Mortal Prison Chapter 77: Time bomb

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A ray of clear moonlight poured in through the small window, giving the small room a shallow silver light, like the white gauze on a classical beauty.

Such an environment makes it easy for people to calm down.

I closed my eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to feel my body. Unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory. I did not feel the feeling that Li Huang said, but almost fell asleep.

This made me feel frustrated, so I slapped myself hard and forced myself to enter meditation again. However, my condition became worse and worse, my breath became messy, and my head was filled with all kinds of complicated thoughts.

The more unsuccessful I was, the worse my mood became, making me anxious and unable to control myself.

When I got excited, something strange happened in my body. My muscles began to squirm, as if there were many sharp needles hitting my body. Then my head started to hurt.

I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t help but feel miserable even if I meditate. I can no longer care about myself. The severe pain forced me to curl up and fall on the bed, sweating like rain all over my body. The sheets were soaked, and an unbearable growl came from his throat.

Crunch!

Suddenly, the door opened.

I looked up with difficulty, my vision was hazy, and I saw a slim figure standing in front of the door.

It's Anya. Her figure is completely outlined by the thin and close-fitting pajamas, which are smooth and concave. She may have just woken up from her sleep. Her black hair is slightly messy and she looks a little lazy.

She walked up without saying a word and gently touched every bulging muscle on my body with her hands. Her fingertips were slightly cold and smooth.

She exudes a delicate fragrance like orchid and musk, and is as gentle as the breeze blowing on her face.

Miraculously, under her gentle caress, the squirming muscles gradually calmed down. I felt as if all the strength in my body had been drained away, and I lay on the bed like a dead dog.

Anya chuckled and said: "My mother always said in the past that food is the only thing you can't live up to, so no matter how bad your mood is, eating some sweets will always make you feel better."

With that said, she stood up and left, and came back a moment later with a plate.

On the plate is a delicate pastry, accompanied by a bowl of fragrant sweet soup.

"Let's have something to eat."

She smoothed her hair, and her charming look made people dare not look directly at her. She smiled and said: "I baked it before going to bed. It was originally for tomorrow's breakfast. It seems that you have to accept it in advance."

Don't tell me, I was indeed a little hungry. I swept away the delicacies she brought me like a storm. The food was not large and seemed not enough for me to fill my teeth. But after eating it, I felt magically energetic.

"You know a lot."

I looked at her with shining eyes: "Can you tell me why I looked like that just now?"

"I don't know, if I am such a powerful person like you, how can I do these servant jobs?"

Anya curled up on the bed and smiled. She concentrated on playing with her feet and said without raising her head: "Don't think about it too much. I'm just an ordinary person. I just serve you big men." I have been serving a lot, and I have learned to watch your actions. I only need to look at you to know that you must be too impatient. Being impatient is harmful and can easily lead to bad things, so as long as you calm down, everything will be fine!"

She does have a pair of very delicate feet, or should we call them jade feet. Her skin is fair, her fingers are neatly arranged, and the curvature of her side profile is mesmerizing.

She seemed to notice that I was looking at her feet, so she hid her feet in her pajamas, got up, put away the dishes, said good night and left.

"Hey!"

I waited until she reached the door before I called out to her. After a moment of hesitation, I said, "I'll remember the life-saving grace."

"Are you talking about this meal?"

Anya covered her mouth and smiled softly: "I am your assistant. If a meal can be regarded as a life-saving grace, then how many lives will you owe me in the future!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Ordinary people?

I shook my head and smiled, noncommittal.

I experienced the same pain just after injecting the No. 1 drug. How could it go away so easily? It has to be so painful that I can't bear it until I don't even know it hurts. At that time, there was really only a glimmer of will left that told me - I can still live if I can't hold it back, but it will pass if I can't hold it back.

This is a matter of life and death, can she just give it a gentle touch?

I don’t believe it, it’s just that I have just embarked on this path and I can’t see through her methods!

After this experience, I definitely didn’t dare to try it tonight, so I simply washed my face and covered my head to sleep.

The breakfast the next day, as I expected, was not the delicious pastries and sweet porridge, but soy milk and fried dough sticks.

However, I was not stupid enough to expose Anya.

The relationship between people is maintained by a layer of window paper. If it is exposed, let alone friends, they may become enemies.

I am not a person who likes to give up. I cannot give up just because I suffered a loss. Therefore, after a day of settling down, I started to try to feel my body and brain again.

I took note of Anya’s advice and always keep myself at peace.

Although I still failed several times, whenever I started to become irritable, I would stop immediately without putting myself in danger again.

Once, twice...

If you don’t succeed, keep trying.

With this unwillingness to admit defeat, after trying at least hundreds of times, I finally started to get into a good situation.

This time, my brain opened up and I saw the energy floating between heaven and earth again. When I closed my eyes, my mind was empty and I could feel the power beating in my body.

It was a warm feeling, as if every life in my body was cheering. I knew those were my own cells. In addition, there were many cells that were a little dull, but I could feel them.

"Six percent!"

I opened my eyes and made this judgment about my body.

According to the white paper, three percent of cellular energy is the limit that a normal person can control. Once this limit is exceeded, people will suffer various injuries. For example, many athletes have actually reached physical fitness. The limit, if you think about taking a step forward, it will inevitably be accompanied by all kinds of pain!

Three percent of cell energy is still too low to guide energy, and is not enough to guide more cell energy. This is why many ordinary people cannot become warriors through their own efforts.

Among Liming’s drugs, except for Drug No. 1, the best drug is Drug No. 2. This drug can stimulate 5% of cellular energy. This level of cellular energy is most suitable as guiding energy. It does not exceed the body's endurance limit, but can also guide other cells to wake up one after another!

After taking medicine, many warriors only need to continue to exercise their bodies. When the physical strength increases, other cell energy will be released one after another. When it reaches ten percent, it will be a matter of course to reach the secret realm.

From this aspect, it is more difficult for warriors than monks to get started. When monks use the dark medicine, their brains will be developed to 10% immediately. As long as they can feel the energy between heaven and earth and use it, even if Entering a subtle secret realm.

However, warriors also have their own advantages. When the energy of the surrounding world is thin, the combat effectiveness of monks will undoubtedly be affected, but warriors who rely on their own energy will not!

The No. 1 medicine is similar to the underworld medicine. It can directly activate 10% of the cell energy and send the warrior into a micro-secret realm instantly.

This idea is good, but it is destined not to be realized.

The release of cellular energy requires a strong body to match it!

Even wild boars can’t tolerate this kind of medicine. How can any normal person tolerate it? Those who can take this medicine are basically warriors who have entered the subtle secret realm or above. Such warriors do not need the No. 1 medicine!

After I took this medicine, 6% of the cell energy was awakened and the remaining 4% was dormant. This is a lucky coincidence!

Once the remaining four percent of energy awakens, I will be finished immediately. My current physical strength cannot bear it!

"You must temper yourself immediately and increase your physical strength!"

I secretly swear that this feeling is uncomfortable, it is equivalent to holding a bomb in my arms that will explode at any time!

The white paper contains ways to improve physical strength, most of which are moves and weird training methods.

That's what warriors are like. If you want to become stronger, you have to constantly train yourself. It's a very painful process. That's why there are many monks in this world now, but very few warriors!

Unfortunately, I don’t like the moves recorded in the white paper, and I can’t help but think about all the changes in my body on the plane.

Intuition tells me that all moves and training methods are inferior to the Nine Dragons Diagram...

That picture is so addictive, you won’t be able to put it down once you pick it up!

By some strange coincidence, I took out the leather scroll, caressed it for a moment, and slowly opened it...

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