"We are born as human beings, why are we here?" Li Muye sat cross-legged, and the seats below were filled with middle- and low-level women from the Gestapo and the Nanshan Society. This is the Gestapo officers' club. The underground city strictly prohibits residents from holding gatherings. If there are more than three people, they must report it. However, the Protoss themselves like to hold salons and speech gatherings the most.
Diane Kruger raised her hand and said: "Enjoy life in pursuit of bliss."
Li Muye nodded and said: "That's good, but not everything." Then he added: "In addition to enjoyment, you also need to have responsibilities. Carrying on the family line is a responsibility given by nature, and working to create wealth is a social responsibility. You are all excellent women, no It should just be indulging in desire. We pursue bliss in order to please our body and mind and nourish the spiritual world. This process is like listening to a beautiful piece of music that can relax us. Giving ourselves a bliss massage can also make us feel comfortable physically and mentally. Feeling refreshed.”
A woman raised her hand and asked in blunt Chinese: "Teacher, why do I feel empty and dissatisfied every time I give myself a massage? You wouldn't feel this way if you did it yourself." This bitch spoke like this Just winking there, almost asking the teacher to give me a few strokes.
Li Muye chuckled and said, "This is simple. I'll pass on Mr. Jiao's recipe to you. This thing is also called a soft and soft thing. Although it has similar functions, it is by no means comparable to those cold and vibrating machines."
"What is Mr. Jiao?" Bei Anqi asked loudly.
Li Muye preached only in Chinese. The women of the Nanshan Society often interacted with the outside world. They all received strict training and were proficient in many languages. They could barely understand them. The only thing that bothered the female officers was that they listened and memorized it effortlessly.
"Take a piece of bamboo tube that is the same length and thickness as the Vajra pestle that belongs to men of your heart, pour it with wind oil ointment, cover it with donkey pestle or sheep pestle skin, wrap it with silk, and apply yellow wax to make it soft and smooth without damaging the lotus. , when using it, first have great bodhicitta and visualize that your heart is pleasing to a man, do all kinds of benevolent deeds, use a soft and soft object to imitate a man's vajra to pound your own lotus by yourself. Before using the soft object, you need to warm it in the sun to make it Soft and hot, it will not damage the lotus when it blends in due to friction. According to the secret, sway left and right, up and down in the lotus, perform various greedy signs, until you see the five aggregates of empty deeds in the bliss, the five chakras in the channels, the great heat and sweating, Make the hair, skin, muscles and bones inside and outside the body clear, transparent and pure.”
Li Muye further explained: "The so-called Fengyou ointment is a kind of refreshing medicine. It will dissolve due to friction. When it oozes out of the bamboo tube and touches the skin, it will produce a strong cooling and stimulating sensation. The taste is wonderful, and it is by no means a simple sensory friction. Comparable..."
"Mr. Li, ladies, I'm sorry to interrupt." A young male officer walked into the club venue. He was wearing a major's military uniform, had long red hair, a straight figure, and looked thin and refreshing. He walked straight up to Li Muye and said, "Mr. Li, I am Rehat, the adjutant of Marshal Sorge. Please leave me now. Mr. Marshal invites you to talk."
He spoke the most standard Germanic language, with a rich voice and clear accent.
"Your Excellency, Adjutant, am I arrested?" Li Muye sat there calmly and asked calmly.
Rehart shook his head and said, "It's just an invitation. You didn't break any laws."
Li Muye said: "Since it's just an invitation, does that mean I still have the right to choose to go or not?"
Leihart was a little surprised, but he still nodded slowly and said, "I personally suggest that Mr. Li should go."
Li Muye sighed lightly and said, "It turns out it's still mandatory."
Leihart said: "The Marshal has a high status and his invitation should be respected. This is the consensus of the entire underground city."
"Adjutant Hart, what on earth did my brother-in-law ask Mr. Li for?" Diane Kruger stepped forward and asked in a strong tone.
Leihart frowned slightly and said, "Madam, I am just an adjutant. Why the marshal wants to see Mr. Li does not need to be explained to me."
"Are we doing anything illegal?" Diane Kruger asked aggressively.
Rehart shook his head and said: "Discussing philosophy is protected by the code, no matter what aspect is discussed."
"Since it does not violate the code, Mr. Li has no obligation to cooperate with your requests, is that right?" When Diane Kruger asked this question, all the women present stood behind her, including the Elders' House and Relatives and descendants of military bosses.
Rehart frowned, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes."
Li Muye's heart sank. It was definitely not a good thing for these girls to defend Brother Xiaoye like this. For the sake of an ordinary resident, he would not hesitate to confront the Gestapo marshal head-on. This would be a serious problem if he went online. They were precious Germanic women and could be forgiven. The Germanic men here will never give up on themselves. The key is that they are all insignificant women who have no ability to protect themselves when they really get serious.
"Let me go down with this adjutant." Li Muye said: "If it is just a routine conversation, why should we resist? If not, we have a clear conscience and can just explain it to Marshal Sorge."
The girls then lined up on both sides and opened a passage. They all looked at Li Muye reluctantly, and some even shed tears when they were emotionally fragile. They all had an ominous premonition. Because this matter is very unusual in the underground city. Sorge has noble blood and is a direct descendant of the Guderian family. He is also one of the few giant-level figures in the entire underground city. As the marshal of the Gestapo, he works every day. There are so many things that need attention, why do you suddenly care about an ordinary resident
Bei Anqi came over and said in broken Chinese: "Sir, you haven't told us the size of Mr. Jiao's production. We only want to make it as big as yours."
Although Li Muye had groomed her for many days, he had never had a real smile with her. He smiled and said, "I personally made one for Diane Kruger. You can go to her to copy it." "
Bei Anqi grabbed Li Muye's hand and reluctantly said: "The headquarters of the Gestapo is in the First Division. General Fengtrich there is my cousin. I can ask him to speak for you in front of the marshal. , No matter what, we will definitely not let you get hurt." As he said that, he was about to cry.
Rehart's face darkened and he urged coldly: "Mr. Li, can you come with me now?"
Li Muye followed him amidst the sobs of a group of women.
Sorge did not choose to meet Li Muye in the office, but chose the meeting place in a multi-functional martial arts performance hall.
He looks very young, with short blond hair, an angular and handsome face, a tall and majestic figure, and is estimated to be over two meters tall. His muscles are not inferior to those of Lao Cui. The upper body is shirtless, the left half is densely covered with tattoos, and the right shoulder and chest muscles are prostheses with a metallic luster. This person is none other than the legendary figure, the most powerful man in the underground city military, the half-human, half-living Gestapo Marshal Sorge.
When Li Muye was sizing him up, Sorge's eyes were also shining on Brother Xiaoye.
Their eyes met, and both of them frowned imperceptibly.
Sorge's eyes were deep and deep, with the coldness of a supreme being, like a superior god looking at all things like a cud dog. Li Muye's eyes were calm and ordinary, returning to his original nature without any aura. He gave people the impression of an ordinary teacher who was gentle and well-educated.
"You go down first. I'll have a few words with Mr. Li alone." Sorge waved to Adjutant Reinhardt, then turned to Li Muye and said, "Mr. Li, I am Sorge." He took the initiative Reach out.
He did not say his identity, nor did he wear a military uniform. He did not even mention his famous Guderian surname when introducing himself.
"Mr. Sorge, I am Li Muye."
Neither of them said much about their other identities.
The two hands were held together, and the cold texture was transmitted from the palms. Sorge's right hand was indeed made of metal. At the moment of contact, Li Muye clearly noticed a strange metallic luster coming from his fingertips.
Sorge curled up a smile on his lips and said: "I was very surprised that Mr. Li's hand could block Fletcher's knife. Teacher Barton originally planned to let Fletcher teach you a lesson, but he didn't expect that it would end up hurting you." After he died, your body has not been transformed by biochemical technology. It is said that this is not possible, so I am very confused. I specially invited you here today just to ask you to help answer my confusion."
Li Muye felt that his hand was cold and strong. After holding it, he had no intention of letting go. Instead, he gradually increased his strength. And those strands of dust-like metal material were like filaments wrapped around his wrists, quickly penetrating into his skin.
This substance seems to be similar to the nanorobots in his blood, but it is not the same. It is vaguely a more advanced substance. It enters the body through the skin and immediately travels along the blood vessels throughout the body. The nanomaterials originally in the blood were immediately melted and absorbed upon contact with it.
Li Muye immediately tried to control it with his mind, and found that these new nanomaterials could also be controlled. What is different from before is that these substances immediately melt and dilute after contact with one's own mind power, and disappear in one's blood. The two hands were still held together as if they were welded together. Sorge was obviously unaware of the changes taking place in Li Muye's body. Those silver strands, like liquid metal, were still continuously entangled and seeping into Li Muye's arms.
"Unfortunately, Marshal Sorge, I can't answer your question."
"Mr. Li, do you believe that God created this world?" Sorge grinned at Li Muye and said, "I believe it! Because God is my ancestor."
"Marshal Sorge is a man of faith, which is good." Li Muye said: "We Chinese also believe in our ancestors. You and I agree on this."
Li Muye looked into Sorge's eyes. There was a cruel and fanatical light in Sorge's eyes, and it was obvious that he had evil intentions. At this time, Brother Ono realized the danger, so he tried hard to break free, but Sorge was obviously increasing his strength, and the liquid metal substances continued to flow out of his fingertips, as if to wrap Brother Ono's entire arm. Penetrating and integrating, Li Muye felt that his blood was getting colder and heavier, and his heart was beating slower and slower... (End of Chapter)