He Has a Dragon

Time flies like a white horse, unconsciously, three days passed in a flash. (starting)

In the past few days, Wang Le has been staying at Xiao Yuanfang's residence, not stepping out of the hospital, but treating his internal injuries day and night.

For three days, Mu Xiyan was the same as before, knowing that Wang Le didn't take the initiative to look for her, presumably the injury in her body was not fully healed, so she didn't take the initiative to bother her, at most at night, Wang Le took the initiative to call and talk to her. Phone porridge, say some sweet words, and that's enough.

In the process of continuous healing, the innate power in Wang Le's body began a new round of changes. It was born from the dantian and gathered into the innate power. When Wang Le opened the delusion-breaking method and looked inside the dantian, he found a liquid state. The round lake formed by the innate power of the human body began to slowly change from white to golden. It was no longer soft as before, but began to have a strong meaning.

After several days of constant exploration, Wang Le finally determined that this was caused by the innate power he cultivated during the day and the innate power he cultivated every night, mixed and neutralized.

During this period, Wang Le also tried to use his innate power to make his attack power stronger than before. Also because of this, Wang Le couldn't help but feel completely at ease, knowing that there was nothing wrong with his cultivation direction, but continued to develop in a good direction.

In this way, after three days of recuperating behind closed doors, most of the injuries in Wang Le's body healed, faster than half a month expected before, so Wang Le added a bit more confidence in the upcoming trip to Hong Kong Island , he didn't expect that something would change in time, and because his injury had not healed, he was tied up.

"Going to Hong Kong Island, don't you take a plane?"

On the tree-lined path in Lian Ya Yuan, Mr. Mu stopped, turned to look at Wang Le who was walking behind, and asked a little speechlessly.

Wang Le shrugged his shoulders, and replied casually: "Yes, I like to walk on land, and I feel at ease. I will not consider taking a plane unless I can fly someday."

Mr. Mu said with some amusement: "Then you don't have to expect to fly in this life."

Wang Le chuckled, but didn't speak.

At this time, Mr. Mu suddenly thought of something, his eyes showed curiosity, and asked with great interest: "The last time you went to France in Europa, how did you get there without taking a plane?"

"Ride a motorcycle!" Wang Le replied.

"Eh!" Three black lines appeared directly on the forehead of Mr. Mu.

What kind of stuff is in this kid's head?

Actually riding a motorcycle across the Eurasian continent, Mr. Mu was completely messed up, and he really didn't know what to say.

It can only be said that this kid is a pervert!

After a while, Mr. Mu said weakly: "I gave you the contact information just now, so go early and return early."

After a pause, Mr. Mu sighed, and said quietly: "It's nice to be young."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Mu walked home along the tree-lined path. Wang Le, who was standing still, did not follow and drive away the IX35 parked outside the yard. Yayuan

At 8:30 in the morning, Wang Le, wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket and a helmet, rode a heavy motorcycle and headed out of the capital.

He wants to go all the way south to Hong Kong Island!

In the rush of the wind and lightning, apart from refueling the car in the middle, and simple meals, Wang Le never stopped.

Fortunately, the weather along the road was good this time, unlike the heavy rain on the way back to Feicheng from Hong Kong Island last time.

There was no words all the way, the sun was setting and the moon was rising, time passed by in a flash, and at around six o'clock the next morning, Wang Le finally arrived at Causeway Bay on Hong Kong Island.

Putting the heavy locomotive into the Fayan space, Wang Le, who changed into a casual outfit, appeared in a tea restaurant called Shaji.

In the noisy hall, Wang Le found a place near the door, ordered breakfast, and then took out his mobile phone to dial the number.

"I'm Wang Le." After the call was connected, Wang Le gave his name directly without waiting for the other party to ask.

A man's voice came out of the phone, greeting respectfully: "Young Master Wang, where are you on Hong Kong Island?"

At this time, Wang Le took the breakfast brought by the waiter in the restaurant, and said to the phone: "Causeway Bay, Shaji Tea Restaurant."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le hung up the phone and began to enjoy breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Le ordered three more breakfasts to fill his stomach.

Seeing that the restaurant was a bit noisy and the air smell was not very good, so I went out after paying the bill.

Standing on the side of the road in front of the tea restaurant, Wang Le waited while smoking an after-dinner cigarette.

Hong Kong Island is a fast-paced city. At this time, it is the rush hour for commuting. There is already a traffic jam on the road, and people are coming and going on the sidewalk.

Looking at the traffic jam, Wang Le knew that if he wanted to wait for someone to come over, he would have to wait at least for a while.

As expected, after eight o'clock, the traffic flow on the road was cleared, and there was no traffic jam.

At this time, two violent gunshots suddenly reached Wang Le's ears.

Immediately, Wang Le reflexively looked towards the place where the gunshot was fired, that is, a jewelry store not far to the left.

There was chaos in front of the jewelry shop, and the passers-by scattered like birds and beasts. Two robbers were standing in front of the gate, wearing plastic masks with grimaces on their heads and holding AK-47s in their hands. Wang Le was stunned.

"Fuck, the firepower is so fierce, it's much stronger than the robbers in the mainland holding watermelon knives. It's a capitalist world!" Wang Le thought directly in his heart.

In line with the attitude that more things are worse than less things, Wang Le didn't do anything to shout at the injustice, and obediently hid in the tea restaurant.

At this time, the number of customers in the tea restaurant has decreased a lot, and the rest are old people and a few young people, and looking at the clothes of these young people, they are either unemployed or from mixed societies.

After a while, the dense gunshots were heard again, mixed with the voices of the police, which made the noisy tea restaurant completely quiet. The eyes of the guests showed fear, and Wang Le found a corner. Sitting there, not moving.

But never expected, never expected, when Wang Le confronted him with the attitude of passing by, the robber ran to the tea restaurant!

"Fuck!" Wang Le, who was sitting on the seat, was completely speechless when he saw the four robbers entering the tea restaurant with AK-47s in their hands, and his eyes were wide open. Can't run away!

At this time, Wang Le was full of resentment in his heart, and the eighteen generations of ancestors who were going to pick him up greeted him once.

The guests of the tea restaurant are also completely stupid, they saw the end of the world coming

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