I have a room in Huangquan

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At that time, I had just beaten the tiger away, and before I could recover, I was attacked by this guy.

If he hadn't sensed the danger, and immediately avoided the throat, he might be in doubt as to whether he would survive now.

It was followed by a one-day escape. Relying on his strong physique and amazing resilience, he quickly recovered from his injuries and gradually changed from a prey to a hunter role.

There is no invisibility ability, no spiritual assistance, only physical strength.

Between hunting and being hunted, the identity is constantly changing.

I learned a lot of skills from it, just like Chen Lao said.

The beasts in this deep forest decide their own fate every time they make a move. Fighting has become their nature, and they are their best and most direct teachers.

"Come on, go home!"

After being entangled by the black panther for so long this time, I felt like I was exhausted. Besides, counting the time, the ebb tide was about to ebb today.

The last time the tide was low, I was too excited to wrestle with the bear and missed the tide period. This time, I can't miss it.

The most important thing is that the bad old man doesn't know if he will come today.

There is no news about this old guy recently. He brought the three-steamed meat with him, but he didn't see it until now.

I was waiting, and when he came, help me solve the mystery on the tip of the sheriff's tail.

From the tactical pocket at the waist, he took out the 【Wishing Copper Coin】and threw it lightly.

A steady stream of spiritual energy began to pour into his flesh and blood.

Suddenly, there was an unprecedented feeling, as if the nicotine in the tobacco leaves made my thoughts float.

"Zizi..."

The already weak muscles, like a dry-cooked sponge, frantically absorbed the surging spiritual energy, and even the wounds healed and scabbed quickly after a white mist.

However, within a few minutes before and after, the blood scab had fallen off by itself, without even leaving a little scar on his body.

"Hu~~"

With the complete return of psychic energy, a white mist was released with Ding Xiaoyi's heavy breathing. It seemed that it was just a light blow, but it was a strong wind that was blown away by the surrounding wind and rain.

Perhaps, as the old saying goes, a long absence is better than a new marriage.

Without the assistance of psychic energy for a long time, my every move seemed to be restricted.

At this time, after the spiritual energy returned to the body, it gave him a deeper understanding of the use of spiritual energy.

Opening his eyes, the rain in front of his eyes could no longer cover his sight, and his figure leaped as fast as lightning.

I believe that if the black panther saw Ding Xiaoyi at this moment again, he might not even have the thought of running for his life.

Walking in the corner of the woods, I found the exploration vehicle where I parked.

He opened the door and got into the car. Although it was a rainy day, there was still hot water in the car. After taking a comfortable hot bath and changing into a set of clean clothes.

Then he took out the thick and long black iron key in his hand, and rubbed it gently.

"Chai Mu's new residence!"

When he silently said these four words, the long-lost feeling suddenly enveloped himself.

In the familiar room in front of him, the air was filled with the familiar smell of sauerkraut beef noodles. Without thinking about it, he knew that the big head must be eating Mr. Chen's noodles at this time.

His eyes swept away, and before he got up, a black shadow rushed into his arms, licking his fingers with a rough tongue.

"Meow!"

The sheriff first sniffed his own body. Even after taking a bath, the smell of the panther still couldn't escape the sheriff's keen sense of smell.

Immediately, there was a bit of resentment in those jewel-like eyes, and he began to lick his hands.

Ding Xiaoyi hugged the sheriff in his arms, stroking the guy's hair, and with a glance, he saw that the diary on the table had opened a new page.

Chapter 197: Proper Stop

The diary was opened, which made Ding Xiaoyi jump on it impatiently, and looked through it carefully.

I hope that from this diary, the mystery about that treasure can be found on the next page.

After all, the clues my grandfather left for me were too vague.

But obviously, to my disappointment, the content of this page is very short.

And there is no mention of any clues about the treasure on the previous page.

Alliance Calendar 101 May 7

Er Lengzi is very unhappy today.

He still seems to be upset that he lost the bet to me last time.

I don't know why, but when I saw his angry expression, I suddenly felt that this silly fool was very cute.

I took out my collection of red wine and chatted with him a lot.

When I talk about the overseas world.

He mentioned a very interesting place called Atlanta, a world that has sunk long ago.

But in recent years, many interesting creatures have appeared in it.

Where is the current restricted area for human beings, and it is also a place where all aliens cannot set foot.

Only every 18 years, the lost continent will appear on the water, just about six hours.

And next year, when this continent rises, he can take me to see it together.

After speaking, he took out a silver coin.

This is what we have become a daily gambling habit.

I chose heads as usual, and he still chose tails, but this silver coin never seemed to favor him...

"Atlan!"

After Ding Xiaoyi repeated the name, he counted the time in his mind, and it appeared once every 18 years.

According to the diary, the last time it appeared was in 102 years, and this year is 119 years, and it will pass soon.

Doesn't it count as next year?

That was the place my grandfather had been to, and I was also curious as to what kind of magical place it was.

Look again, on the lower left corner of this paragraph, there is also a very strange coordinate and time marked, May 5

Keep the time in the diary in mind, and he might as well look for it if he gets the chance.

Keep looking down.

However, the date below skipped a full two years.

December 103th, 12th year of the Alliance Calendar.

A year ago, our newly developed drug experiment failed.

Although the potion failed, we discovered that the people who used the potion would burst out with astonishing power in a short period of time.

It seems to be burning his own life as a price in exchange for short-lived power.

This discovery made the alliance buy out the potion at a very favorable price.

I didn't know until today that this potion has been improved several times.

It has become a special potion unique to the alliance, called "Moth".

But even though it has been improved many times, the side effects of this medicine are still not completely eliminated.

Just like its name, once taken,

Moths to the flames...

The content of this page is not much, only two things are recorded.

The first thing is that somewhere in the sea next year, a mysterious island called Atlanta will appear.

The other thing is to record a past event.

Although it doesn't do much for me, it can be regarded as increasing my knowledge a lot.

Especially Atlanta, this place, is not specifically described in the diary, and even my grandfather did not record the follow-up of this incident.

But from the tone of the idiot, he deduced that Atlanta should be a good place.

Close the diary.

When Ding Xiaoyi pushed open the door and walked out with the police chief in his arms, he was still holding the iron pot. After seeing himself, he looked at the braised beef noodles in the pot, and Ding Xiaoyi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

It seems that he is still struggling, whether to eat first, or to pounce on him and act like a baby with his master.

During the brief entanglement, the big head decisively chose to pounce on the pot.

: "Love~~"

The corner of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched, he was really worried that the big head would be unstable, so he put the cauldron upside down on his head.

At this time, the back of my body softened, and I saw the meat ball rolling behind me at some point, and the soft body dragged me up, fitting my buttocks and lower back perfectly, so that I could lie as comfortably as possible.

"It seems that you have gained a lot these days!"

When Mr. Chen said this, he threw all the white pork fat in his hand into the pot, and after adding a small amount of drinking water into the pot, he began to stir fry slowly.

Because I always feel that those soybean oils are not tasty enough, so Mr. Chen plans to boil some pork himself today.

The reason why some water is added to the pot is that the lard boiled with water will be whiter and reduce the smell of lard.

"It's not bad! I met a good teacher and studied with it for a few more days!"

As Ding Xiaoyi said, he stuffed a candy into Rouqiu's mouth, and at the same time, with the other hand, he patted Datou's simple and honest face, indicating that he could continue eating noodles.

Old Chen nodded in relief, and didn't ask about the process.

He knew that there was no shortage of such good teachers in the mountains and forests.

After all, teachers with poor quality were eliminated by nature.

Being able to survive in this perilous deep forest, even if it's just a rabbit and a fish, may give you something to gain.

Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the peaceful Huang Quan not far away.

There is still silence on Huangquan.

Even just accidentally set off a small splash.

Just listening to the rushing sound of the water surface, you know that the time for ebb tide is coming soon.

"Zizi..."

A white mist billowed in the cauldron, and as the water quickly evaporated, the fat in the pot began to ooze transparent grease.

After reducing the fire, Old Chen turned around and pointed to the dilapidated two-wheeled vehicle beside him: "Master, what are you going to do with this thing!"

In the corner, I saw a dusty motorcycle parked there, with exaggerated handlebars, like two opposite horns on the top of a goat's head.

The front of the car is like a one-eyed halogen headlight, and the bulbs inside are gone.

Even the wheels are only the hubs, and the tires are gone.

Just such a waste of copper and rotten iron, to add 50 Ming notes, this is like robbery.

But there is no way, when I saw this motorcycle for the first time, I was instantly fascinated.

The perfect structure, the leather saddle seat, even if it is covered with dust, still gives people a sense of retro and domineering impact.

And the English word (harley) under the owl icon on the side of the compartment cover.

Every detail, in my eyes, is like a young girl waiting to be developed by myself, which makes me excited.

only……

Until now, I haven't touched it because this car doesn't belong to me yet.

The original plan was to wait for the bad old man to find a way to get some money from him.

As a result, the bad old man never showed up during this period of time.