Sorry for what? ! What's the regret? !
Tang Ling was calm and rational most of the time, but the appearance of Tang Feng undoubtedly aroused Tang Ling's violent emotions.
These emotions are complicated, after all, he is facing his own father, but no matter how complicated the emotions are, they are dominated by an emotion that only arises after he is determined to be Tang Feng, and that is resistance.
Such resistance made Tang Ling feel ridiculed, so... what are you sorry for? That's no use! What's the regret? Your regret has nothing to do with me!
No matter what power Tang Feng used to block the path of double helix mist that Tang Ling visualized as he advanced, this was Tang Ling's imaginary world after all. Tang Ling could directly express his will with his thoughts, and it could also be understood as this It's a more direct conversation, what you think is what you say, and even the tone conveys the emotions very accurately.
So Tang Feng quickly received a cold response: "I don't know you. But you have crossed the line and affected my promotion. Please quit. Otherwise, I will kick you out."
This was Tang Ling's thought. He was not at all curious about why Tang Feng appeared here, what power he used to appear here, and what was his purpose? I don’t even bother to analyze what kind of emotion is hidden behind my great resistance
He just wanted Tang Feng to disappear quickly. Looking at him again would be torture, and it would also affect his state of mind.
Facing such rejection and coldness from his son, any father would feel sad and sad from the bottom of his heart.
But Tang Feng was calm, at least that's how the shadow he left here showed. He looked ahead, just like Tang Ling standing in front of him, looking at his son.
In fact, Tang Ling did not visualize his own figure. Tang Feng's shadow faced nothingness, and he could not see Tang Ling.
For some reason, this feeling stung Tang Ling, but the stinging feeling didn't last for a second before Tang Ling saw Tang Feng smile.
I have to admit that this smile is very similar to Tang Ling's. It is full of the pure feeling that only young people can have when they smile, and then it is a little bit sharp and confident, and it is more of a mischievous feeling.
But compared to Tang Ling, Tang Feng's smile contained a ruthlessness that Tang Ling didn't have. He felt like a street gangster who could never get ahead, someone who couldn't do any serious bad things but was good at causing trouble.
This smile was really annoying. Tang Ling was instinctively disgusted, but didn't he know that his own smile was the same
It looks a bit mean, but it won't really make people hate it, because the eyes - both father and son have the same clean and sincere eyes.
In comparison, Tang Long, who was noble and cold to the point of being somewhat fairy-like, seemed to have a genetic mutation.
"I don't." Tang Feng simply said these two words.
Oh shit! Tang Ling immediately felt like his lungs were about to explode.
The next second, Tang Feng became leisurely. He put his hands behind his back and began to pace slowly back and forth, looking around, as if this place was a museum or a beautiful garden for people to visit. In fact, in addition to small plants planted here, Tang Ling's heart was filled with nothing.
It was this kind of environment, combined with Tang Feng's appearance, that made Tang Feng look particularly rogue and hateful.
But Tang Feng didn't seem to be too excited about Tang Ling. He walked around leisurely and said, "I am your father and you are my son. Don't pretend to be sexy in front of me. Girls nowadays like cold men." ? I am not a girl!"
Hearing these words, Tang Ling held a breath in his chest. Who made this guy take it for granted? Just providing an X-child carrying a genome, do you think it’s great
This is what Tang Ling thinks. If you want to talk nonsense, Tang Ling is not afraid! But Tang Ling, who was about to explode, didn't even bother to talk. He only had one thought left, which was to drive Tang Feng out.
Tang Ling had no regrets about this father whom he would never see again for the rest of his life, no, for several lifetimes.
But before Tang Ling could put his idea into practice, Tang Feng had already stopped. He stretched out a hand and pointed his finger in a direction. In fact, that direction was where Tang Ling's eyes were in the visualization world. Then Tang Feng's disgusting smile deepened, but there was a hint of unfathomable depth that no one could see through: "Do you still want to drive me away? Why don't you give it a try?"
This tone was half provocative and half disdainful. Tang Ling, who had always been calm, didn't know why, but he was so irritated by Tang Feng. If someone said that to him, Tang Ling would definitely think that since he said this, he would have someone to rely on. , be sure to think and observe before taking action.
But when he arrived at Tang Feng's place, he started to visualize hard without saying a word, trying to close the door to the visualization world that Tang Feng had forcibly created.
The result can be imagined. No matter how hard Tang Ling tried, let alone closing the door, he could not waver Tang Feng's shadow.
"How is it?" Tang Feng looked very happy. With a wave of his hand, a stone appeared inexplicably under his feet. He stepped on the stone with one leg and leaned forward, looking very proud.
Tang Ling was silent. He found out that he was afraid that he would lose to Tang Feng when he discovered that there was such a thing as taking turns. But even though he was silent, Tang Ling still felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart. Others were doing whatever they wanted in his imaginary world, but he couldn't do anything. This was a sign of complete failure.
You know, if the intruder was not Tang Feng, the father of physiology, but someone with malicious intentions, Tang Ling would die a hundred times, and there would definitely be a variety of ways to die.
Visualizing the world being controlled is equivalent to the mind being controlled and the whole person becoming a puppet. This is the ultimate crushing force that cannot be resisted at all.
"You are still your father." Tang Feng sat cross-legged on the stone, holding a cigarette from the corner of his mouth: "You are the second owner of the perfect gene chain, but you are still so weak, there is no challenge at all. "
"Life is really as lonely as snow."
Tang Ling finally couldn't help it anymore. He had seen hundreds of bitches, but he had never seen one as bitchy as Tang Feng: "Damn it, what are you going to do?"
"Do you like staying here? Are you as lonely as snow? Well, you can stay lonely here all the time. I will spend time with you. Anyway, I..."
What Tang Ling wanted to express was that from the next second he would completely ignore Tang Feng and do whatever he wanted to say. He was no worse than the bitch Tang Ling. What was more amazing was that Tang Ling was smart and could deal with the bitch. Isn't the trick just to ignore him
But Tang Feng immediately jumped up, tilted his head and looked at where Tang Ling's eyes were: "What did you scold just now? Damn it? Are you scolding your mother?"
Tang Ling's face, sitting cross-legged in reality, suddenly turned red from suppressing it. The word mother was undoubtedly the softest treasure in Tang Ling's heart. Although he had never seen his mother, nor felt the warmth from her, But his imagination of his mother never stopped during his childhood.
The mother must have the kindness of a mother-in-law and the tenderness of a dead aunt. After hearing too much about Tang Feng's deeds, there was never any trace of her own mother.
Tang Ling also firmly believed that if she persisted in giving birth to herself despite the indifference of Tang Feng, she must have great love for herself.
How could Tang Feng, a man who had failed his mother, have the right to mention her? Any mention of this is a slur! No, he not only failed his own mother, but also failed Tang Long's mother. He was a scumbag.
Tang Ling originally decided not to pay attention to Tang Feng no matter what, but he didn't want to make Tang Ling have the urge to scold Tang Feng a hundred times. He even thought of the sharpest words, Tang Ling didn't have any worries in this regard. He didn't put Tang Feng in his father's position at all. To Tang Ling, Tang Feng was just a familiar stranger.
But once again, Tang Ling's plan failed. Because after Tang Feng said that sentence, that annoying smile disappeared immediately. His eyes became stern, giving people an inexplicable pressure. The hair that appeared to be a little loose was flying.
"Do you know what I have the right to do? That is, when my son disobeys me, I can beat him up."
Tang Ling was completely offended and laughed, but he remembered the ancient Huaxia saying, 'There is no need to blame someone if you want to accuse him'? Was he scolding his mother when he said "Damn it"? This person must be looking for a reason to beat himself up.
It's a pity that in the world of visualization, everything is visualization. Even if Tang Feng imagines a scene of beating himself, it is just formalism. Is this guy crazy? Or too naive
But as Tang Feng said, I am I, isn't it natural to take care of my son? !
Extremely exaggerated, Tang Feng stepped on the stone with one leg again. At the same time, a doll appeared on his leg. The doll was just imagined at first glance, or Tang Feng did not have it at all. What is the concept of an exquisite rag doll? In short, there are a few hairs floating on the head, two 6s represent eyes, and a line represents the mouth.
What to do? Tang Ling was no longer able to complain about the ugly doll, but he couldn't understand Tang Feng's routine at all.
Tang Feng looked very mean and blew out a puff of smoke, then exaggeratedly raised his hand high and raised his palm.
Why did Tang Ling suddenly feel cold? Even though he knew that in the world of visualization, Tang Feng could kill himself and control himself, but he could not beat himself.
Even if he hated Tang Feng, Tang Ling was still sober in his heart. He was sure that Tang Feng would not harm him. He...
Tang Ling's mind suddenly became confused. Before he could finish these thoughts, he heard an exaggerated 'pop' sound and Tang Feng slapped the baby's butt.
ill? Tang Ling was completely dumbfounded. These were the only two words that came to his mind. But then Tang Ling was humiliated, shocked and angry to find that he felt a very clear pain in his butt! It was like Tang Feng's slap on his butt!
You must know that in the world of visualization, the five senses of the body are almost all closed! Why is there such a clear feeling of pain
But now these doubts are not important. Tang Ling's shame and anger are almost over his head, but at the same time, he also sadly realizes that he has no choice but to roar: "Spanking is so childish? Give it to me if you have the guts." A painful lesson.”
I have to say that Tang Ling is very smart. He is deliberately irritating Tang Feng. In fact, for a little man, even if he is stabbed a few times, it is better than being spanked, right? This was not a punishment at all, but a complete humiliation.
Tang Ling just ignored the fact that the man in front of him was his father, and it was not considered humiliating for a father to behave like this.
Of course, Tang Ling also deliberately ignored this fact.
"I don't have the guts? How did you get here if you don't have the guts? It's a joke." Since Tang Ling is his son, how could Tang Feng fall for his tricks? As he said this, he patted it again with a 'pop' sound.
There was no doubt that Tang Ling's ass felt hot pain once again. Tang Ling was about to explode, but he couldn't end this damn visualization yet.
"By the way, I just like pediatric spanking. It is said that all fathers like it, and it is especially educational for disobedient children."
"Pah, pah, pah", as Tang Feng spoke, he slapped her again mercilessly.
Tang Ling went crazy and started to curse indiscriminately.
"When I live to your age, I will never spank my son! I can't afford this shame."
"My son will be ashamed to think, isn't this all he has?"
"That's right, what were you doing when you were this age? Playing in the mud? I'm much better than you. If you were really my dad, you would probably be dropped by God, right?"
Tang Feng raised his eyebrows and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. Although it was still "cheap" in Tang Ling's eyes, it had a more dangerous meaning for some reason.
Sure enough, Tang Ling's hunch was right. At this moment, Tang Feng suddenly threw up the doll on his lap and kicked the doll on the butt.
Damn, got my ass kicked! !
As proud as Tang Ling, he has now completely turned into an angry little lion. If it were in reality, he would probably fight Tang Feng to the death.
For the first time, he felt what it was like to be completely suppressed and helpless. He could only continue to curse indiscriminately: "If I live to your age and have been cultivating for as long as you, see if I don't take care of you." ”
"I never thought of you as a father."
At the same time, looking at the doll kicked away by Tang Feng, Tang Ling also sensed an opportunity. He didn't care about anything and just imagined himself coming into this world in an instant.
As soon as it appeared, he rushed towards the flying doll without hesitation, trying to grab it.
Perhaps Tang Feng's ability to clean himself up like this has something to do with this imaginary doll
Anyway, he couldn't think of the reason, so Tang Ling would guess any suspicious possibility.
But Tang Ling's plan failed in the end, because he was disappointed to find that even in this free visualization world, where he was supposed to be the absolute king and belonged to him, he still couldn't defeat Tang Feng.
He could only watch helplessly as Tang Feng's big hand grabbed the baby's leg, then raised it in front of him and shook it: "You want this?"
Tang Ling gritted his teeth!
Is this the first time that their father and son have faced each other? But the atmosphere was not right, and all the emotions that should have been absent, but they didn't seem unfamiliar, and they naturally fell into a confrontation, so no one cared about it.
"Give it to you." Tang Feng looked very kind.
Tang Ling couldn't believe it, but Tang Feng handed the doll to Tang Ling with a sincere look: "After all, you are still my son."
Tang Ling was suspicious, but the humiliation of being spanked and kicked made him tentatively reach out his hand.
Sure enough, Tang Feng stuffed the doll into his hand.
That's all
Before Tang Ling had time to react, Tang Feng suddenly retreated and was tens of meters away from Tang Ling in an instant. As he moved away, the world he imagined grew larger, as if there was infinite space.
Tang Ling grabbed the doll and once again couldn't understand Tang Feng as usual.
Tang Feng stopped in the next second and raised his hand with another doll in his hand: "It's a pity that I recognize you as my son, but you don't recognize me as my father. So..."
Tang Ling knew he had been tricked.
Tang Feng, with a wicked smile, raised his finger and flicked it towards Tang Ling's crotch.
"I X!" Even though he was in the world of visualization, Tang Ling couldn't help but cover a certain part of his body and roared almost at the top of his lungs.
Tang Feng appeared in front of Tang Ling again in an instant, squatting down with a concerned look on his face: "Does it hurt? Son?"
"Haha, it doesn't matter." Tang Ling suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, you can just destroy me, that's fine, because no matter whether you destroy me or not, I have decided that you will have no descendants."
"How can your genes be passed down? It's perfect here. I can be considered a blessing to the world."
"You are cutting off the hope of the world." Surprisingly, Tang Feng did not joke with Tang Ling this time. He seemed to be threatened, and the expression on his face became serious.
Tang Ling lay on the ground and just sneered. Of course he didn't decide like this. This kind of thing also requires the other side's consent, right? It's just that he can attack the gangster Tang Feng however he can at the moment. With Tang Ling's intelligence, he can naturally think of this key point.
"I'll give you a chance." Tang Feng pondered, looking at Tang Ling for a long time, and seemed to have finally made up his mind.
Tang Ling didn't answer.
"Do you want to have a fair duel with me in the visualization world?" Tang Feng waved his hand and the two dolls dispersed: "I, Tang Feng, have always kept my word. You can ask for this opportunity, of course. No. I only give you three seconds to think about it.”
"one."
"two."
"What chance?" Tang Ling didn't want to be humiliated anymore. Whether it was being spanked or impeached, it was an absolute shame. Even after that, Tang Ling would never mention it to anyone, not even the other side!
Then he must take this opportunity. Who can guarantee not to agree, and what damaging tricks will Tang Feng come up with
Tang Ling's compromise made Tang Feng smile. Tang Ling hated that smile at first sight, so he naturally turned his head away, so he missed the flash of warmth in Tang Feng's eyes.
His body was forcibly pulled up by Tang Feng, and then forced down on a stone imagined by Tang Feng.
As for Tang Feng, he sat cross-legged on a stone opposite Tang Ling and began to speak slowly: "The world of visualization is nothingness, and its essence comes from human spiritual power."
"As the saying goes, you get what you want. Completely separated from matter."
"But have you ever thought about it? Even so, the difference in the world of visualization is huge? Just like some people have rich imaginations, and what they observe and think is beautiful, which is of great help to their thoughts, thoughts and people. , and then feed back to their own bodies. Some people’s vision of the world is extremely poor, without a core point of support for what they are observing.”
Tang Ling pretended to be absent-minded, but out of his instinctive desire for power and thirsty pursuit of a lot of knowledge, he couldn't help but become serious.
I have to say that Tang Feng is a very insightful and powerful teacher, and his few words have already made people think.
"Then why is this so? The key lies in mental power. If you analyze it more deeply, it lies in one of the origins of mental power - self-will."
"Self-will can be tempered! The spiritual power that has tempered the core of self-will is like a big tree with a firm foundation. It will not be easily blown away by the strong wind, become a rootless source, and finally disperse."
"This self-will will be attached to every ounce of mental power. As long as the mental power is given a little support, the mental power will be extremely powerful."
"I rely on Xiaozhong. You are my son. Now you should be able to think about why you are still suppressed by me in your imaginary world?" Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling seriously and suddenly shouted .
"Because your self-will has been tempered and suppressed my will." Of course Tang Ling thought of the key and answered almost subconsciously.
"More than that! Because of its power, my mental power can also whip your mental power and have a huge impact on your spirit. It's like, if I want to spank you, your butt will definitely hurt." As he spoke, Tang Feng flexed his fingers again.
Tang Ling covered his hands fiercely and said viciously, "I'll cut off my descendants."
Tang Feng seemed to be really threatened by this. He smiled and said: "Just kidding, men must have a sense of humor."
"Now, I will teach you how to temper your will." Tang Feng solemnly said: "This is your opportunity, do you want to learn it?"
As he spoke, Tang Feng took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and seemed to be feeling a little emotional: "The most important thing is that having the mental power of one's own will is like having a duckweed. You won't get lost easily."
"What do you mean?" Will the mental power be lost? Tang Ling was a little puzzled because his mental power belonged to himself and would never be lost.
"Do you want to learn?" Tang Feng didn't answer Tang Ling at all.
"Learn, am I afraid? As long as I can." Of course Tang Ling wanted to learn, but following Tang Feng, he was always a little awkward, so he found excuses awkwardly.
"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to learn, I will teach you now. Then I will give you a time to temper. After that, I will suppress my self-will to a certain level to seize control of this imaginary world." Tang Feng said here. , suddenly laughed again.
Tang Ling felt that he was somewhat used to this mean smile.
"If you win, you can deal with me in the same way."
"Seriously?" Tang Ling suddenly became extremely excited.
"I, Tang Feng, keep my word, haven't you heard of it?!" Tang Feng was obviously dissatisfied: "But, don't think it's easy. To what extent you practice depends on your talent. And how to apply it depends on your understanding. Both. If you are not the best, you have no chance of winning. I am angry if you don’t recognize me as a father, so don’t expect me to be merciful!”
(End of chapter)