(Today Monday is very important, now on the weekly push list, but also on the new book list, I hope to go further, all with everyone's support, please vote for the recommendation, thank you very much, there is a chapter in the evening, although it is still not fat, but ...... Hehe......

ps: Friendly recommendation of a new book, /book/1223683.aspx, the great god of the world, I haven't read this book, it was written by a book friend, so it is recommended by friends, you can help to taste it. )

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Standing on the dirt slope of the mine, facing the quiet night sky in the west, with the dark and dim red beast city behind him, the starlight on the sky dome in the Donglin Region was as dim as if there were infinite layers of veils, shrouded in the top of the atmosphere. In such a dimly lit environment, Xu Le's blurred figure was constantly twisting and stretching, according to certain predetermined routines, probing his feet, twisting his waist, sinking his body, punching, turning his wrists, and elbows......

Feng Yu watched calmly beside him and didn't say a word. It's been more than a year, and the boy has memorized this set of actions well, without the slightest mistake, and even the angle at which the tips of his fingers are dragged down diagonally will not deviate a single point.

This set of movements, which does not seem complicated, is obviously not considered a physical exercise, because the routines seem to be a little scattered, and the movements are too slow, more like a dance. The problem is that compared with the famous talents of the Shanglin Song and Dance Troupe, this dance is too stiff.

Raw is not jerky, but raw and cooked, Xu Le's movements have a bloody, completely unroasted by the fire, and extremely difficult to chew the feeling of raw flesh.

The hardness is not stiff, but the tempered plexiglass used as the face of the bearing knife in the workshop, and it is like the endless stones under the turf of Donglin Xing, blindly hard, and every movement is so crisp and neat.

This "stiff" dance is broken down into roughly ten movements, and every two movements are stepped in opposite directions. In the end, Xu Le seriously withdrew his right foot and squatted up in a strange posture, this set of actions was completely over.

It didn't look complicated, and the amount of exercise was not too big, but Xu Le's face was already covered with a layer of hot steam, and a flush oozed under the night sky in the Donglin Region. Sweat soaked the back of his shirt and dripped down the corners of his tight vest, which showed how much energy he had spent just such a short period of time.

Xu Le breathed slowly, unable to speak for a long time. The young man's body, which originally looked a little thin, seemed to be filled with a hidden force at the moment, and the lines were very beautiful, and he didn't know what this body would become in a few years, when he was completely sincere.

Staying silent was not only because he was tired, but also because the more than six hundred muscles in his body were completely occupied by a feeling of soreness at this time, so that Xu Le was reluctant to move even a little finger. Every myofifiber seemed to be breathing, expanding, grinding at the moment—like the friction of metal against porcelain stone, and it was painful to the extreme.

After the sourness, there was a completely spontaneous tremor that seemed to rise from the depths of Xu Le's heart, following the path of muscle nerves and those connective tissues, constantly spreading out to all directions, all the way like a drum, vibrating every subtle part of his body, so that the exposed skin began to probe small protrusions, and then disappeared, as if there was an invisible force sliding on his skin.

His trousers began to shiver in the windless night, obscuring the fact that his legs were shaking.

Xu Le didn't understand why the silky muscles heated up on their own, giving the illusion of friction, and he didn't know that it was because the myofibrils of the human body were originally composed of two filamentous proteins that were entwined together. Of course, he won't know why these muscles tremble, what they mean, and what they are for...... He just remembered what the repair shop owner had said, and he had to keep the pain in his heart, and he had to write down this sour and trembling path.

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After changing out of sweaty clothes and taking a shower, Xu Le, who was refreshing and refreshing, climbed up to the top of the pit again with his head drooped, and sat beside Feng Yu weakly, his face was a little pale, and he looked like he was seriously ill. Feng Yu ignored him, just looked at the crystal screen on his lap very casually, and a faint blue light flashed on his face, setting off the face of the repair shop owner with a somewhat cold and feminine feeling.

"It's impossible to confirm on the intranet whether Bao Longtao recognizes me. Xu Le said a little tiredly. With just a glance, the familiar light blue interface let the boy know that the boss had secretly invaded the federal police system today, and asked Levi's group of orphans to help him last time on Bell Tower Street, and it was precisely because of these two people on the top of the pit that they had already checked all the inside stories of the governor's office and the police station.

The person who can invade the official intranet system is of course not a simple person, but this seemingly ordinary repair shop owner has occasionally brought Xu Le this kind of surprise in the past two years, so he is not very surprised, and it is not a surprise anyway.

Sometimes Xu Le will also guess what big mistakes the boss made in the army back then, so that a talent like this will also become a deserter. In the past two years, he has always had a feeling of unreality, always feeling that he has met a hidden character in the market, too much like a drama performed in a movie or TV series, which is really unbelievable.

The boy didn't want to inquire about the boss's past, on the one hand, because he was really not interested, he just wanted to learn the knowledge of mechanical repair, and sometimes he was a little wary and jealous of Uncle Feng Yu's mystery, and always felt that he had strayed into a thief's den. On the other hand, it is because Xu Le is very good at reading people - in addition to the calmness that Feng Yu admires the most, the life of an orphan has made Xu Le develop the ability to observe words and colors, he knows that the repair shop owner next to him seems harmless, but in fact, there is a cold color in his bones that no one can erase.

In other words, Xu Le knew that Uncle Feng Yu was a ruthless and cold-blooded person, and he didn't want to risk his own life.

"The news department and production department of Hexi State TV have done it, and it seems that the people behind the regional committee and the governor will also do it. Feng Yu looked at the words and pictures flashing on the crystal screen, and said with a smile: "Bao Longtao can't take care of himself at this time, how can he think of you as a little orphan." ”

If ordinary people were to hear this conversation between the two, they would think that the fact that the two people in the repair shop pushed the Bell Tower Street parade would hide a great political conspiracy. However, Xu Le knew that the middle-aged man beside him was not interested in these upper-level things at all, and they themselves were just small people, it was okay to fan the flames, but to really get in touch with these was to find death.

The familiar music sounded, and the familiar purple-haired little girl on the screen appeared on the crystal screen. The middle-aged man and the teenager sitting on the hillside stopped their mouths at the same time and began the most important leisure activity of the night, accompanied by bursts of sucking and admiring.

Under the extremely faint reddish background of the night sky, those invisible radio waves, signals, and radio frequency are constantly intersecting and shuttling, and the invisible lines finally become pictures of different colors, entering thousands of households in the Donglin Region and entering the eyes of countless people, enriching their dreams.

A dark red line streaked across the night sky, with a faint roar breaking through the air, probably the less and less semi-outer space patrols in the military region. A few wild black cats, bouncing through the natural rock tunnels beneath the electronic fence, ignoring the First Charter of humanity as nothing, converged in the direction of the abandoned mine, happily searching for the food scraps left behind by the two humans.

A wild cat with a few strands of beef in its mouth looked up in confusion and looked at the two figures on the top of the pit, still alone.

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In another corner of the city, a group of orphans who were still alone were walking silently and murderously on the way to cut people, and the leader Levi put his hand in his pocket, tightly holding the metal rod that gave him strong confidence.

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