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So for now, Lu Zhengkang has two solutions at hand.

One is naturally to attract sky thunder like the Taoist priest, but this is also a relatively unfamiliar technique.

The second is to absorb death with one's own mind.

In terms of feasibility, naturally choose the second one.

Lu Zhengkang gently raised his hand, and a white epiphany suddenly appeared in his palm.

Everyone around was shocked.

The epiphany spins slightly, and there is a faint pink cloud flying between the petals.

So soft and beautiful.

Lu Zhengkang put his hand up, as if he was releasing a butterfly.

Epiphany flew gently into the air.

Everyone's eyes are chasing it.

The dead gas turned into a blue-gray smoke, flowing into the epiphany like a long dragon, dyeing the white flowers into mysterious and elegant blue-purple.

After a short while, his lifelessness took his time, and the flashback flew back to Lu Zhengkang's palm.

The petals withered, scattered like flying birds, scattered as ashes and dust when they hit the ground.

In the end, Lu Zhengkang held only a dark oval fruit in his hand.The epidermis is rough and tough, and there are many facial wrinkles, which is evil and beautiful.

Kun Qing leaned in, "Monk, little master, what secret is this?"

Lu Zhengkang glanced at this cheeky bull's nose, "Supernatural, I want to learn, shave my hair and go back to practice with the poor monk for a few years and teach you."

"Uh, forget it, the little bald donkey is uneasy and kind, so why does the Buddhist school open its doors to convenience..."

"How is this round?"

"Of course I won. If I hadn't summoned the thunder first, can your little bald donkey who is not good at learning so easy to absorb these lifeless breaths?"

Lu Zhengkang was amused by his arrogant cheeks, "Since you said that, okay, even if you win, let's talk about the third game."

Kun Qing's smiling face became serious again, "Little Monk, Taoist priest, I recognize your professionalism. In this third game, let's work together to deal with a difficult thing, how about?"

"Let's listen, what can make our magical Taoist Kunqing embarrassing." Lu Zhengkang said in a weird manner. You are shameless, and I have to satirize you.

This little trick is like a spring breeze for Kun Qing. He laughed, "Presumably you also figured out that there will be a calamity in the future of Quanfu. Stay, we, as guests, eat others, and use others, should we solve some small troubles for others?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "That matter, indeed, if you don't come to me, the monk can also solve it, but since you want to push, let's end it quickly."

Chapter 122: Breaking Love and Desperate Sex, Evil Beasts Come Out

Quan Hongming was enjoying the heavy rain in the dark night.

He knew his relatives, his cold sister was trying to heal himself.

Those greedy and obese bald donkeys were chanting scriptures in his ear, and he couldn't hear clearly, as if separated by a thick wall.

These vague chants did not resolve his fear of loneliness, but rather upset him.

Quan Hongming probably realized that his thinking has deviated from normal people. He enjoys loneliness, darkness, and pain. These are the sources of his happiness and fill the emptiness in his heart burned by anxiety.

But these emotions added to his depression.

It's like pouring cold oil on a wildfire, temporarily low temperature doesn't help.

only.

Only the heavy rain.

The heavy rain brings life.

And when it rains, there is no such annoying chanting.

Gan Lin slid down his twisted limbs, diluting the grimace corroded by the poisonous blood on his skin.

Quan Hongming opened his mouth wide, like a crocodile with his head up, and his mouth looked like a sea bowl, dripping on his palate, tongue, and gums, a little bit cool.

The rainwater accumulated in the throat, when he had enough mouthful, he swallowed in a hurry.

Although the rain is heavy, it will not last long.

Only a few mouthfuls at a time.

Quan Hongming thought, if he could wake up, he would have to thank the unknown doctor.

Of course, this is a joke he made to himself.

If you can wake up, you can do anything else, from eating a bowl of hot noodle soup to digging open your family's ancestral grave.Such jokes always make him laugh, and then the skin on his body will rupture and blood will flow, causing him intense pain.

But the pain gave him joy again.

He hopes he can keep laughing.

But laughter has its limits.

He couldn't laugh more and more.

...

Mo Yun sat in the room, and the moonlight leaked in through the open window.

He has calmed down.

He no longer thinks.

Do what you do every day, simple.

Free time, no matter, is the most difficult.

He can't forget many things, although he is tired of his memories, but still, under the calm face, the undercurrent is raging.

People must learn to fight with themselves.

There is no gun smoke, no ending.

He turned over and started to sleep.

On the roof beam, a quietly slashing sword hung.