"We are born as human beings, so why do we come?" Li Muye sat cross-legged, sitting underneath him full of low- and middle-level women from the Gestapo and Nanjihui. This is the officer's club of the Gestapo. The underground city strictly prohibits residents from engaging in gatherings. Three or more people must report. However, the Protoss themselves like to organize salons and speech gatherings.
Diane Kruger raised his hand and said: "In order to pursue bliss and enjoy life."
Li Muye nodded and said, "That's good, but it's not all." Then he said: "In addition to enjoyment, you also need to have responsibilities. Passing on from generation to generation is a natural responsibility. Work to create wealth is a social responsibility. You are all excellent women. It should be just to indulge in ecstasy. Our pursuit of bliss is to delight our body and mind and nourish the spiritual world. This process is like listening to a piece of beautiful music that can relax me and give myself a bliss massage, which can also make us feel comfortable. Refreshing."
A woman raised her hand and asked in blunt Chinese: "Teacher, why do I feel dissatisfied when I massage myself every time? You don't feel that way when you do it yourself." Winking the eyebrows there, I almost asked the teacher to give myself a few shots.
Li Muye happily said, "This is simple. I'll pass you a recipe for Mr. Horne. This thing is also called a soft thing. Although it has similar functions, it is by no means comparable to those cold and vibrating machines."
"What is Mr. Horn?" Bei Anqi asked loudly.
Li Muye only speaks Chinese in his sermons, and the women in Nanjihui often deal with the outside world. All of them have received rigorous training, are proficient in many languages, and can barely understand them. Only those female officers have suffered, listening and remembering, so effortless.
"Take a section of a bamboo tube with the same length and thickness as the male vajra pestle, inject it with wind ointment, and wrap it with a donkey pestle or sheep pestle, and then wrap it with ayara, and apply yellow wax to make it soft and not to damage the lotus. , When using it, first use the big bodhicitta to visualize that the heart is happy for the man, do all kinds of flattering behaviors, hold the self-made soft object to imitate the male vajra, and pound the lotus on oneself. The soft object must be heated in the sun before using it. It is soft and hot, so that it will not damage the lotus due to friction when it blends in. Swing in and out of the lotus according to the secret, practicing various greed, until then in bliss, you see the five aggregates of empty movement, five chakras in the veins, hot sweating, Make the skin, muscles and bones in and out of the body clear and clear."
Li Muye further explained: "The so-called wind ointment is a refreshing drug, which will melt due to friction, and ooze out. The bamboo tube will produce a strong cool and irritating sensation when it touches the skin. The taste is indescribable, and it is by no means a simple sensory friction. Comparable..."
"Mr. Li, ladies, sorry to interrupt." A young male officer walked into the club hall. He was dressed in the military uniform of a major, with long red hair and a stiff stature, looking thin and refreshing. He walked straight to Li Muye and said: "Mr. Li, I am Marshal Sorge's adjutant Rehart. Now please leave with me. Mr. Marshal invites you to talk."
He speaks the most standard Germanic language, with a deep voice and a rounded accent.
"Your adjutant, am I arrested?" Li Muye asked calmly, sitting there calmly.
Rehart shook his head and said: "It's just an invitation, you haven't broken any laws."
Li Muye said, "Since it's just an invitation, that means I still have the right to choose to go or not to go?"
Rehart was a little unexpected, but he nodded slowly and said: "I personally suggest that Mr. Li is the best choice."
Li Muye sighed softly and said, "It turned out to be mandatory."
Rehart said: "The Marshal has a lofty status, and his invitation should be respected. This is the consensus of the entire dungeon."
"Adjutant Hart, what is the matter with my brother-in-law asking Teacher Li?" Diane Kruger stepped forward and asked hardly.
Rehart frowned slightly and said, "Madam, I'm just an adjutant. Why does the marshal want to see Mr. Li? You don't need to explain to me."
"Did we do anything illegal?" Diane Kruger asked aggressively.
Rehart shook his head and said: "Discussing philosophy is protected by the code, no matter what aspect of the discussion."
"Since it does not violate the code, Mr. Li has no obligation to cooperate with your request, is that it?" When Diane Kruger asked this sentence, all the women present stood behind her, including the Elder's House and Descendants of relatives of military leaders.
Rehart furrowed his brows, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes."
Li Muye's heart sank, it is definitely not a good thing for these ladies to defend Brother Xiaoye so much. For the sake of an ordinary resident, he did not hesitate to fight head-on with the Marshal of the Gestapo. If the Gang was launched, this would be a serious problem. They are precious Germanic women and can be forgiven. The German men here will never let themselves go. The point is that they are all insignificant women, and they are really unable to protect themselves when they are more real.
"Let me go with the adjutant." Li Muye said: "If it's just a routine conversation, why should we resist? If not, we have a clear conscience and can just explain it clearly to Marshal Sorge."
Only then did the girls line up on two sides, showing a channel, all of them looked at Li Muye reluctantly, and even some of them were emotionally fragile and already weeping sadly. They all have an ominous premonition. Because this incident is very unusual in the dungeon. Sorge’s noble blood is a direct descendant of the Guderian family. He is also one of the few giant-level figures in the entire dungeon. As the Marshal of the Gestapo, he daily There are too many things to pay attention to. Why do you suddenly care about an ordinary resident
Anqi Bei came over and said in bad Chinese: "Sir, you haven't told us the production size of Mr. Jiao. We only want to make the size as big as you."
Although Li Muye has been teasing her for many days, he has never really been XiaoHun with her. He smiled and said, "I made one for Diane Kruger by myself. You can go to her to copy it. "
Anqi Bei grabbed Li Muye’s hand and said in desperation: "The Gestapo’s headquarters is in the first division, where General Vontrich is my cousin. I can go and beg him to speak for you in front of the marshal. , In any case, we will definitely not let you be harmed." As he said, Hyun Ran started to cry.
Rehart's face sank, and he urged coldly, "Mr. Li, can you go with me now?"
Li Muye followed him to the sobbing sound of a group of women.
Sorge did not choose to meet Li Muye in the office, but chose the meeting place in a multifunctional martial arts hall.
He looks very young, with short blond hair, a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and a burly and majestic figure. He is more than two meters tall and his muscles are not under the old Cui. The upper body is shirtless, the left half is heavily tattooed, and the right shoulder and chest muscles are metallic prostheses. This person is exactly the legendary character, the number one powerhouse in the underground city, and the half-human and half-biological Gestapo Marshal Sorge.
When Li Muye was looking at him, Sorge's eyes were also shining on Brother Xiaoye.
Their eyes met, and both of them frowned.
Sorge's gaze was deep and deep, with too cruel coldness, as if a high god despised everything like a dog. Li Muye's eyes are quiet and ordinary, and he has no momentum to return to the basics, and he feels like a gentle and innocent ordinary teacher.
"You go down first. I'll say a few words to Mr. Li alone." Sorge waved to the adjutant Rehart, turned to Li Muye, and said: "Mr. Li, I'm Sorge." He took the initiative. Reach out.
He didn't say who he was, he didn't wear a military uniform, and he didn't even mention his famous Guderian surname when he introduced himself.
"Mr. Sorge, this is Li Muye."
Neither of them made too much detail about their other identities.
The two hands are held together, and the cold texture is transmitted from the palm, and Sorge's right hand is really metal. At the moment of contact, Li Muye clearly noticed a strange metallic luster flowing from his fingertips.
Sorge's lips curled up with a smile, and said: "Mr. Lee's hand can block Fletcher's hand knife, which makes me very surprised. Mr. Patton planned to let Fletcher teach you a lesson, but he didn't expect it to end up harming you. He died, your body has not undergone biochemical transformation. It is said that this is not possible, so I am very confused. I specially invited you today to help me solve my confusion."
Li Muye felt his hand cold and strong. After holding it, he didn't mean to let go. Instead, he added a little bit of strength. And those strands, dust-like metal materials are like filaments entwined around their wrists, and quickly penetrated into the skin.
This substance seems to be similar to the nano-robot in its own blood, but it is not the same. It is vaguely a higher-level substance that enters the body through the skin and immediately swims along the blood vessels throughout the body. The original nano-materials in the blood are melted and absorbed immediately after being in contact with it.
Li Muye immediately tried to control with mind power and discovered that these new nano-materials can also be controlled. The difference from the previous one is that these substances immediately melt and dilute after coming into contact with one's own thought power, and disappear into one's own blood. The two hands were still held together as if they were welded together, Sorge obviously didn't notice the changes in Li Muye's body. Those silver strands, like liquid metal, continued to wrap around and penetrate Li Muye's arms.
"It's a pity, 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 person of faith, which is very good." Li Muye said: "We Chinese also believe in our ancestors. You and I agree on this point."
Li Muye looked at Sorge's eyes, and the opponent's eyes flashed with cruel fanaticism, obviously unkind. At this time, Brother Ono realized the danger and tried hard to break free, but Sorge was obviously stepping up his efforts, and those liquid metal substances continued to flow out of his fingertips, as if to wrap the entire arm of Brother Ono. Penetrating and blending in, Li Muye felt that his blood was getting colder and heavier, and his heart beating more and more slowly... (End of this chapter)