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“Ahhhhhhhhhh ~ it hurts.” Smoked Song Shuhang's body returned and sent out a series of screams.

After paying the appraisal price... Song Shuhang forcibly interrupted the appraisal secret law.

In this way, the authentication failed.

[Good, that's it...] Song Shuhang endured severe pain, secretly.

If the appraisal is successful, it is not good.

This mysterious senior did not want to expose his information and history at all. If Song Shuhang accidentally identified some information, he might end up having to choose to kill someone.

Song Shuhang also did not want the identity and information of this predecessor - he was just trying to identify the price paid by secret methods.

Well, enjoy the wonderful pain of the world with me, Senior! After Song Shuhang's figure gathered together, he regained his human form and looked to the juvenile position.

Under such severe pain, he can't stand it anymore. I wonder how this senior is doing?

Opposite.

Bang ~ ~

The teenager blew up, flesh and blood, and the images were extremely bloody and needed to be coded.

Song Shuhang: “…”

How did that happen?

After the secret appraisal, it should only be shared with this mysterious predecessor. Why did he blow it up? Isn't that what gambling is about?

In the meantime, the flesh and bones, like the light reflux at the same time, recovered rapidly and turned back into juveniles.

The teenager was no longer able to keep his own smile, and he kept pumping cold air.

He simultaneously felt the severe pain of the 'identification secret', which acts directly on the soul, is defenseless and can only bite the hard tooth support.

However, the gambling ceremony has not yet yielded results.

Song Shuhang and the teenager were still biting their teeth and insisting, not crying.

Under the rules of this gambling ceremony, Song Shuhang and the teenager, whenever they cry out, whether in smoke mode or smashed bones, any eye water spill out, will be judged to be a failure.

“What kind of self-mutilation is this? The end is terrible.” Juvenile bites the dental canal.

Song Shuhang replied without thinking about it: "My aunt is mysterious. ”

The true name of the secret, naturally cannot be told to this mysterious predecessor, so as not to arouse suspicion. Moreover, he did not identify any information.

After that, Song Shuhang held a huge belly, slowly knelt down, and chose a scientific angle to lie down, so as not to compress the big belly.

Eventually, he curled into a bunch, biting his teeth trembling, and his lips purple. However, Song Shuhang was already ready. He pulled a white handkerchief out of his bracelet apparatus, trembling, folding it up, stuffing it in the mouth, and biting his teeth off. It suffered from the spiritual agony of waves and waves and a pregnancy and childbirth in October.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" outside the gambling ceremony, the

Kung Fu Snake Beauty's tailtip slapped hard on the ground, she was half a step late and didn't strangle better.

A lifetime opponent of her to make fairies.

Opposite, the teenager also learned the look of Song Shuhang, slowly lying down on his side, biting his teeth trembling.

“What else do you have to do, make it out.” The teenager trembled and walked.

Song Shuhang: “Mmm-hmm."

Sooko Blackhide blinked, translating: "Senior Song is saying that you can use whatever you want, don't pity him. ”

“Oh, looks like you're at your limit. Well, give me a loss.” The teenager shook his hand at Song Shuhang: “In the end, do you believe in the afterlife? ”

“This used to be unbelievable, but now it is.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Big brothers, many of them have the secret of ‘reincarnation', so long as they don't die, they have the chance to start over again. Even the Magic Gate has a lot of power to seize.

“No… in fact, there is no afterlife in all heaven. Despair - cut off the Hereafter.” The teenager shook his hand and shook at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang only felt a slight chill on his body, then... nothing.

Instead, it was the teenager himself, suddenly pale and full of chills - a reflex of spell failure. A moment later, the reverse phage of this spell failure also synchronized to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang felt cold, but it was still within his means.

Song Shuhang: “Hmm? ”

“Quiet, I want to be alone.” Juvenile bites the canal.

Kung Fu snake beauty's eyes lit up: “Quiet who? ”

“…” The teenager looked up at the sky and almost cried in anger.

“Senior, what was your spell? Did it fail when it worked on me?” Song Shuhang threw up champagne in the exit, trembling and asking.

He cared about the spells that his predecessor had just performed on him.

Because the name of the Gong is more awesome - cutting off the Ao Yi of the Hereafter sounds like cutting off the offspring.

“Do you really believe in the afterlife?” Juvenile heads up: “Believe in the words of the next life, bear this spell, and you will see your next life obliterated by a single illusion of despair. ”

Song Shuhang trembled: “I really believe it. ”

“Do you think you'll have a new life?” The teenager looked young and asked again.

Song Shuhang thought about it, his voice shivered: “I don't know, actually... I practiced for more than six months, I don't have a concept for the next life. I feel like practicing all the way ahead, and if I can, I, like most Daoists, would like to go further along the practice path, preferably to the step of the Evergreen… Although idealistic and dreamy, being a Brother always has to have a goal. Besides, I always felt that if I failed, there should be only one way out. ”

Because the training period was short, he hadn't thought about the ‘next life' for so long. Like a teenager, it's hard for him to imagine what it's like to be 'old Mai dying'.

And because he always feels on his way to practice, he will not have a chance to come back once he fails, he will only die.

As he spoke, Song Shuhang's body trembled even harder. He felt he was dying.

“Your awareness isn't so low.” Juvenile mouth twitch.

Half a mile later.

The teenager suddenly noticed a little problem: "How long did you say you practiced? ”

“More than six months, Senior.” Song Shuhang replied honestly, I can't do it, the pain in my soul waves, tears in my eyes are going to come out.

“Oh, you think that's gonna inspire me? Too naive.” Juvenile struggles to sit up and he reaches out to his third eyebrow a little bit: “Come on, under my third eye, everything will be real. ”

On the third eye, a light fell on Song Shuhang.

Half a mile later.

“Heartbroken, Junior Song.” Senpai slowed down.