I Made the Myth Template

"Why are you still here now?"

Charlene put down the broom in her hand, her black hair bathed in the red moonlight, and asked softly.

"I…"

Su Heng frowned, rubbed his temples, and finally slowly recalled what happened just now.

After training in the afternoon.

Su Heng originally planned to take a break in the hall outside the martial arts hall and squint for a while. Unexpectedly, practicing hard gong is indeed a labor-intensive task.

Not long after sitting on the chair, Su Heng fell asleep in a daze.

After falling asleep.

Habitually entered the template body, and continued to accompany the willow tree to explore the real world and absorb nutrients.

This careless, directly to the night.

"I'm sorry." Su Heng rubbed his aching shoulders, got up from the chair, and apologized to Charlene, "I'm disturbing your rest, I'll leave right away."

It's late at night now.

Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and it is not good for their reputation if it spreads out.

Su Heng got up, put on a coat, rubbed his face casually, woke up, and walked towards the door of the Dragon Scale Martial Arts Hall.

Come to the wide street.

Su Heng stopped, raised his head, and looked at the red moon hanging high in the sky with a helpless look on his face.

The night is dark now, and the red moon weather is added.

It is not easy to get a taxi.

The street where the Dragon Scale Martial Arts Hall was located was a relatively lively and prosperous area in Qingcheng, while the community where Su Heng lived was in an older urban area. The distance between the two streets is still a bit far.

How to go back now?

Just when Su Heng felt distressed.

"laugh!"

With the sharp braking sound, a sports car with smooth silver and white curves stopped in front of Su Heng.

The window rolled down slowly.

In the driver's seat, Charlene took off her sunglasses and looked at him with clear eyes, "Do you want me to take you home?"

After seeing this sports car, Su Heng instantly understood why Charlene said she was not bad for money. This "Silver Dragon" sports car has the lowest price of more than one million Wangjing coupons.

And the key is.

Charlene is usually not in Qingcheng at all, she spends most of her time in Wangjing, the main city.

This million-dollar sports car is just a scooter for Charlene. But thinking about it, as the only daughter of a large-scale martial arts hall owner, it seems to be expected to have such financial resources.

Medicine and martial arts.

It is recognized as the two most profitable industries among Wangjing City and the seven surrounding satellite cities.

Like the Dragon Scale Martial Arts Hall.

This kind of large-scale martial arts hall has a place in Qingcheng, and the wealth accumulated over the years is definitely not a small number.

"Thank you!"

Su Heng was not a hesitant either.

After being invited by Charlene, he came to the co-pilot - this sports car, there are only two driving positions.

boom!

Close the door and fasten your seat belt.

Charlene pulled the handbrake, put the gear on and tapped the accelerator. Amidst the sound of the engine roaring, the silver-white supercar with smooth curves disappeared into the street with a trail of smoke and dust.

The bustling streets during the day seem very deserted at night.

On both sides of the broad street, not a single pedestrian could be seen.

Charlene stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the wind whistled from her ears, the sports car seemed to be flying fast, and the shops and trees on both sides flashed by, leaving only a few bright color bars on the retina.

"Silver Dragon" drove out from the bustling central city and entered the ring road.

The surrounding buildings gradually wash up.

Instead, there are large tracts of farms and squat houses and villages scattered around the farms.

Apply the brakes lightly, after turning a corner.

Directly in front of the sports car, a large truck in the form of high speed, driving bright and dazzling high beams, instantly filled the entire field of vision.

laugh! ! !

Charlene's expression changed suddenly.

While pressing the brakes hard, turn the steering wheel hard and drift towards the farm on the side of the road.

In violent friction.

The car left several black scratches on the road.

The sports car roared and smashed through the guardrail beside the street and plunged headlong into the farm.

"boom!"

Charlene slammed her fist on the dashboard of the sports car.

The display on the dashboard survived the collision between the sports car and the street guardrail, but failed to survive Charlene's punch.

There were fine whitish cracks on the glass screen.

Charlene didn't speak or curse. She almost kicked the car door open with one foot, and with her slender thighs moving, she was about to walk towards the big truck behind her.

Su Heng frowned.

This traffic accident seems accidental. But it has an unusual taste.

Most of the night.

Suddenly, a big truck rushed out of the road. This matter, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

Like someone was planning to kill.

Su Heng frowned, his heart was full of vigilance.

After a few days of hard practice, the Dragon Scale Iron Cloth Shirt has been introduced to his practice. When it is fully exerted, dark red dragon scale-like patterns can even appear on the skin.

He still hasn't stepped into the transcendent realm.

But the distance is not far away, just a little bit of accumulation of vitality.

Not a little improvement in his own vitality, in exchange, is a substantial increase in the upper limit of the fusion template.

if we assume.

Before cultivating the dragon scale iron cloth shirt, Su Heng was only able to exert less than 10% of Kamiya's strength. Now, after Su Heng's vitality and defense have been further improved, he can already leverage Kamiya. Thirty percent of the power.

For a behemoth like Kamiya, a natural disaster.

Even 30% of the strength is enough to crush ordinary extraordinary powerhouses.

When Su Heng and Charlene got out of the car.

behind.

The big red truck was also parked on the side of the road, and two tall figures easily jumped out of the car.

The man on the left is wearing a white suit, with a twisted grim mask on his face, his shiny hair is meticulously combed, and there is a cold and dangerous feeling all over his body.

As for the young man on the right ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in a simple black shirt, the buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, his broad chest was exposed, and the expression on his face was evil, it was Long Jiuzhou.

"Dragon Kyushu!?"

Charlene recognized the person faster than Su Heng. She stopped, her delicate brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth. "Sure enough, your father's death has nothing to do with you."

This is the first time.

Su Heng heard extremely obvious emotional fluctuations in Charlene's voice.

He came later and came to Charlene's side.

He grabbed her arm and pulled Charlene behind him.

Su Heng's gaze passed over Long Jiuzhou, and then focused on the man in a white suit beside Long Jiuzhou.

With a solemn expression and a low voice: "Leave it to me here, what happens next may be a bit bloody..."