When Han Xiaohan woke up, it was already noon the next day. Although the injuries he suffered were not completely healed, they were not serious. What made everyone happy was that he was in good spirits.
Not long after he woke up, he drank a glass of water, then got up from bed and walked around the room. He looked energetic, without any trace of lethargy after recovering from a serious illness.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Feeling the darkness in the room, Han Xiaohan walked to the window, opened the curtains, looked up at the direct sunlight, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.
Qin Shuangshuang jumped to his side, pulled his arm, and said with a smile: "Brother, you have already slept for two days!"
Han Xiaohan let out a light "oh". In the past two days, he had remodeled almost his entire body. The broken bones and meridians were destroyed by his true essence, melted into miscellaneous gas, expelled from the body, and then used the spirit of ghosts and gods to make them grow again. Duan Yingjie's heavy blow not only did not seriously injure his vitality, but also further forced out the potential of his body. This time, it was the most serious injury since his debut, but it also gave him a chance to be reborn again. Now, the world in his eyes is not the same as before. Everything in the world is full of vitality. Everything in the world is in a cycle set by the dark, expanding his thoughts. The flow of air, the emergence of grass, the blooming of flowers, and the flow of water underground all appeared in his mind one by one. He could hear the sound of spiders weaving webs and ants digging holes, extending his consciousness. He could even see into the thoughts of the people around him and explore the thoughts inside the human brain. This feeling was both wonderful and wonderful. He had never experienced it before, and it brought him into a whole new realm. He felt that he had become one with nature, yet seemed to be in control of it all.
At the same time, he was confused, not knowing the limits of martial arts and how far a person could be elevated. People are full of curiosity about the unknown, but they also have fear.
However, he liked this feeling. It made him feel like he was reborn. The world was a new beginning for him.
Everyone in the room could clearly feel that Han Xiaohan was different from before, but no one could tell exactly where the change had occurred.
Still so handsome, still so charming, still giving people a feeling of being out of reach, as if he were an illusory existence. Chen Haimu stared at him blankly for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Han, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it, you are now in the state of just recovering from a serious injury."
Han Xiaohan did not move his face, but smiled slightly and asked softly, "What should I look like?"
Chen Hai thought for a while and murmured, "At least, it won't give people a sense of oppression!" "Oh?" Han Xiaohan turned his head and asked with a smile, "Do I give you a sense of oppression now?"
"A little bit!" Chen Hai nodded, then looked at his brother Chen Shi. The latter nodded in agreement. Han Xiaohan laughed out loud and said to himself, "It's a pity that Duan Yingjie is not here, otherwise, I really want to compete with him again right away!" Speaking of Duan Yingjie, he thought of Xiao Jian. When Xiao Jian was killed by Duan Yingjie, he was already seriously injured by the latter and did not see it, but intuitively, he had a bad premonition. He whispered, "How is Brother Xiao now?"