"Ah, ah, ah~ it hurts." The smoky Song Shuhang returned and let out a series of screams.
After the appraisal price was paid... Song Shuhang forcibly interrupted the secret appraisal technique.
As a result, the authentication fails.
Very good, that's it... Song Shuhang endured the pain and said secretly.
If the identification is successful, it is not good.
This mysterious senior didn't want to reveal his information and origins at all. If Song Shuhang accidentally identified some information, maybe in the end, this senior would have to choose to kill him.
Song Shuhang also doesn't want the identity and information of this senior - he just wants to appraise the price paid by the secret method.
So, join me in enjoying the most wonderful pain in the world, senpai! After Song Shuhang's figure gathered, he returned to his human form and looked at the boy's position.
Under this level of severe pain, he could no longer support it. I wonder how this senior is in
opposite.
Bang~~
The teenager was blown up, the flesh and blood were flying, and the picture was extremely bloody, and it needed to be coded.
Song Shuhang: "..."
How could this be
After the identification of the secret method, it stands to reason that the 'pain' should only be shared with this mysterious senior, why did he blow up? Does this not match the content of the bet
While thinking about it, those flesh, bones, and bones quickly recovered like turning back time, and turned back into the appearance of a teenager.
"Hey~~" The young man couldn't keep his smile any longer, and he kept gasping for air.
At the same time, he felt the severe pain of the 'secret identification method'. This severe pain directly affects the soul and cannot be defended, so he can only clench his teeth.
However, the betting ceremony has not yet given results.
Whether it was Song Shuhang or the boy, they were still gritting their teeth and not crying.
Under the rules of this gambling ceremony, Song Shuhang and the teenager, as long as they cry, whether in smoke mode or in a state of shattering their bodies, will be judged as a failure if their eyes flow out.
"What kind of self-mutilation technique are you doing? It's terrible." The young man gritted his teeth.
Song Shuhang replied without thinking, "Auntie's mystery."
The real name of the secret method, of course, cannot be told to this mysterious senior, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the seniors. Moreover, he did not identify any information.
After finishing speaking, Song Shuhang hugged his huge belly, squatted down slowly, and then chose a scientific angle to lie down on his side, so as not to press his belly.
Eventually, he curled into a ball, his teeth trembling and his lips turned purple. However, Song Shuhang was already prepared. He took out a white handkerchief from his bracelet, folded it tremblingly, stuffed it into his mouth, and gritted his teeth. Suffering the mental pain that surged up wave after wave and the pain of pregnancy and childbirth in October.
"Aah~ah~" Outside the betting ceremony, Fairy Fortune seized the opportunity and let out four screams from the Song family.
The tail tip of the beauty of the meritorious snake slapped hard on the ground, she was half a step late, and she didn't pinch well.
As expected of her lifelong opponent, Fairy Creation.
On the opposite side, the young man also imitated Song Shuhang's appearance, slowly laying down on his side, gritted his teeth and trembling.
"What other tricks do you have, just use them." The young man said while trembling.
Song Shuhang: "Umuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Heipi Yurouzi blinked and translated: "Senior Song is saying, you can use whatever tricks you have, no need to pity him."
"Hehe, it looks like you've reached your limit. Then, give me a loss." The boy trembled and reached out to Song Shuhang: "In the end, do you believe in the afterlife?"
"I didn't believe this before, but now I believe it." Song Shuhang said.
Many of the big brothers in the monk world have the secret method of 'reincarnation'. There are even a lot of exercises for the Demon Sect to seize the house.
"No... Actually, there is no afterlife in this world. Despair - cut off the meaning of the afterlife." The young man stretched out his hand tremblingly and patted Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang only felt a slight chill on his body, and then... he didn't feel anything at all.
On the contrary, it was the young man himself, who suddenly turned blue and shivered with chills - this was the backlash of the spell's failure. After a while, the backlash of this spell failure also synchronized to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang felt chills all over his body, but it was still within the acceptable range.
Song Shuhang: "Uhhh?"
"Don't be noisy, I want to be alone." The boy gritted his teeth.
The beauty of the meritorious snake lit up: "Who is Jingjing?"
"..." The young man looked up at the sky and almost cried.
"Senior, what was your spell just now? Did it fail when it was applied to me?" Song Shuhang spit out the fragrance in his mouth and asked tremblingly.
The spell that the senior cast on him just now made him very concerned.
Because the name of the practice method is rather awesome - the profound meaning of cutting off the afterlife, it sounds like cutting off the son and the grandson.
"Do you really believe in the afterlife?" The young man raised his head and said, "If you believe in the afterlife, if you accept this spell, you will see the hopeless illusion that your afterlife is wiped out one by one."
Song Shuhang trembled: "I really believe it."
"Then do you think you will have an afterlife?" The young man asked again, his face turning blue.
Song Shuhang thought for a while, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know, actually... I've only been practicing for more than half a year, and I don't have any idea about the next life. I feel that I should practice all the way first. If possible, I, like most fellow Daoists, They all hope that they can go further on the road of cultivation, preferably to the step of being an immortal... Although it is ideal and dreaming, as a monk, you must have a goal. In addition, I always feel that if I fail, there should be only one 'Death is the way to go'."
Because the cultivation time is still short, he has not thought about the 'afterlife' at all. Just like a teenage boy, it's hard for him to imagine how he feels 'old and dying'.
And because every time he flirted with the big robbery, he always felt that on the way of cultivation, once he failed, he would not have a chance to make a comeback, and he would only die.
While speaking, Song Shuhang's body trembled even more, and he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on.
"Your consciousness is really not low." The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.
After half an hour.
The young man suddenly noticed a small problem: "How long did you say you've been cultivating?"
"It's been more than half a year, senior." Song Shuhang replied honestly, no way, the pain in his soul came in waves, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help coming out.
"Hehehe, do you think this can irritate me? It's too naive." The young man struggled to sit up, he stretched out his hand to the third eye between his eyebrows: "Come on, under my third eye, everything is real There will be nowhere to hide.”
On the third eye, a ray of light fell on Song Shuhang.
After another half hour.
"I'm heartbroken, little friend Tyrannical Song." The young man said slowly.