The cold wind is biting, and the north wind roars.

Above the cliffs, ice sashes hang around the cliffs.

Under the cliff, the man with his upper body exposed hit the cliff again and again with his flesh and blood, like a wild beast with strong wildness, madly self-harm.

His body was covered in bruises and his fists were cracked.

Sweat flows on your body, and blood splatters in the snow.

Not far away, the woman was wearing a white coat, standing quietly in the wind and snow, holding a men's black coat in her hand.

The wind and snow are cold, but her heart is hot at this moment.

She had never seen such a man before, and didn't know how to describe such a man.

After only half a year of getting along, from hatred, disgust to habit, to awe, admiration, to sympathy, and pity, she herself didn't realize when she started to feel distressed.

She wanted to speak and let him stop and rest for a while, but she opened her mouth many times without saying it.

She knew that she was not her after all, and he would not listen to her.

The man stopped, perhaps because he was tired, or because he thought of something, and stood beneath the cliff without fighting against the mountain with his flesh and blood.

All around him were stones that were smashed by him, and his solid muscles were rising and falling from exhalation.

Seeing the man stop, the woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman was about to come forward to deliver clothes, but the man turned to look over. Her gentle gaze made her heart beat faster for no reason, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

But the gentle gaze flashed and then became dull.

The woman's heart trembled slightly and felt a little painful.

She is not her after all.

The woman slowly walked towards the man, lifted her black coat and put it on the man.

Before the woman could touch the man's body, the man raised his hand and took the coat out of her hand.

"I'll do it myself."

The woman was a little disappointed and said worriedly: "Why do you have to do this? Wait for another year or two, and the old man's internal energy can completely repair your injury. If you forcefully resolve it now, it will only cause more injuries."

The man did not answer, put on his clothes, turned around and walked past the woman.

The woman also turned around and followed the man.

Tall back, broad shoulders, firm and determined steps.

The woman could see the gods so much that she forgot to see the way under her feet.

By accident, the woman stepped into the snow-covered ravine.

"Ouch"!

The woman screamed and fell into the snow.

The man walking ahead seemed to have not heard it, and did not look back, and continued to move forward.

The pain in my feet penetrated into my heart, and tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.

I have been so many years, I only remember crying many years ago during training. As a person carefully trained by the organization, I have never experienced any kind of tempering. She once thought that she would never shed tears again.

The woman raised her hand to wipe her tears, thrust her feet hard, trying to pull her feet out of the gap.

But I tried several times but failed. My feet should have been stuck in the cracks of the stones under the snow. The harder I tried, the more I felt the more painful it was.

The woman buried her head in the snow, and her fair fingers soon turned red.

At this time, a pair of big feet appeared under her nose. The woman raised her head and the man was already standing in front of her.

The woman who had already stopped her tears, she once again tears

Flow out.

"Don't move around." The man squatted down and slashed the snow on it in just a few strokes of his wide palm, revealing the narrow cracks of the rocks, and the woman's feet were stuck in it.

The man stared at the woman's feet in the crack of the rock, frowned slightly, as if thinking about how to pull out the woman's feet without aggravating the injury.

The woman seemed to have forgotten the pain at this moment, and her eyes were still on the man's face.

The man's face is as if he had been decorated with a knife and an axe, with clear edges and three-dimensional facial features, and a slightly vicissitudes of life on his firm face. Although he is in his fifties, he does not look as old as an average man in his fifties. Perhaps it is

The reason why the muscle cells in the Vajra Realm are extremely strong is that except for a few slightly white hair on their temples, there is no twilight energy on their faces, and they even look more masculine than other men in their thirties.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, the man inserted his fingers into the crack of the rock, and pulled open the stone connected to the mountain like a steel brazing.

The man carefully took out the woman's feet from the cracks of the rock.

The woman looked at the man with tears in her eyes, and a feeling that she had never felt before appeared in her heart.

She has played many roles, socialites, dance teachers, and bar sings. She has met all kinds of men. Countless men are eager to him, trying every means to do everything possible to treat her well. There are also countless men who want to die.

Marry her, but she just pretended to be a show and never felt like this at this moment.

She knew that this feeling should be happiness, a feeling she had never experienced before.

The man took off the woman's shoes and his ankles were already swollen.

The man frowned again, "Can you leave?"

The woman wanted to say no, but she still said stubbornly: "I'll give it a try."

As she said that, she leaned over and prepared to put on her shoes, but as soon as the shoes touched her feet, she was so painful that she took a breath.

The man shook his head, lifted his shoes with one hand and turned his back, revealing his wide and thick back in front of the woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and a heat current rushed to her heart, and she carefully placed her hands on the man's shoulders.

A man carries a woman and walks on a snow-covered mountain road.

The woman slowly leaned her head against the man's shoulder. "Thank you."

"No need to thank you, just repay your kindness. You have taken care of me for half a year. If I leave you alone, I will be too unfaithful."

"It is my duty to take care of you."

The man didn't speak anymore, and the world became quiet, with only the whistling wind.

The woman wanted to find something to say, but she thought for a long time without knowing what to say.

After a long time, the woman asked, "Did you hit the rock before to force out the internal energy that the old man injected into his body?"

"Yes." The man nodded slightly.

"Is it useful?"

The man continued to move forward without answering.

The woman quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I won't tell the old man."

Seeing that the man still didn't speak, the woman said again: "I swear, I will never tell the old gentleman."

After a while, the man said slowly: "My son cultivated both inside and outside. When he was a child, he forced his internal energy from his dantian to force his limbs and bones from his limbs."

"Rolle the noodles and put dumplings"? "What does it mean"?

"Use a white wax stick to hit the acupoints around the body, and then use medicine to assist in treating trauma."

The woman said softly, "There is actually such a way to practice."

After a moment, the woman seemed to want

What to do? "When he was a child, his internal energy was very weak, and this method might work. But the old man was in the Qi Transformation Realm, and it was not an ordinary Qi Transformation Realm. He has been in the Qi Transformation Realm for decades, and it should be this world

Is it so easy for a person who has the deepest understanding of the Qi Transformation Realm to force out his internal energy?

The man said lightly: "There is no easy thing in this world, I have long been used to it."

A deep worry arose in the woman's heart. The organization sent her to the man not only to take care of his injuries, but also to monitor him to see if he really surrendered.

The man's actions at this time, she was really worried.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell the old man?"

"Didn't you just say you won't tell him?"

"I,,, you should know that the first lesson I took during training was lying."

The man said plainly: "It doesn't matter. Every move I make is under your nose. Can you hide it? Since I can't hide it, it doesn't make any difference whether I can tell you whether I can tell you."

"Then why do you still have to persist?" The woman's tone was a little anxious.

The man said lightly: "In the lifetime of a person, there are always some people who will let you protect him at all costs, and there are always some things that will make you do your best to complete."

"It's not all"! The woman retorted, "Many people are selfish. I have seen many people live for themselves. They never consider the life and death of others, nor do they do something regardless of life and death."

"Is that true?" The man said lightly: "Then these people are so pitiful."

"Pity"? The woman whispered silently, and her whole body trembled slightly, and sadness came from it.

The woman came back from the inexplicable sadness, "I can see that the old man really wants to train you to be a successor. If you become the successor of the organization, you will become the richest and most powerful person in the world.

, Haven’t all the problems been solved?”
To be continued...