelids grew heavy roaring, stumbled to the trouble of their own hands looked.

Suddenly the look, he immediately sat up, mouth open and the big, even the flow of saliva from the mouth of the side out, did not notice. He could no longer sleep without the slightest, was a sight completely awed.

A trace of white light visible through the skylight open house the only fall from the sky, all gathered in the bottle in his hand, forming a white rice grain-sized dolphin spot, so that the whole are only a thin layer of the bottle surrounded by a thin white light.

This is a very soft white light, is not bright, but that cold feeling that white light from light pass over.

Han Meng swallowed a mouthful of saliva to become cold before suddenly woke up, hot like the hands of the bottle flung aside, their scratching and scrambling to hide the other side.

Vigilant observation for a while, that does not seem in any danger, just be careful and take care in the ranks.

Surrounded by the white bottle, it is particularly beautiful and attractive, but also with a bit of mystery.

Han hesitated, fingers gently poke a few bottles and see no response, it carefully picks up the bottle. Put it on the table once again, himself lying in the vicinity of the observation from the excitement never seen this spectacle.

Han has blinking eyes, staring at the white concentrate in the bottle the moment more minutes, finally told him to find the secret of a fraction of them.

The surface of the bottle by bottle, are kept wandering in the vicinity of the absorption with the white spot. No, not absorption, is that these points of light like in the hard to squeeze the bottle, one rushing, and seems to live in general.

Han a little curious, fingertips lightly touching one of them.

Cool! In addition to no other special features.

Han looked up.

Silk Road, a white light, is still kept off from the roof top to bottom, without the slightest way to stop.

Han looked around with the windows closed, and looked at the top of the open sunroof.

He thought quickly, gently push the door open, are constantly in the out looked on.

Fortunately, it is now late at night, in addition to several more cuckoo's Qiuchong sound, the outside is quiet, looked around no one there.

Han head back, and turned grabbed vials, hit it put into the bottle, and then ran out fast.

Has run a quiet, empty place open, this stopped.

With eyes to glance around a lot, sure no one else is really here. It carefully, take out the bottle again, and gently placed on the ground.

Spot near the original bottle, and then after it is loaded into the leather, has disappeared without a trace.

But Han was not worried.

Sure enough, after a little while, a road much more light than the filament in the house, had brought together from all directions. Then, numerous white points, dense surface in a small bottle around, forming a huge basin of light the size of the group.