Pygmalion (3) (The Promised Flower)
Cen Jin set his eyes on the statue of God behind Ding Baiqing, and answered irrelevantly: "There is a strange person in the ghost school who said that they communicated with an outside prophet a few years ago, and the prophet told them that someone could lead them to become Buddhas.
Then, out of nowhere, a hundred-eyed girl and Killer Matt pointed to me and said that it might be the person who redeemed them. It happened that I knew a prophet, and it was even more coincidental that you had worked with the prophet before, and you also knew the boss of the story meeting. It was also you. Drag me into Kushinaro.
I personally think that too many coincidences are either inevitable, or someone secretly directs them, what do you think? "
Ding Paiqing held up his glasses and said, "I can't control the prophet's prophecy."
Cen Jin: "But you can add to the flames."
"However, you chose to go to the story meeting, and it was you who chose to send others to clear the customs to attract the attention of other things." Ding Baiqing said softly: "It's true that I'm the pusher, but it's you who really decides the fate.
Buddha pays attention to cause and effect, and fate is a fixed number, an inevitable summation of choices made in the past, present and future.
Cen Jin, starting from Pingxi Village, since you disrupted Asura's plan, the fate of the past has determined the fate of the present and the future. "
Cen Jin's pupils shrank sharply, staring at Ding Baiqing with a good mistake: "It wasn't that you dragged me into Kusinara, or that Asura used a new psychic spell nearby to spread to the innocent me, but that Asura deliberately targeted me. ?"
"King Ashura shared the news. They all knew that there was a human being who fought against King Asura of Rahu and burned a precious King Ashura experimental body, so King Ashura knew you and remembered you, as long as he saw you, he could think about it. stand up."
Ding Baiqing said: "You performed very well in the story meeting, and of course you will be recognized, so Ashura sent you to Kushina to settle the grievances and grievances of Ping Nishimura, and opened a new round of cause and effect.
The antecedents of the past, the development of the present, and the results of the future—whether Pingxi Village, Story Club or Jiefang Weizhen is a choice you make when you are rational and have an independent personality, not a plot I deliberately directed.
Even without me, you would still be standing at the door of the church at this moment, choosing to fight a monster ten or a hundred times stronger than you in order to protect those vulnerable humans! "
When Cen Jin heard the words, his expression was a little weird. He felt that he captured the negative emotions that Ding Yiqing really showed for a moment.
Seeing this, Ding Baiqing suddenly became quiet, his eyes darkened, and he stared at Cen Jin coldly: "Afraid of me?"
Cen Jin reluctantly smiled and said perfunctorily, "No."
Ding Yiqing said quietly, "When I want to kill you, no one can stop me. I won't kill you now, you can rest assured."
How can you be assured? If he doesn't kill him now, it doesn't mean he won't kill him in the future, and it doesn't mean that when he suddenly looks unpleasant and stabs him with a knife, no matter how much Ding Yiqing tries to be nice to him, there is no way for people to let go of their guard and believe it.
What's more, Ding Yiqing didn't say anything, and all actions have regulations. Some seemingly illogical actions and words are difficult to detect the intention at the first time, but they can always be echoed suddenly in the follow-up development, making people feel that he is carrying out a major event in an orderly manner.
Every action and every word are reinforced slabs paving this event, and he is in it, and he can't guess Ding Baiqing's intention at all, how can he not be horrified all the time
Cen Jin extracted the information in Ding Yiqing's words and tried his best to make the whole thing as clear as possible. Has it been step by step towards the prophet's prophecy since Pingxi Village
"What will the story be?"
Cen Jin pressed his temples, his brain was overloaded, he felt dizzy, and he couldn't think, so he focused on the most special problems.
He most wanted to know what the story would be, and why did the story coincide with what happened and weirdness in the strange town
"A shard of fate."
"what?"
Cen Jin frowned, unable to understand.
"The core force that supports the Nordic mythology system appears in the legend in the image of the three goddesses of destiny. It was once controlled by the main god Odin and left somewhere in the world after the twilight of the gods."
"Don't the three goddesses of fate in the Nordic mythology system control time?"
The three goddesses of fate in Norse mythology use a spindle to weave the past, present and future, not so much fate as the goddess of time.
"It devoured the three goddesses of destiny in the ancient Greek mythology system, and has the power to control time and weave destiny at the same time, but it will not wake up easily."
The Nordic and ancient Greek mythological systems are both within the six major mythological systems in the world. The two have many similarities and also share the legend of the three goddesses of destiny.
The former controls the three main tenses of time, helping each other, weaving the web of destiny together, and tending to govern time. The latter is responsible for weaving, maintaining and shattering destiny, and is more inclined to control destiny.
Now in Ding Baiqing's mouth, they have a new interpretation. The former swallows the latter and becomes the core force supporting the Nordic mythology system. It is analogous to Kunlun Mountains and Seas, but it controls time and destiny at the same time, and has the ability to create destiny.
Isn't this the same as the God of Creation
Cen Jin deeply felt that there was an abyss ahead, and it was best to stop the loss in time and stop exploring, otherwise he would fall into the bottomless fog, but he couldn't hold back the rising curiosity: "Where did the boss come from the fragments of fate? "
Ding Yiqing looked at him steadily: "We went to a real story meeting, and it almost turned into a story for fate's leisure entertainment. Later, I smashed the story meeting and tried to escape. Unexpectedly, the boss stole a piece and made it again. A three-free and shoddy product."
"You? So are you Huang Quan or Ding Yiqing? Or did the will of 'Ding Yiqing' swallowed by you affected Huang Quan, and your memories merged?"
Ding Baiqing leaned back and showed a teasing smile: "Do you believe it?"
Cen Jin's brows furrowed even tighter, and there was a burst of tingling pain in the highest developed brain area, which made him unable to restrain his irritability: "Which of your words is true and which is false?"
Ding Baiqing: "I don't know either."
Cen Jin stared at Ding Baiqing with a gloomy gaze.
"Anyone who has been to a story meeting will be crazy. They can't tell the line between the real and the unreal. They don't know which part of the world was fabricated out of thin air and which part disappeared suddenly. They don't know which part of life has been erased and which part It is inserted in the middle, and it is impossible to tell whether a certain person is real or imagined in the story, and it is impossible to tell whether the world has been tampered with by fate."
Ding Baiqing's voice was very light, like dust accumulated on an old cabinet, and it was scattered by the wind.
"Did you say my destiny has been tampered with? Who do you say I am? You say the time and destiny of the whole world... Has it ever been tampered with?"
Cen Jin swallowed his saliva in panic. He didn't dare to believe what Ding Taiqing said. It's fantastic that the world's time and fate have been tampered with.
Seriously, if time and fate can be tampered with at will, what are humans, gods or other unknown species, as well as known and unknown species on earth? Pawns on the chessboard being played around at will
From small to big, from the earth to see the universe, if the earth's civilization can be intercepted and modified at a certain point in time, what about the vast universe
Perhaps it was the frightened expression on Cen Jin's face, which pleased Ding Baiqing, and he laughed so much that the single-sided glasses on his eye sockets slipped off.
Seeing this, Cen Jin should have breathed a sigh of relief, because Ding Baiqing's performance looked like a joke, but the unstoppable panic in his heart told him that the more crazy Ding Baiqing's expression was, the higher the truthfulness of his words.
"What are you panicking about? I'm not afraid." Ding Baiqing raised his beautiful smiling eyes, stretched out his hands and inserted them into Cen Jin's hair, tangled his fingers and fiddled with the soft strands of hair, and said to him, "Besides, you should be the best now. The thing to worry about is not the real and illusory fate of the world, nor should I care who I am, but the monster created by Asura outside."
Cen Jin's stiff and aching head started to work again, and when he heard the deep-sea monster-like roar outside the church, he couldn't help but shudder, remembering the purpose of his coming here.
"I want to remove the statue of God."
Ding Baiqing took care of Cen Jin's hair carefully, drawing the difference between long hair and short hair, and responded indifferently, "Don't want church?"
"The church is too small to hold three or four thousand people. For the pastor anyway, the image of God is his lover."
"guessed?"
"It's not hard to guess." Cen Jin held Ding Baiqing's wrist and said, "The story mentions that the priest will kiss the instep of the statue of God, because the Baimu girl is not in the town, the monsters that appear in the Crimson dormitory in the story are different, so I thought that the details of my story would not be copied as it is, and even though I collected a lot of information, I didn't have much doubt about the image of God.
Until Anping said that he saw with his own eyes the priest fascinated by kissing the instep of the statue of God, proving that even if it was not arranged by the story meeting, the real situation was that 'the priest's lover is a statue'. "
Cen Jin turned his head to look at the white and flawless statue of God, regained a sense of calm and said, "I used to have a church opposite the school, and there used to be a statue of God in it. I clearly remember that it doesn't look like this."
The real statue of God is like a holy father who mercifully cares for the world. This statue of God in front of him is beautiful, with perfect facial features and body lines, just like a lover in a dream. No devout Catholic would enshrine the plaster of such a perfect lover. picture.
A fresh rose a day, a rose garden specially built for it, a pastor's lover that has been rumored in the town but no one has ever seen. The principal, who is the same person as the pastor, said that he has a lover and daughter, but no one has actually seen him.
Because everything is his imagination, he fell in love with a lifeless statue.
Therefore, we continue to experiment and improve new psychic spells, in order to make dead things have life, not to make them weird, but to be like the girls in Pygmalion, who are given real life by the god of love.
Therefore, the priest monopolized the longevity slurry, and did not hesitate to tear up the agreement between him and Ashura, and hid in Kushinaro for fifteen years, just so that his lover could become a living person. "
Ding Baiqing pressed Cen Jin's shoulder and broke him,
Pygmalion (3) (The Promised Flower)
Facing the lifeless and holy statue of God, the priest who merged with the monster in the green field is rampaging outside, struggling to climb out of the ground, not forgetting to protect the small church and the statue of God in the church .
It's still flawless and has no idea that a human being is crazy about it.
"The priest used to be a world-famous sculptor. He spent years sculpting this statue of God. From then on, he fell in love at first sight and couldn't extricate himself. In order to let his lover get life, he worshipped a cult and voluntarily refined it into an Asura king. ."
"Is he King Asura?"
"It's called Pozhi. For it, I betrayed the Asuras, provoked a terrible opponent, killed countless people for it, kept experimenting with new spells, and used the longevity serum on it. pity."
Ding Baiqing sighed, but there was only malicious sarcasm in his tone: "Unfortunately, what is fake can't come true. No matter how hard you try, you can't get what you don't have, and you can't hold it. Delusional thinking of a false, non-existent person, no matter how crazy you are, you will be crazy. The whole world is looking at it, surprised, disdainful, disgusted, it is useless, it is just sinking in its own fantasy world from beginning to end, imagining a non-existent person... Isn't it disgusting!"
Cen Jin trembled with his fingers, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead: "Are you talking about yourself, or the 'Ding Baiqing' who has been looking for someone who doesn't exist?"
Ding Baiqing still sighed and stuck it on top of Cen Jin's head, causing Cen Jin to tremble and go weak from his scalp to his back.
"How do I know? How do I know." Ding Baiqing's hand slid down, took Cen Jin's right hand, pointed to the statue of God in front of him and said, "Smash it. The longevity slurry is in its body."
Cen Jin's hands were trembling, and Ding Taiqing's bewitching voice was in his ears, causing him to bend his fingers unconsciously, turning his five fingers into claws, and controlling gravity. 'Cold and indifferent, like a thunderbolt crashing down.
But the next moment, he saw him holding Ding Baiqing's wrist with his backhand, sliding out of Ding Baiqing's arms like a fish, swinging a black-and-gold feather blade with his backhand, jumping down to the statue of God, carrying it up and jumping to the roof of the church, sticking his head out He came to Ding Baiqing below and said, "Sorry, the statue of God cannot be destroyed."
With a wave of his hand, Cen Jin ran away quickly.
Ding Yiqing quietly looked at Cen Jin, who ran far away, and whispered: "The choice does not deviate from speculation, and will make the same choice as him... Is it? Is it him? No, no."
"… Another fake? Fake."
It looked a little frighteningly morbid.
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Cen Jin carried the statue of God and ran without looking back, handing the statue of God to He Liu and Cao Wenning who came looking for the sound.
At this time, He Liu used up all her branches, roots, and stems, forming a huge city wall to protect 4,000 human beings and ordinary monsters, and to block the extremely terrifying spiritual pollution from monsters in the green field. However, this could not resist for too long.
Because she couldn't make time to deal with the green monsters, she was passively beaten throughout the whole process. Originally, not only the green monsters, but also King Ashura of the garland and the asuras who came behind.
It wasn't until Wang Lingxian and the totem from the hydropower plant dealt with the garland Asura King and the Asuras, which protected the Heliu.
Cen Jin handed the statue of God to He Liu and said, "Take it and hang it on the top of your head, the gold medal will come."
Heliu was suspicious, raised the statue of God and hung it on the top of the tree canopy, and saw the tentacles that hit the head abruptly stop in the air.
What kind of magical death-free gold is this
He Liu was quite surprised, only the two people in the dark noticed this scene.
When Cen Jin jumped off the canopy, he saw Heliu's body was full of Asura's long spears and asked if he could borrow it for use. On his shoulders, before leaving, He Liu told He Liu to stay still no matter what he did.
He Liu was puzzled and agreed.
Cen Jin carried a large number of long spears and ran to the mouth of the monster in the green field with difficulty. He couldn't find the monster's eyes for a long time and gave up, perhaps relying on other senses to obtain information.
He took down a long spear and pulled a beautiful spear flower. He suddenly ran for a few meters, and threw the long spear in his hands with two spins and leaps. The target was directly at the statue of God hanging on the top of the canopy of the willow tree. The next moment I heard the monster roar irregularly, and a tentacle rose up to protect the plaster statue and was pierced.
"Roar!!"
The monster in the green field was both painful and angry, but before it could show its power, it saw a long shower of spears in the sky. Each spear hurled at the statue of God with an irresistible force. Break the air.
The green monster hurriedly blocked the long spear with all its tentacles to protect the statue of God.
At this time, many people and strange people in the vicinity were watching the battle situation, especially the green monster, but seeing that it would not hesitate to harm itself to protect a river willow, all of them did not understand why.
Only a few people can see clearly that it is protecting the plaster statue.
"Hoo-ho!!"
The angry roar of the monster in the greenery resounded throughout the town, and a blood-red flesh cocoon in the mouth made an indiscernible 'crack' sound, and the dense red blood threads were splitting. Obviously, the priest in the blood cocoon thought that the lover he loved was suffering. Threat and rush out.
Several red sausages popped out of his mouth and rushed towards Cen Jin. The latter turned into a phantom and bounced at high speed. Holding a sharp feather blade, he cut these red sausages from time to time. Out of the corner of his eye, a tentacle swept over, Cen Jin. Immediately, he jumped off the monster's head, landed on its abdomen, and moved in the opposite direction of Heliu.
As soon as Cen Jin, who was full of hatred, ran, the green monster moved naturally, and it also wished that the yellow hair would hurry away from the beloved plaster statue.
For a while, the ground rumbled and the ground rumbled. The monster in the green field, which was so huge that it almost filled the entire town, pulled out its lower body. It was as high as 40 meters. It was like a moving skyscraper. The sun was setting in the west, and the mist filled the edge of the strange town, and even larger and more unpredictable monsters loomed in the mist.
Cao Wenning saw the green monster being led away through the willow branches, frowned, and was quite worried: "Can Huang Mao do it alone?"
He Liu: "Why not?"
Cao Wenning was puzzled: "You seem to trust him very much, and you can easily be persuaded by him."
He Liu smiled: "Because Bai Mu believes in him."
Cao Wenning was puzzled. Suddenly, a light flashed across his eyes. He heard Shanghe Liu's insightful gaze, and heard the latter say softly, "The one who can believe in a hundred eyes is the one who can make us become a Buddha." buzzing.
In that room, Cen Jin hurriedly braked his steps and stopped at the cliff, with an endless abyss below, a large mist on the opposite side, and green monsters chasing behind him.
At a height of 40 meters, the red cocoon in the monster's mouth was cracked in half, and a bloody jade-like transparent body crawled out of it. The upper part of the body was naked. , the lower body is still stuck in the blood cocoon, and the green monsters are indistinguishable from each other.
Wet hair hangs down, stinky liquid drips from the tips of his hair, his head is drooping, his blood-filled eyes are looking around blankly, and he finally settled on a small figure on the edge of the cliff. The thick tentacles lifted high and fell heavily—
boom! boom! boom! There was a loud noise, and half of the cliff was suddenly cut in half, and a group of water ghouls hanging under the cliff made a chirping sound and rushed up to bite the tentacle.
Bang! The heavy sound fell, making the sound of flesh being smashed and smashed, and several water ghouls hanging on the tentacles were smashed into flesh. The ability of the enemy and us is disparate, and they are not willing to leave easily.
The tragic death of their companions shocked them, but only made them give up their tentacles, shift their positions, and cast their targets on the huge Roshan.
Cen Jin manipulated gravity to barely allow himself to hang on the ground, bowed his head, and looked blankly at the dense water ghouls under the cliffs and cliffs. The largest of them is about three meters long, and the smallest is less than half a meter high. , greedy by nature, to kill mainly.
Water ghouls are just like the hungry ghosts in the Buddhist way of hungry ghosts. They are hungry, begging, and fearful. Although they are cruel by nature, they are forced by people. Their life experience is extremely tragic.
Imprisoned in ugly bodies, driven by appetite, they are irrational, and as a result, they are either eaten to death or killed.
"Squeak... Squeak!"
A water ghoul in front of him was unrestrained, burst his stomach, fell down, and was quickly eaten by his companions.
Are you a human? Is this the creature that should be allowed to survive
No, living beings should come to this world with dignity, not a man-made tragedy. If they are still conscious, how can they tolerate themselves being carried in an ugly body
Creatures should have the instinct of self-control and self-restraint, even insects know how to stop.
Cen Jin opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrunk again, his ears were warm, and blood slowly flowed out. A burst of invisible air swept away from his body and swooped down, covering every water ghoul, feeling that they were suffering from hunger all the time. And the pain of killing, feel the faint longing beneath their greedy appetite.
They pray for death, they pray for deliverance.
They live to death.
This seems to be the secret wish of every living being in Kusinara, and it is also in line with the Buddhist teachings. The Western Heaven and Hell are two sides, good and evil, life and death are also two sides. Death is not the end, but transcends the six attachments. Change the world, return to the self.
This is the thought of the water ghouls before they were alive. They are all Southeast Asians and believe in Bharat and Buddhism. Although the teachings of the two are different, they absorb and integrate with each other, and some behavior patterns are very similar.
The shower-like pain hit every inch of Cen Jin's flesh, every bone, and penetrated into his soul like a bone-sucking bone. , even nosebleeds flowed out, but remained cold to the extreme in such extreme pain
Pygmalion (3) (The Promised Flower)
of calm.
Like a Buddha who cut flesh to feed an eagle, like a crucified Jesus, like a saint who has come out of pain through the ages.
Cen Jin hesitated for a moment, with a trace of uncertainty, but he still said: "Yanling · Cangsheng."
All of a sudden, there was a burst of flying sand and rocks, the heaven and the earth shook, and suddenly stopped, no movement, not driven.
Cen Jin: "Is it too big?"
Ordering the common people, wouldn't it be robbing heaven and earth
How can heaven and earth agree.
Cen Jin thought for a while, then changed his mouth and said, "If so, I will be reborn."
As soon as the voice fell, a few faint golden rays of light spread out from Cen Jin's sharply shrunk pupils, forming a light and transparent light spot, which connected to each other to form a Buddha seal. The thousand-year-old Kusinara was beating his heart at this moment.
In ancient times, magicians and the like used the spirit of words to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth. Therefore, the power of the spirit of words can communicate with both gods and heaven and earth. If Cen Jin tried to communicate with heaven and earth in the outside world, he would not get a response 100%.
But he was in Kushinaro, and when he said 'As I heard it', Kushinaro must have echoed him.
Because 'As I heard it' means: I am listening to what the Buddha said, and what I say next is what the Buddha said, and it is the Buddha's proverbs.
Buddha's motto: Rebirth.
So Kusinara, who had lost the Buddha for thousands of years, came to life at this moment. Thousands of beings felt this and looked up to the direction of the cliff.
Cao Wenning held his heart: "It feels very comfortable that the soul has been baptized."
He Liu stretched its branches and said lazily, "Kushinaro, wake up."
The garland King Asura who was trembling with the totem, the gods who were beaten by Anping, and the Asuras who were stopped by Wang Lingxian all showed strange expressions, looked towards the direction of the cliff in the distance, and said with trembling voices: "Buddha... Isn't it slaughtered?"
In the dark, the white-haired and dark-skinned boy first changed his face, and then smiled with interest: "Qianluo Qiantuo, I don't want the longevity serum."
Kaluo Qiantuo, also one of the four Asura kings, was puzzled: "Do you have a new plan?"
He never doubted the great cause of the young man. If he changed his mind in the middle, there must be a new and better plan.
The young man didn't answer, his eyes went back and forth between the direction of the cliff and the statue of God on the top of the canopy of the river willow tree, obviously he did have a new plan.
On the cliffs, countless water ghouls stagnant movements visibly, sensed the motto from Kushinaro, like a huge army of expeditions crawling towards the green monsters neatly, not afraid of life, not afraid of death, quickly crawling all over the greenery The earth monster, cracked its mouth full of fangs and began to frantically bite the flesh and blood of the monster.
They don't eat, they tear it down and throw it away. They are no longer animals driven by appetite, but simply to resolve hatred.
The monster in the green field was quickly bitten out of its bones, screaming in pain, trying to raise its tentacles to kill the water ghoul covered in fleas, but the raised tentacles stopped as soon as it reached the air, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't move it. cents.
Seeing this, Cen Jin whispered, "Kushinaro's will."
Influenced by the proverbs, Kushinaro's will is to send the water ghouls to life, and their way of life is to end the cause and effect.
The water ghoul died in the priest's new psychic spell experiment, and now he and the psychic new spell experiment monster have merged into one, and have been eaten up by the failed experiments. It is a cycle of karma and retribution.
Cen Jin stretched out his left hand and controlled the black and gold feather blades to form a sharp long knife. He held the handle firmly, and blood was splattered from his palm. A mountain peak reached the top of the green monster in the blink of an eye.
The long knife clenched in both hands went from bottom to top, drawing a dazzling black-gold light. Against the background of the setting sun like blood, there was a sound of 'stab', the long knife sank into the priest's neck and blood spurted wildly.
The priest's bloody eyes widened, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he tried to look back to the direction of the statue of God, but the body that rolled down the mountain with a 'slap' was quickly drowned by the water ghoul, and finally even the skull was bitten into pieces. Powder, like the poor human beings sacrificed in the plaster room, didn't deserve a whole corpse.
Satisfied to kill the enemy, the water ghouls all quieted down, and the feeling of fullness they had never had before made them feel happy and fell into a permanent, happy sleep.
Cen Jin stood beside the corpse of the monster in the green field, trying to communicate with Kusinara's will, but with little success, it only listened to the Buddha's words.
Where did he come from so many Buddha's proverbs? Not a monk.
Cen Jin was a bit irritable, opened his eyes and planned to give up, when a strong wind hit the back of his head, he subconsciously waved the long knife to resist, but the long knife, like a dandelion blown away by the wind, instantly turned into pieces of feather blades, one of which cut his cheek, A drop of blood flew in the air.
Suddenly, a huge force pressed against Cen Jin's chest, causing him to fall uncontrollably to the ground. The position of his shoulder blades on his back was scalded like a hot soldering iron. The severe pain that stabbed the cerebral cortex instantly struck, and his temples jumped. With a jump, the sweat of the beans rolled down, and the sweat on the eyelids made it difficult to see who attacked him.
It was just anger that made him disregard his palm being slashed, and clenched a feather blade and slammed it forward, with a 'puchi' sound, when the sharp blade plunged into the flesh, he heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "I'm just giving you a copy. Courtesy, but you gave me one too. We exchange gifts."
"Who are you-"
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"Reciprocity?!!"
Thousands of feather blades scattered out at the same time flew back with a 'swish', killing the sneak attackers with a rain of arrows.
The sneak attacker still had the energy to laugh at this time, and persuaded Huang Mao not to use his extraordinary power indiscriminately. He was bleeding from his mouth, nose and ears, bloodshot eyes, and blood oozing from the pores of his body. If he held on, his body would explode. .
"I didn't want to kill you now, I hope you can keep your strength and see you in the future."
Cen Jin grinned, palms facing up, ignoring the tearing pain from his brain and body, like a fighting maniac, with a crazy demeanor, enjoying the thrill of walking on the edge of death.
"Ha? Save your spare power?" Cen Jin first laughed softly, his shoulders trembled, and then he laughed wildly: "Who wants to save spare power? You have to go all out in your work so that you can confidently refuse the overtime requested by the boss."
The attacker looked strange, what was Huang Mao talking about
"It's done in one day, no one can let me put it off until tomorrow!" Huang Mao was a little excited, and the offensive of the thousands of feather blades was even more severe, so fast that he could barely see a shadow.
His emotions became more and more excited: "Do you think I didn't know that the last flower was deliberately trampled? I saw shoe prints!"
The sneak attacker, the white-haired black-skinned boy: "??"
"Damn capitalist!" Huang Mao raised his head to the sky, and in addition to being emotionally excited, he burst out: "Ding dog force."
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Deadly quiet.
The white-haired and black-skinned sneak attacker clearly felt the air cooling down at this moment, and Kusinara's consciousness suddenly disappeared after waking up, as if he couldn't wait to fall asleep.
what's the situation? The attacker's face suddenly changed drastically, staring in the direction of the church, and without thinking, he said, "Run!"
As soon as the words fell, the sneak attacker disappeared in a blink of an eye, and King Asura, who had always followed him, took a step slower, his body was blocked by an inexplicable force in the air, and then passed through thousands of high-speed feather blades, breathless. died.
Huang Mao stared gloomily at Ding Baiqing, who had arrived late, his hands and feet were controlled, his developing brain was also forcibly suppressed, and his consciousness gradually became clear, but the turbulent emotions were difficult to recover for a while, and he just continued to look at Ding Baiqing provocatively.
Ding Baiqing just looked at him coldly, and with a little force, he broke off the two feathered blades in his palm, rolled them into scrap iron and threw them away, and then took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped off the blood flowing out of him.
There were two deep visible bone scars on the palm of the hand, blood was bleeding from the ears, mouth and nose, and there were countless wounds on the body, the flesh was split, the blood vessels were leaking thin blood beads, and there were two just scalded from the shoulder blades. of ancient Sanskrit.
Ding Baiqing laughed angrily, narrowed his eyes and carefully identified the ancient Sanskrit characters on his shoulder blades, making sure it wasn't a curse, so he pinched the yellow-haired chin.
"I'm helping you to develop your brain domain, not to let you be ignorant of life and death, not to talk about high wear and tear for a long time, but also to use the spirit of communication between the world and the world. It's good to stop the loss in time here, but you still don't know how thick the sky is, and your flesh is cracked. And forcibly open 30% of the brain!"
Ding Yi's green silver-white eyes, two silver-ring pupils inlaid with each other, are emitting anger at this moment.
real anger.
"If you want to die, just tell me."
Huang Mao was suddenly full of doubts, tried his best to lean back, and approached again and said, "Ding Baiqing, are you angry?"
Ding Baiqing rubbed his yellow-haired chin with his palm and the tiger's mouth, rubbed his soft cheek with his thumb, frowned and said, "That's not the point."
Huang Mao pouted, twisted his shoulders uncomfortably, and felt the pain everywhere in his body.
He stretched his hand to the back of his waist and took it out. After a while, he took out a black-gold flower, rubbed the blood on his hands and body onto the metal piece, and then handed the hot flower to Ding Baiqing. before.
"Today is not over yet, the promised flowers."
Ding Baiqing looked at this rose, which was obviously fabricated from the material of black and gold feather blades, in silence, before showing a disgusting expression after a long while: "What blood did you put on it?"
"You want fresh flowers, this is my hot blood."
Ding Yiqing looked at Cen Jin with a look that couldn't tell what he meant, and after a while he pinched the back of his neck and said coldly, "Don't be opportunistic."
He took the flower with no discernible shape, looked at it for a long time, and said, "Today, if you complete half of the agreement, the customer rules will be reduced by half."
"Why only half?"
"Because of revenge, you called me a jerk."
"… "
Squeeze the daddy and the dog.
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