"But there is only one Zhou Fei in the academy. What about the others? Everyone knows that Qing Lian, the second senior in the academy, is an extremely proud person, and he values dignity the most!" Yong Yan refused to accept, taking Qinglian as an example. I want to refute the claim of damaging Taoist people.
"Heh." The damaged Taoist smiled: "Qing Lian is a very good person, but his dignity is facing the laws of the world, the rules of heaven. But for themselves, they don't have so much dignity. As long as they can change Strong, this thing of faith can be discarded at any time. Goddess is a fart, and God's way is a fart. They only have realm strength in their eyes. For this reason, they even do not hesitate to be enchanted! There is no dignity to speak of."
Having said that, the emotions of the damaged Taoist became a bit agitated, and the whole face was flushed.
The blue veins on the forehead and neck are even more violent!
His anger spread out, and the entire island seemed to echo the anger of the damaged Taoist, and bursts of unwilling sorrow and indignation sounded from all over the island and went straight to the Xiao Han.
This situation is very normal on islands, and it will break out almost every other time.
If you want to talk about dignity, these talents are truly dignified people.
Prince Yong Yan, who was almost half lying on the ground, was almost torn to pieces by this powerful resentment. He clasped the floor firmly, and his fingers were already dripping with blood.
In about half a time, this powerful resentment gradually dissipated.
Yong Yan's clothes were almost drenched in cold sweat, all stuck to his body, a little uncomfortable.
The damaged Taoist returned to his normal complexion, his breathing eased, and he said indifferently: "What happened to me today, do you know who gave it to you?"
Yong Yan swallowed, and there was a little uncontrollable excitement in his guilty heart. Perhaps he could poke the pain of the old way and give him a hint of revenge.
"It should be from the college."
"Don't you even dare to say his name?" The damaged Taoist sneered.
"Xin Zhige." Yong Yan gritted his teeth.
The damaged Taoist nodded slightly, "Yes, it is him. You are clever, you can guess it once. Why don't you guess it is the Master?"
Yong Yan said cautiously: "Xin Zhige can be so cruel. If it is a master, he will only kill, not abuse. Because Xin Zhige is a demon, and a demon is a representative of ruthlessness."
"Ah."
The mutilated Taoist smiled softly: "That sounds reasonable."
"Back then, I was cut off by Xin Zhige's sword, and the other people on this island were also placed under Xin Zhige's hands. Shuangtian sword intent, how overbearing. Although Ye Xin's Canglang sword Fu is said to be the strongest in the world, but in the face of Shuangtian Sword Intent, Canglang Jianfu is still half weak."
"Xin Zhige, that's a real kendo lunatic."
"Over the years, I have dragged my crippled body, lingering on the world, hatred has strangled my neck like a poisonous snake, making me unable to breathe. I have been thinking about revenge all the time, but unfortunately my body has no way of revenge. I can't forget the picture of Xin Zhige cutting off my limbs. The picture has been engraved in my mind and has become a mental stamp. Whether I close my eyes or open my eyes, I can see clearly To that scene."
"Xin Zhige died, but my hatred did not melt away. On the contrary, I resented even more. I wanted to destroy the academy, and I wanted the master. Because Xin Zhige was taught by him, and the apprentice didn’t teach, Master. It's a fault!"
"But take a good look at your dog's eyes widening. How can I defeat the Master in this way, even Qinglian can't beat me. Isn't it ironic?"
"The day you went to the island, we thought that Yue Jingyu had sent an heir, but you disappointed us too much. There is no skin and no soul. How can a destined waste material take our burden? What about passing your skills to you? You still have no chance of winning against the academy, because you are just a waste!"
Having said that, the damaged Taoist has entered the old cursing mode again.
Yong Yan felt a little sore in his knees. He had never kneeled for so long before.
Of course the more uncomfortable is the fingers.
The nails have all been turned over.
Ten fingers dripping with blood.
The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, even if it is Yong Yan, this kind of pain is a bit unbearable.
But he didn't dare to use aura to suppress the pain, because it would severely irritate the damaged Taoist who was going crazy in front of him.
If you give it to him again, the pain can instantly soar by ten levels.
After cursing for a full half an hour, the damaged Taoist stopped.
Yong Yan was already numb.
"You haven't rolled yet?" The damaged Taoist looked at Yong Yan with a little surprise.
Yong Yan said: "Before
The younger generation, the younger generation still has a problem. "
"Ask." It is estimated that he just vented, and the damaged Taoist became very easy to talk at the moment.
"How can we get rid of the hat of waste materials? How can we really abandon our dignity?" Yong Yan raised his head and looked at the damaged Taoist, his eyes full of desire.
"When you learn to ignore the cost, it won't be considered waste material." Said the damaged Taoist.
Yong Yan's face was gray and his hands trembled slightly, "I chose to attract stars because I want to sneak attack you while you are not prepared to win the skill of seniors. Isn't this considered insidious at all costs?"
"The difference is too far." The damaged Taoist said: "Give up all your emotions and treat yourself as a lump of shit. What can't you let go of a lump of shit?"
"A pile of shit..." Hearing this word, Yong Yan suddenly felt a little nauseous.
Not because shit is too disgusting, but the values conveyed by the word.
Give up everything.
Faith
"Faith?" The damaged Taoist smiled, "Do people in the academy have faith?"
Yong Yan was stunned.
"Throw away those unrealistic things, otherwise you will always be a waste material." The damaged Taoist said here, closing his eyes.
This also means that today's conversation has come to an end here.
But Yong Yan didn't move.
He did not silently put the food box back into the bamboo basket after the mutilated Taoist closed his mouth as in the past, bowed and left.
Yong Yan was shaking.
Tears even welled up.
Because he found himself facing an insurmountable scourge.
faith!
Belief in goddess.
Belief in heaven.
The moment he came out of his mother's womb, Yong Yan was put on various auras, and his faith was with him from that moment, and he never left for a moment.
Faith has become a part of his thinking, a part of his body, a part of his life, and even a part of his soul.
How can this part be cut off
After being cut off, wouldn't it be necessary to cut half of his life.
The more you think, the more fear, the more fear, the more tears.
"Senior, save me." Yong Yan kowtowed and cried loudly.
The damaged Taoist frowned and snorted: "Waste material is waste material!"
(End of this chapter)