Douluo: Legend of Time Dragon

After practicing alone in the walled city for 20 days, I had never been able to gain access to the internal skills and mental methods. Unexpectedly, I got the right one and successfully got started.

Jiang Sen felt a wisp of strength like silk thread, slowly traveling through his meridians.

He tried hard to keep his mind calm and guided his energy all the way down Tiantu, Xuanji, Zigong, and Zhongting, passing through Juque, Shenque, Yinjiao, and straight to the Qi Sea.

When the energy reached the sea of ​​​​qi, Jiang Sen felt that his whole body became relaxed for a moment.

It's like having a good night's sleep and waking up energetic and lively.

The physical energy that was consumed on Shanshan and Lingyu seemed to come back all at once.

Jiang Sen gathered his thoughts and started practicing according to the internal skills method again.

The essence contained in the grains and grains is transformed into strength, which is then guided by internal skills and mental methods, slowly running along the meridians, repairing cells damaged by violent training.

Again and again!

……

Time passed little by little.

I don't know how long it took, but when he felt a strange sound coming from his ears, Jiang Sen woke up from his trance in an instant.

When I opened my eyes, I heard that it was Lingyu knocking on the door.

"Brother, if you don't say anything, why don't we come in?"

Lingyu said and opened the door.

When she saw Jiang Sen sitting cross-legged on the bed, Shanshan immediately said dissatisfied: "Oh~~ you made us stand outside the door for several hours. It turns out you are pretending to be a ghost here."

Lingyu also pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "We didn't even eat lunch. We worked with you for more than an hour and even helped you stand guard. Our stomachs are almost hungry. How do you want to compensate us?"

“I’ll treat you to a big dinner later!”

Jiang Sen laughed and stood up from the bed.

Stretching his arms, he was surprised to find that all the bruises and pain caused by the crazy exercise these days were gone.

Especially on the legs, the bruises and swelling caused by the constant practice of sweeping and kicking sandbags and wooden sticks have now completely disappeared, leaving only light bruises.

I couldn't help but feel even more excited, "The mental skills of the Yue Family Boxing are indeed magical."

After Jiang Sen got dressed, he followed the two girls downstairs.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the nightclub was very lively. The lights and shadows were intertwined. The guests and the ladies were hugging each other tightly. Their hands and mouth were not idle, and they were slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music. They looked very much like their previous lives. Some local salsa dances.

Mommy over there saw them coming down and hurriedly came up to greet them.

"Boss Dong, did you have fun?"

"Okay."

The two of them laughed and chatted for a while, and then Mommy lowered her voice and said to Lingyu: "Your godfather has been waiting for you for a long time. Come over and say hello."

"Which godfather?"

"Who else can it be? Of course it's the one named Chen..."

Before Mommy finished speaking, Jiang Sen put his hand on her shoulder. With a little force on her hand, Mommy suddenly felt like she was being bitten by a snake, "Ah..."

Jiang Sen looked at Mommy and sneered: "Do you know what first come, first served means? We haven't finished here yet, and you are busy introducing other guests. Why, my money is not money?"

Mommy's face was deformed with pain at this time, and she immediately apologized: "Yes...I'm sorry, Boss Dong, I was wrong. You have a lot of money, please spare me."

When Shanshan and Lingyu saw this, they quickly helped to plead for mercy.

Jiang Sen then let go of his hand, took out a wad of money from his pocket, handed it to Lingyu and said, "In that case, this money is for me to treat you to a big dinner."

Lingyu held Jiang Sen's head, kissed him hard on the cheek and said, "Thank you, godbrother, please don't be angry. When you come over next time, we will definitely accompany you well."

He said and handed him a business card with the call number and landline number on it.

Shanshan also held Jiang Sen's arm and kissed him on the other side of his face, "Brother, don't forget me~"

After chatting with Jiang Sen, the two girls followed their mother and left.

Only then did Jiang Sen realize that his stomach was growling with hunger.

Qigong extracts the essence of grains, so it consumes a lot of physical energy. Eating bran and swallowing vegetables makes it impossible for internal practitioners to practice Kung Fu, let alone external practitioners practicing Kung Fu.

That's why there is a saying that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts.

He was too lazy to run away. Anyway, the nightclub had everything, including food, drink, entertainment, and sleep.

He called a waiter over and asked him to order some food and drinks for him. Then he found a booth in the corner and sat down to wait.

Soon the waiter came over with pork chop rice, stir-fried lettuce, and healthy old fire soup.

Jiang Sen finished the meal in a hurry and felt not full, so he ordered another portion.

When the second portion came, while I was eating, the call machine in my pocket rang.

He took out the call machine and took a look. It was Lai Piwen who called him.

He continued to eat slowly, wiped his mouth after eating, went to the bar and borrowed a phone to reply.

After answering the call, he was ready to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in the shadow of the corner, looking around as if waiting for someone.

The other party was very alert. After feeling that someone was peeping at him, he immediately looked towards him.

This man is none other than one of the big boys whom Jiang Sen met in the Kowloon Walled Noodle House when he first came to this world, nicknamed "Dadong".

Jiang Sen not only remembered the other party's nickname, but also knew that the other party's real name was He Yaodong, one of the ten most wanted criminals in Hong Kong.

He found that Dadong seemed very surprised when he saw him.

He raised his legs and walked towards the door, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped again, then turned around and walked towards the other party.

He Yaodong had been watching Jiang Sen closely. When he saw him walking towards him, he immediately dropped his hands and placed them on his waist, staring at him with a pair of sharp eyes.

Jiang Sen spread his hands hanging by his sides outward, indicating that he had no weapons.

He Yaodong glanced at the crowd around him, but in the end he did not draw his gun.

Jiang Sen walked up to He Yaodong and asked with a smile, "You seemed surprised to see me?"

He Yaodong looked at him without speaking.

Jiang Sen still smiled and asked: "You want to kill me, right? Why? I remember it seems like this is the second time we meet. Have I offended you before?"

When He Yaodong heard this, his expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

At this time, He Yaodong was extremely depressed. He had just received the task of killing Jiang Sen an hour ago, and he was very surprised when he saw the photo.

He originally planned to take action in a few days, but who knew he would actually see the other party in a nightclub in East Tsim Sha Tsui at night.

He was hesitating in his mind, should he kill the other party now?

When Jiang Sen saw He Yaodong's expression, he knew that no matter what he asked, the other party would not answer.

But even if He Yaodong didn't say it, he could have guessed that he had offended two people in total, Dao Scarzhong and Vulture. It was unlikely that Dao Scarzhong would find Daquanzi's gunmen to assassinate him because he hated Daquanzi very much. young.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have the courage.

So only the vultures remain.

"It's true that revenge doesn't last overnight! You have the same temper as me, I like it."

Jiang Sen smiled and muttered to himself, then looked behind He Yaodong with a hint of surprise on his face, "Huh? Raw chicken?"

When He Yaodong heard the name "raw chicken", he subconsciously looked behind him.

I'm still wondering, isn't the raw chicken in the Kowloon Walled City, why did it come to the nightclub in East Tsim Sha Tsui?

When he found there was nothing behind him, he immediately knew something was wrong, turned around and planned to draw his gun.

However it was too late.

The moment he turned around, a bright light flashed across his head. He Yaodong felt a chill on his neck, and the hand holding the gun immediately became weak.

The young man who was smiling just now gave him another bright smile, then turned and left.

Because the speed was too fast, Jiang Sen walked a few meters away, and He Yaodong felt a hot stream of heat flowing out of his neck.

He tried hard to raise his hand and touched it, but he touched a large stain of blood.

It was only then that He Yaodong realized that he had been wiped on the neck.

He was immediately horrified and covered his neck with both hands to prevent the blood from flowing out.

"save……"

He wanted to ask the waiter not far away for help.

But as soon as the mouth was opened, the blood in the aorta mixed with the hot air flowed down the incised throat, and a "gurgling" sound came out of the throat.

A strong sense of suffocation came, causing He Yaodong to bend down.

He was on his knees, holding his hands around his neck while opening his mouth to try and breathe.

Yet doing so would only hasten his death.

Soon He Yaodong was lying on the ground, and a large amount of red blood spilled down his neck.

A generation of gangsters died in a corner of a nightclub.