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"The Bodhisattva save me..." Ruoyouruwu's miserable howling sounded in his ears.

"Pursuing sentient beings, I am also a sentient being, come and save me..."

Lu Zhengkang was unmoved.

After doing the exercises again, he opened his eyes.

The sky is full of huge eyes, they are colorful, emit a green poisonous light, blinking, muscle cramps, staring at Lu Zhengkang.

The ground was flowing with magma and sea water, bursting silently, and the suffering human bodies were rolling in the bubbles. They twisted their faces and faced Lu Zhengkang. The eyeballs of the plucked eyeballs bleed unceasingly.

Sun Lichai came behind him, Lu Zhengkang turned his head and saw a bloody girl, of course, without eyeballs, and the brain in the cranial cavity was still shining with a faint blue fire, and the pulsating flames would curl and dance. Stretch out several twisted human forms.

And all this...

All let Lu Zhengkang watch it with gusto.

Chapter 132 Years are like poetry, but dreams

Evil fate is constantly flowing to Lu Zhengkang, as if a layer of gray haze is about to cover the mountains.In this regard, he does not refuse to come, in other words, he is actively involved in evil.

This process is risky even for him, but he is eager for a real duel.Go head-to-head with the pivot.

Lu Zhengkang pursues the honor of fighting very much. He doesn't like playing with the opponent's thinking and torturing the enemy's will. He only likes to be simple and straightforward and destroy the opponent's existence.

His favorite article is Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea".

The human body has limits, but the spirit does not.

Lu Zhengkang is never afraid to fight, never before and never again.

Sun Lichai asked him: "Luyuan, what are you thinking about?"

When she was speaking, Lu Zhengkang could see her wide-open lips, thin insect feet and limbs beating in her mouth, and the carapace rubbed and made a hissing noise.

"Think of something very ordinary."

"But you have been a little unsure recently, do you have distracting thoughts."

The people of the positive fate are connected. Although Lu Zhengkang is independent, the rest of the people can also roughly understand his state.

Of course Lu Zhengkang didn't have any distracting thoughts, but Sun Lichai also vaguely felt the bad fate.

Sun Lichai’s figure became more and more illusory, her voice came from all directions, quietly, countless Sun Lichai appeared around, Lu Zhengkang could see a button on her placket, it was not a button, it was a cause for weaving. There was light beating in its compound eyes, like a snakeskin against the moonlight. As the collar shook, the pair of eyes flashed, leaving mottled marks in the air.

Countless Sun Lichai, countless eight losers, countless flashes, like a swarm of fireflies by the lotus pond in midsummer.

"It's not distractions, there are some other chores."

"What can I help?"

"Not for now."

Lu Zhengkang raised his head, and the wind of the world moved his robe.

Now, there is only one thing left, and I can't rest assured.

...

Li Dingyin flushed, and ran into the house with joy, "That's it! That's it! This time the news is accurate!"

Liang Rulian put down the embroidery in her hand, dusted her sarong and stood up, her usual courtesy smile appeared on her benevolent face, but such a smile is really sad, and the bleakness on her face can't be ignored by this simple The smile burst open.

"Why are you in a panic, sit down and rest."

Li Dingyin didn't listen, he paced vigorously, his complexion constantly changing, a thin layer of sweat from his greasy cheeks, flowing down his chin, like a frog hanging on a hanger draining water. It seems a bit too excited and weird.

"Dingyin, what's wrong with you?"

"Ru'er, do you remember that we put De Zhang in Shaolin?"

"Naturally, that is naturally unforgettable." Liang Rulian flinched when she heard the name, and the depression between her eyebrows became heavier.

"The whole world knows that Shaolin gave birth to a Buddha. I'll count the days. The first statement came out four years ago. De Zhang was placed in Shaolin almost five years ago."

"Do you want to say that De Zhang is the Buddha? Ding Yin, you don't want to think about this, I only hope that the children can follow the masters well and can be at ease..."

"Ru'er!" Li Dingyin pursed his mouth. He suddenly turned and stared at his wife, his eyes burning with a layer of hatred and pain, "De Zhang is the Buddha! He is the number one Buddha in the world! Buddha!"

Liang Rulian shook her head wearily and gently smiled, just like her reaction after seeing her husband show this expression countless times, "Dingyin, you still can't let it go."

"How to put it down? My Li family is so good, just like this, give it to these untouchables!"

"Prosperity and wealth are no more than one life. One hundred years later, who is not the loess, Ding Yin, as long as we can enter the pure land, we will already be the blessing of the previous life."

"Ru'er, you are so innocent now! Did you fall into the evil method of those bald donkeys? What pure land you said is all false!"

Liang Rulian realized that her husband was not only obsessed with the past, he was simply mad.

"The Pure Land is real, you have also been in..."

"That's a dream! Fake!"

"..."

"No one will refuse the status of a prince! Of course this so-called Buddha will not. If he is ignorant, those bald donkeys will tell him what to do..."

Liang Rulian shook her head and sighed. She suddenly felt disappointed. Her husband, the former prince, has now lost even the most basic political sense, and will be a complete lunatic in the future.

Life is sometimes too shocking to people, but it makes people ignore the pressure.

Liang Rulian felt that there was nothing to worry about.

How will she live in the future, as she herself said, the loess will be scratched a hundred years later.

Lu Zhengkang stood outside the house, leaning against the wall and listening to the conversation between his biological parents.

The hallucinations are getting heavier.

The black sun radiated icy rays of the bone, dirty colored oil dripped from the cracks in the stone slabs on the street outside the door, and clusters of skulls hung from the camphor branches in the corner of the courtyard, shaking and making muffled knocks. ...

He saw these weird sights, but his mood became extremely calm.

"...What name will they give this Buddha by then? Prince Buddha? Emperor Buddha? Ru'er, you wouldn't believe how ugly these people would be for power..."

Lu Zhengkang opened the door and walked in. He pointed in the air and Dingyin faintly. His incarnation was handsome and tall as a mountain. Liang Rulian was stunned and hurried to kneel and kowtow.

Lu Zhengkang held her back and smiled at her, "My mother, I missed her for so many years."