"Betting who will cry first? The real cry, not the fake cry, right?" Song Shuhang confirmed.
The young man smiled slightly: "Yes."
"I agree, then, let's start the game!" Song Shuhang said.
juvenile:"???"
"I bet I'll cry myself first." Song Shuhang said quickly, "Hey, hey~~"
The next moment, Song Shuhang burst into tears, and Dou Da's tears came out of his eyes, and he couldn't stop it.
This is a practice that exists in his memory. I remember that Lady Onion is also cultivating... The name should be "Heaven Crying Collection". He learned the opening chapter, and he learned a little bit of fur.
This exercise can stab the tears in the heart of a cultivator. The harder you cry, the stronger the effect of the exercise. Even when one cultivates to a profound level, the exercises can also affect the emotions of the enemy. This is a terrifying exercise that is said to make practitioners and enemies cry at the same time.
Song Shuhang ran this exercise a little, and then recalled his tragic experience in the past few months - I kept dying and suffering.
To be honest, if Song Shuhang hadn't been strong-hearted and had to endure his experience for the past six months, he might have collapsed amid the pain and constant death torment. Even now, there are 88,888 voices echoing in Song Shuhang's mind every night, that is, the secret method of identification is doing something.
For a period of time, he had been suffering from the mental tingling caused by excessive mental strength + the 88,888 voices in his ears chanting like flies all day + the pain of appraising the secret art feedback + the constant pressure of death.
The Book of Tears is like a key to open the tears of the soul. Under Song Shuhang's own operation, it can avoid Song Shuhang's firm Dao heart and arouse his sorrow.
Pear blossoms with tears, tears fall like rain, tears fill their eyes...
This is not a fake cry, but a cry from the bottom of my heart.
On the opposite side, the young man looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"I won." Song Shuhang wiped away his tears and said calmly. Although precious tears were shed, it was worth it to win the bet.
Teenager: "…"
He looked at Song Shuhang with a look of pity.
MDZZ
Believe it or not I punch you shit
"Senior, do you have to regret it?" Song Shuhang stared at the young man.
The teenager sighed softly: "I didn't even say the rules of the game, I haven't even started the ceremony of the game, why are you crying?"
The unfolding gambling ceremony is a very important part of the betting between the two parties.
Through this gambling ritual, he was able to extract conceptualizations such as 'kitchen heart'.
Otherwise, it doesn't make any sense.
"Listen, we're going to bet on whoever cries first will lose. Whoever persists to the end will be the winner. Otherwise, who won't cry? I can cry out louder than you in minutes. And it's still the kind that really shed tears. I can also demonstrate to you, it looks good when I cry." The boy added.
"..." Song Shuhang asked in distrust, "Senior, are you sure you didn't see me crying so fast, so you changed the rules temporarily?"
The corner of the boy's mouth was full of smiles: "Do you think I am that kind of person?"
After Song Shuhang thought about it, he gently shook his head.
Judging from the identity of the other party as a senior, this trust is still acceptable.
"Then, prepare to start gambling." The young man said slowly.
"Wait, senior." Song Shuhang reached out his hand and stopped him.
Whoever cries first and loses... What's there to bet on? You can crush me with one hand, and it will be fine to beat me to tears directly, and you will bet on the ashes
Song Shuhang firmly opposed this plan.
"What's the problem?" the boy asked.
"You can't use violence, you can't use any means of attack. Otherwise, there is no need to maintain the gambling game." Song Shuhang said.
"Don't worry, what I want in gambling games is excitement and heartbeat. In order to maximize the excitement, my principle is only two words every time I gamble—absolutely fair." The young man said gently.
Song Shuhang couldn't wait to remind: "These are four words."
The boy waved his hand: "If you read it in an ancient language, there are only two characters. When you translate it into Chinese characters that you can understand, it becomes four characters."
Song Shuhang: "..."
You are bullying me for failing the ancient language!
"Let's introduce the rules of our game to you from beginning to end." The boy stretched out his hand and flicked, and three agreements composed of ancient runes popped up.
"First, absolute fairness. After entering the gambling game, all data such as your realm of strength, physique, and spiritual power will be adjusted to the same state."
"Second, we will suffer the same damage, spell effects, and visual effects. Every time you use the means on me, it will also affect yourself at the same time. The reverse is also true. We are not comparing strength, comparing Who made the other party cry first?"
"Thirdly, all additional effects, such as the light of merit and the incarnation outside the body, cannot be brought into the game. Otherwise, you will never try to shake me by any means."
"How is it, do you have a bottom line now?" the young man said.
Song Shuhang pinched his chin: "I always feel like there are many loopholes that can be exploited."
"Yes, there are loopholes to take advantage of. If you can find a loophole, just take advantage of it. This is my concession to you, and this is also my confidence." The young man smiled.
Song Shuhang nodded - he probably knew why this senior would bet ten and lose ten? His three rules are to limit himself to death.
In recent years, a large part of the reason why the population of some countries in the world is decreasing is because people like to stimulate and play heartbeat.
"So, do you agree with the above three rules?" the boy said.
"That is to say, the comparison is between the two of us who can bear it more and whose heart is harder!" Song Shuhang smiled slightly: "I have no problem."
Enduring pain is his proud talent, and it is also the only ability he has the confidence to compete with the mysterious senior in front of him.
"Then, the game begins." The boy clapped his hands lightly.
Between Song Shuhang and him, a layer of golden runes was wrapped, and the two seemed to have entered a small closed box.
At the same time, several figures from Song Shuhang were isolated by runes.
Lady Onion, Mermaid Snake Beauty, Fortune Fairy, Black Feather Soft...
The game has officially started.
"If you have any means, use it." The young man stood opposite Song Shuhang and said calmly.
"Whatever means?" Song Shuhang asked.
"That's right." The boy narrowed his eyes.
Song Shuhang did not hesitate to light up the 'eye of a Confucian saint', which was a ray of light toward the young man.
The youth's realm was suppressed to the same level as him, the sixth-grade realm.
If that's the case, eat my powerhouse identification technique!
The teenager didn't dodge, letting the pregnant stare hit him.
His belly began to swell, and in ten seconds it was the size of an October pregnancy, and the pain of childbirth continued.
In the same way, Song Shuhang's own stomach quickly swelled up to the size of a pregnancy in October, and the pain of childbirth came.
Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 999.
Mermaid Snake Beauty: "Come on, hurt each other~"
Fairy Fortune: "Come on, let's get pregnant together~"
Soft Feather Heipi thought for a while, and the two senior fairies had finished speaking, and she had nothing to say.
The young man put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and still smiled. Whether it is pregnancy or childbirth, this kind of pain doesn't seem to matter to him at all.
Song Shuhang also remained calm. He had been pregnant more than once, and he could have a fancy birth in the first, second, and third births. He is equally unafraid of the 'pregnancy stare'.
"This is your method? It's interesting." The young man said calmly.
Song Shuhang: "However, I still can't make the seniors move. Sure enough... squinting is a monster."
"Sorry, my eyes don't grow on squinting." The boy replied.
Song Shuhang: "..."
"It's my turn next. Of course, we're not a turn-based system, you can just use whatever means you have." The boy said, stretched out his hands and made a light circle: "Let the other party cry, the physical torture is The lowest level of practice. Crying in pain is unskilled, and it is also the most laborious. In fact, the best way to make the other party cry is a mental attack."
After the young man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Song Shuhang: "Great Sorrow Technique."
A strange spell fell on Song Shuhang, and it also acted on the boy himself.
"This spell can forcibly add sorrow to the monk, making the monk's heart fall into despair and cry out. How long can you last in this spell?" After that, he reminded: "Because this spell was created by me. The reason, I am very resistant to it. So, this is actually the 'unfair' part of the 'fair rule'."
Isn't that the same as 'The Crying Collection'? Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart.
His resistance to this spell is average.
If the soft spot in his heart is stabbed in tears, he will lose.
That being the case, if there is any means to use it wildly, it is not a turn-based system.
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and swiped on the 'space bracelet', and a transparent tear gem was taken out. He entered spiritual power into the gem and activated it directly.
Then, there is an endless sadness, monstrous swept over. This was the only time in Song Mutou's life that he cried out in grief. It was the painful emotion that broke out when he learned that the Bishui Pavilion had been destroyed.
I leave my sadness to you, I hope you like it - By: Song Yi.
The effect of the gems was applied to Song Shuhang and the boy.
However, it is not enough.
The boy's expression was calm, and the smile on his face did not diminish.
Song Shuhang took a few steps forward and came to the boy's body.
"Do you want to choose violent melee combat?" the boy asked.
Song Shuhang shook his head, the fingertips of the 'Reverse Whale Warrior Gloves' on his right hand retracted, revealing the finger pulp.
His fingers pressed on the boy's body, and at the same time, the smoke mode was turned on in an instant.
'Appraisal Secret, Maximum Power'.
Come and taste the limits of pain with me.
As long as you don't die, you will die.
Whoever cries first is the grandson.
The person who identified the secret method fell on the boy, and the smoke body exploded.
The price to be paid is far beyond Song Shuhang's imagination.
The body of smoke almost exploded to pieces.
What comes at the same time is the maddening pain, which is directly fed back to the soul.