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Because of memory loss, Song Shuhang has completely forgotten his hand, why there is such a strange... or brutal throne Fabao.

The cruelty of this throne is not against the enemy, but against myself - I am cruel to myself, and this is what I describe.

Song Shuhang couldn't come and think about it.

At this critical juncture, he instinctively sacrificed this treasure of thrones.

Intuition tells him... this Throne Magic is useful. In the realm of repair, the longer the weirder the instrument, the more interesting it is, or has a special use.

As long as this throne helps himself with a hole in his chest and the little fairy who lost his heart, he has nothing to hesitate about!

Song Shuhang did not hesitate in the face of the thorn of the throne.

Anyway... he has a vest!

There are armor pads, these bone pricks, they're not enough for fear.

A moment later.

“Hiss ~ hiss ~” sat on the throne of Big Song, constantly pumping cold air.

Waves and waves of intense pain are like waves.

The sourness is really hard to describe to outsiders.

As he endured the pain, he held on to the little fairy in his arms and observed her condition.

The effect of this throne, bareback!

The little fairy, who had lost her heart and was almost unconscious, stabilized.

Song Shuhang himself, the feeling of a leak in the chest disappeared, no longer cool.

The two of them sat on this horrible throne, motionless.

“What is this throne?” At this point, the white elder sister asked.

“I don't know, I just know it'll work. In fact, when I sat on this throne, my physical injuries stopped.” Song Shuhang spoke out.

This throne has a ‘hanging’ effect.

No matter how big the wound, just sit on top of it and hang your breath.

“Me too.” Su Shi 'a XVI Dao, although she sat on Ju Song, the hanging effect of the throne also worked on her… it may be that she occupies a relatively small area, when sitting with Ju Song, she is counted as‘ one person '?

“The only problem is, I can't stand up right now.” Song Shuhang sank his voice. If you leave this brutal throne, the effects of hanging your life will be lost.

He's fine, the hole in his chest is recovering at a slow rate. How many quenching exercises did he bring to heal himself?

But the little fairy's heart showed no signs of recovery.

When the hole in his chest has grown, he can only leave the fairy sitting alone on this throne.

“Anyway, let's get out of this goddamn space.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Just hold your breath, get out of this ferry space, and find a way to heal the fairy's heart.

Sister Bai Long replied: “If you want to leave, there may be another step. ”

Invisibly remembers that there should be a very important link after the Eight Pin Xuan Holy Seizure.

“What's the next step? Isn't this the end of the day?” Song Shuhang frowned and thought… Sister White stripe said that he remembered implicitly and seemed to really have next steps.

It should be a very windy link.

“In my vague memory, the next step should be the harvest, not too dangerous.” Sister White Dragon scratched her chin - as long as she didn't die.

“So when's the next step coming?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Wait, don't worry.” Sister Bai Long replied.

Song Shuhang grinding his teeth: “I'm not in a hurry, it's just a little stinging. ”

Beneath this throne, inflict constant pain on him.

That's the price of ‘hanging'.

……

……

Wait a long time, is long.

When playing games or entertaining, an hour winks. But while waiting, one minute is as long as an hour.

Song Shuhang, sitting on the brutal throne of pain, endured waves and waves of pain.

The guy who invented this throne, absolutely distorted!

Sitting on the throne hanging your life, you have to suffer all the time. How many people can live with the pain of every hour of the day!

That's what I was thinking...

Song Shuhang suddenly found out that his flesh was adapting to this pain.

Accept pain, adapt to pain.

Then ignore the pain!

[Though I knew from the beginning that I was very patient with pain. But the ability to accept pain and adapt to it is exaggerated, isn't it?] Song Shuhang's inner heart has a feeling of uneasiness.

What was he like before he lost his memory?

Why is there such a powerful ability to adapt to pain?

This is no longer the ability of a mere 'defensive MT' monk to explain.

Even with the passage of time, Song Shuhang discovered something even scarier.

He… began to enjoy the pain.

The tingling sensation on the brutal throne gradually translated into a ‘massage’ of freshness.

His muscles began to emit signals to the brain, such as' Acid, Chicken Killer, Massage Technique Tier 1 Bar ’.

Cruel throne, like a massage chair.

[This is definitely not a normal ability!] Song Shuhang's heart is a little panicked.

This ability is likely to mislead him.

So never let a fairy and a long white scarf sister find out he's ‘enjoying the pain’ right now.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang breathed cold air from time to time, emitting a scream of ‘hiss ~ hiss ~'.

Every breath of cold air he poured out, screaming, and the empty heart of the fairy would cool down with it.

Fairy reached out and grabbed Song Shuhang's big hand.

“Hiss ~ ~” Song Shuhang smoked cold air in due course.

Behind him, the vocabulary of Godspeed Beauty was quietly updated.

……

……

Then, I don't know how long it's been.

Song Shuhang's consciousness got a little confused.

Massage chair works great 1st class.

Hold it down and you're sleepy.

After the troubles surged, he couldn't even make a 'hiss' sound.

His head leaned back against two sharp blade blades.

At this point, the effect of the quenching comes out.

Head iron.

The sharp black knife blade does not hurt Song Shuhang's scalp at all.

And so he went into his dreams.

Sister Bai Long: “…"

You sound like a hiss!

You keep hissing!

……

……

Dreams come alive, dreams come alive. How's it going? Like a dream dream.

Song Shuhang found himself in a giant swirl.

There is an upside down ladder in the vortex, as if it were a mirror world.

A familiar place.

After a little reflection, he leaped gently into the vortex.

After entering the vortex, the upside down staircase became a giant pyramid.

Song Shuhang went up the long ladder.

A wooden door appeared in front of him.

Very ordinary wooden doors with no decorations, not even any symbols or engravings.

Song Shuhang reached out and pushed the wooden door.

“Here you are.” Behind the door, there was a three-eyed teenager, smiling: “I've been waiting for you to come back. Come on, let's go to the long-running gambling show and bet everything! ”

A gamble?

Gambling is not a good thing.

“Excuse me, goodbye.” Song Shuhang hugged his fist, turned around and brought the wooden door.