"Wow hahaha!" Mirhak, who was rehabilitated by injecting his vitality, was really sitting up in dying and flew thousands of miles away!

He burst out laughing and his eyes were wide open. He pulled off the patch and infusion device on his body, turned three times in place and jumped out of the bed and ran around the room.

"Hahaha...thank, thank you everyone!" Just like an athlete who won the championship, Mirhak ran around the house, opened his hands and completely let go of himself. He also ran to Natalia and picked her up, kissed him hard several times on the face. "Thank you daughter, thank you for taking care of me all these days."

Before Natalia could react, Mirhak rushed out again, just like the shift button was pressed and it couldn't be loose. After a while, he ran to the corpses of the two bodyguards who were drawn into mummies, and cried loudly and kept thanking him, "Thank you for your great sacrifice, you can go with confidence! I will raise your wife, you have no worries!"

"Ha!" Then he jumped and rotated 180 degrees in the air, and put on an Ultraman-shaped look, saying to his daughter, "Tao the two people, strip them naked and throw them up the mountain, don't make people recognize us!" But as soon as he finished speaking, before Natalia could agree, he grabbed a stack of newspapers, tearing them up while making a scattered flower shape, and sang Oppa just as he tried to kill him!

Natalia's mind was completely unable to turn around now. She turned her neck stiffly and looked straight at Evanson. She could put everything else on before talking about it, but can you tell me what's going on with my dad now?

"Well..." Evanson scratched his head awkwardly, and his face kept thrusting. After all, looking at an old man with a big bearded shirtless face, letting himself fly in front of him and having fun everywhere, it gives people the feeling of treating Lao Ganma as an eye drop. "I'm overly excited, so I'll be able to slow down."

"Oh." Natalia nodded blankly, but saw that her father had finished tearing the newspaper and began to sway the quilt. She kept shouting long live Joseph in her mouth. When the map head was 250, she swallowed again and asked, "How long will it take for a while?"

"Well, it's not long..." Evanson covered his eyes. If he continued to look like this, he felt that he could transform into a demon hunter. Alas, if he had known it, he wouldn't have left him with some vitality.

You know, after Evanson pulled out the vitality of the two bodyguards this time, he did not suck it into his body, but held it in his hand. This is because if those vitality enters his body and walks around, they will bring some evil energy, and Mirhak is not enough to enjoy this power now. Secondly, he originally planned to give all those lives to Mirhak, and he did not intend to leave a single point in his private place.

That's right, Mirhak's body is indeed half rotten from the surface, but does that mean that he only lacks half of his life? So what do you think of a person? Roujiamo? Can you cut it into precise halves with a knife?

As a complete, living individual, when a certain part of his body becomes lesions, it will inevitably lead to other parts. Half of Mirhak's body is necrotic. Note that this half is not half like the upper and lower, but half of the left and right, which means that almost half of all his organs can function.

In this case, this kind of person would have died long ago, but he was not only alive, but his only half set of organs would not only maintain his life, but also constantly convey nutrients to his necrotic right half. This makes it conceivable what this overloaded work would make these organs fail.

Therefore, if you want to make Mirhak better, you must not only revitalize the necrotic part, but also heal his remaining half set of organs, so this requires more vitality.

But as of now, the two adult men seem to have a little more vitality. And... Evanson looked at the rising sun, and it was obviously not enough to vent it in a short time.

"Ah hahaha!" Mirhak, who had been tossing for a long time, suddenly plopped like a robot with power outage, and crawled to the ground and stopped moving.

"Father!" Natalia, who was worried, suddenly screamed and ran over. After turning Millhak over, she found that the other party's eyes were closed, and she was breathing. She finally felt relieved and turned to Evanson and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"What else can I do? I'll vent it." Evanson yawned with his chin and replied unconsciously. "I jumped in the house for a night and a half afternoon, and I felt that he had two marathons."

"Ha..." With a violent inhalation, Mirhak opened his eyes, then immediately raised his right hand, and saw that he had returned to normal, he was overjoyed. "I'm fine, haha..."

This action made Natalia feel thrilled, and she still came? Could this be the root cause of the disease?

Fortunately, this time Mirhak did not jump up and had fun, but said in confusion, "I had a strange dream. Daughter, in the dream I seemed to have become a dirtwolf, running on the vast Siberian ice field." Natalia looked strange and didn't know what to say. He thought it might be that his father was watching it when he was dreaming. After all, dirtwolf and husky were quite similar...

"Please, just treat it as a dream!" Evanson, who was sitting on the sofa, waved his hands to them. To be honest, he really didn't want to see everything that happened last night.

"You're here..." Mirhak stood up with Natalia's help. Although he was still full of fear of Evanson, he still tried his best to be calm, because after so many years of hard work, he knew that you still have value to live until now. If he was a crying waste, then he probably had grass on his grave.

"Well, the servants at home are really inappropriate. During the period when they were lying on the hospital bed, they didn't notice that the room was in such a mess." Mirhak looked at the messy look in the room, and was a little angry now. Obviously, he didn't notice that his daughter was shaking her head with her hands holding her forehead.

"Daughter, go and take the vodka and Black Sea caviar in the refrigerator. You can't be too polite to entertain guests." Mirhak felt that the room was so messy and it was already very inappropriate to entertain big people. You can't treat others badly on the food.

"Uh..." When Natalia heard her father mention this, she felt embarrassed.

"Eat mine." Fortunately, Evanson suddenly put on a bottle of vodka and caviar at this time.

"Okay." Mirhak felt that big guys like this were probably very particular about everything they had. Maybe they didn't like the things he had here, so he brought his own food. Hey, Mirhak walked to the front of the sand coffee table. Why do these things look so familiar? Especially this bottle of vodka... I don't have the same stuff as me?

"I'm Russian." After sitting down, Mirhak adjusted his expression and said bluntly, "We Russians are all straightforward people with heroic personalities, so I asked directly, do I have anything to serve you?"

"A good personality, which can save me a lot of time." Damn, hurry up, I have to go back and explain to Claya the question of not returning home at night. "You are an arms dealer. What else can you want me to provide besides arms?"

"Martial artillery? What kind of arms do you want?" asked Mirhak.
Chapter completed!