Chapter 184: White horse green shirt
There are yellow sand everywhere, no weeds, no death.
Song Shuhang smiled, he never learned how to survive in the desert. Moreover, his current cultivation is still not a secluded valley.
Is it true that his life is finally to be finished - on July 3, 2019, Song Shuhang crossed.
Then, pawn?
"I don't want to die like this, can't give up... I was sent to this desert when I opened the door. If the whites and the peas are at home, what should be wrong?" Song Shuhang Hey the temple, calm analysis.
If you are aware of the abnormality of the seven predecessors of the white predecessors, should you be able to save yourself?
Now, what I have to do is to hold on. If possible, it is best to leave this desert. At least... you have to find the source of water first.
Put away the phone, Song Shuhang try to walk in this desert in a straight line.
There is a bare piece of this desert, not even a single identifier. In addition, there is no sun, moon and star positioning in the sky. Even if Song Shuhang has an eye-opening eye, it is difficult to keep a straight line. He can only do his best.
Speaking of this, there are many surprises in this desert. There is no sun in the sky, but the desert is still bright and hot. Ghosts know where these light and heat are coming from? Is this world not obeying the law of conservation of energy?
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Go and go, it has been going for about ten minutes.
What Song Shuhang can see is still a piece of yellow sand, no plants, no animals, nothing but yellow sand, a dead silence.
This pale and monotonous world has been a long time and is prone to nerve breakdown.
"Even if only flies are good." Song Shuhang sighed. Even if there is only a fly at this time, he will not dislike the other party's screaming annoying.
Just as he sighed, he suddenly heard a pleasant bell in the distance.
Looking up, I saw that in the distance to the desert, one person was slowly approaching himself.
It was a young man who was holding a white horse. He was about fifteen or six years old. His lips were red and white, and his skin was like a stone. He was a handsome boy.
Finally met the living! Song Shuhang sighed in his heart.
At this time, the young man in the green shirt also saw Song Shuhang, and he suddenly shouted cheerfully: "Little white, Xiaobai! Finally found you."
Song Shuhang wonders: Is this ‘Little White’ in this young Lang’s mouth?
Do I not only cross this time, but also the soul to wear? Didn't even bring your own body?
its not right! I even have my mobile phone around! Moreover, the clothes on the body, the newly opened heart, the eyes, and the ghosts that have shrunk into the heart can prove that this is their own body, not the soul crossing!
"Xiaobai, where did you go now, I thought you were going to get lost." The young man in the green shirt came to Song Shuhang, grinning and shining.
"Hello brother, how do you admit the wrong person?" Song Shuhang saw the other person dressed as an ancient man, and then he gave him a fist and asked.
However, the young boy is very strange. He didn't seem to hear Song Shuhang's words. He first went to the side of the horse and then headed for the song book channel: "Little white, are we practicing punches?"
Song Shuhang frowned: "Little brother, who are you? And... you must admit the wrong person, I am not the white in your mouth."
However, the young man in the green shirt smiled lightly and his body shape moved like a tiger to Song Shuhang.
In the vagueness, Song Shuhang even saw that there was a fierce shadow of a tiger in the back of the green shirt. Hu Xiaoshan Lin, a palm shot to his head. This is really being photographed by him. Maybe you want to blossom your head?
"Wipe, can't you chat happily?!" Song Shuhang reached into his claws and buckled to the wrist of the young boy - the basic boxing method, hehe! At the same time, this claw implies a change, and the claw can be turned into a palm knife at any time, such as a knife and axe to kill the enemy.
"Hey." The young man in the green shirt smiled and seemed to see the changes in Song Shuhang’s boxing. He suddenly changed his way on the way, turning his hand to the point and pointing out.
He pointed this way, just in the flaws of Song Shuhang's fist, so that Song Shuhang was extremely uncomfortable, and he forced him to change.
Song Shuhang's claws are straight punches: basic boxing!
The fists are like heavy artillery, straight and straight, do not speak skills to force people.
"Hey!" The young man in the green shirt continued to smile, his fingers turned, and the lightning bolt was on the wrist of Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang only felt that the right fist was a numb, and the powerful blow was easily cracked. He rubbed his wrist and quickly stepped back two steps.
The young man in the green shirt did not take the opportunity to attack, just looking at the book and quietly, laughing innocently: "Come again, Xiaobai!"
"Basic boxing method, hehe!" Song Shuhang decisively changed the strokes, fists like meteors, turned into fist storms, crazy to the young shirts. Can't take it, then win by quantity and speed!
However, the youth of the green shirt is like a willow in the wind.
Song Shuhang’s lightning-fast fists all passed away with him! Did not hurt him a point!
Is the fist too slow?
"Drink!" Song Shuhang detonated the power of qi and blood in his heart, and continued to display the 'basic boxing 叁'. Under the influence of the power of blood, the speed of the fist became faster and the lethality was greater, erupting like a machine gun.
The boy still smiled, and suddenly jumped up and quit, temporarily withdrawing from Song Shuhang’s fist attack range. Later, he pointed out again.
His gaze is like a sharp eagle eye. This finger passes through the fist of Song Shuhang's storm and is on the right shoulder of Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang’s shoulder was numb, and his fist lost power. The ‘base boxing 叁’ was broken.
By the power of this pointing, the young boy in the green shirt is in the air, the waist is twisted, and the whole person rotates with a whip leg and draws to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang was broken, the old power was exhausted, and the new force was not born. The sturdy squatting of this leg, kicked out and rolled over in the desert for a few laps before the impact was lifted.
The young man in the green shirt smiled and said: "Little white, come again!"
Is it a madman?
Song Shuhang was depressed... but he had to continue to shoot. He does not do it, it will come Pathetic teenager beat him! He did not lie in the arrogant preferences, not being detained, only resisting!
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Fifteen minutes later, Song Shuhang used the "King Kong Basic Boxing Method" from start to finish, but even the teenager's clothes were not touched.
After Song Shuhang used each boxing method, the young man in the green shirt finally pointed out. His fingers are just like the ‘single and nine swords.’ Every time he points out, he will open the flaws of the Song Book and Air Boxing method and break his boxing method.
For his blessing, Song Shuhang knew that he had made many mistakes in his boxing. When he applied again, these flaws were filled by himself.
Another fifteen minutes passed.
Another glimpse of the "King Kong Foundation Boxing" was completed, but like the last time, the same clothes were not seen in the shirt. At the same time, it was finally cracked by a finger. Song Shuhang already did not know how many times he was being hit, and there were many places where he was numb.
"Hey." The young man in the green shirt smiled, still saying: "Come on, Xiaobai!"
"Basic boxing, hey!" Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, and he found that when he was dealing with the "single-nine swords" of the young shirts, only the basic boxing method was the most effective.
The reason why I was still cracked by the Green Shirt Boy is because my speed is not fast enough, and there are not enough punches!
Whether it is a force to drop ten Hui, but not to break it, it is good to break through, as long as a force reaches the extreme, it will have a miraculous effect.
Song Shuhang simply no longer uses other boxing methods, and his madness and anger are violent, and he only uses the ‘basic boxing method to bury himself. It’s just doing it, you don’t want it.
After about half an hour...
Song Shuhang fluttered on the street, and could not rise again.
He was all pointed by the green shirt boy, like an electric shock, twitching from time to time.
"Hey, Xiaobai, I’m here today. I’ll come back to you tomorrow!” The young man in the green shirt smiled and turned over.
As the ringing of the horse rang, the youngster disappeared into the sight of Song Shuhang.
"Don't talk, you have to go, at least take me away!" Song Shuhang yelled at the back, but his numb body could not get up.
He can only lie on the ground and twitch. Then, watching the disappearance of the young boy in the green shirt disappeared without a trace.
What is this with?
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Song Shuhang was resting on the hot sand and sand for a long time. The red dot that was pointed out by the young man in the green shirt finally disappeared. He finally recovered his physical strength and stood up.
"Bastard." Song Shuhang secretly said, how can someone beat a meal, and then throw it in the desert?
Don't let me see you again, otherwise... otherwise... depends, even if I meet the young man, I can't beat him?
If he meets him again, he can’t help him.
叮叮当当～ A string of sweet horses ringing.
Song Shuhang looked up and saw a young man in a green shirt holding a white horse and approached Song Shuhang quickly.
It’s finally found in conscience, come back and look for yourself? Song Shuhang’s heart is dark.
"Xiaobai, where did you go now, I thought you were going to get lost." The young man in the green shirt ran to Song Shuhang cheerfully, grinning and shining.
Wait, this word seems familiar?
"We have just met each other!" Song Shuhang angered.
However, the young man who did not care about Song Shuhang’s roar. He first put the horse to the side, and then toward the Song Book Fairway: "Little White, are we practicing the knife?"
"Come back? I just finished the boxing with you, my body is falling apart! And, I have not learned the knife, how can I accompany you to practice the knife?" Song Shuhang said. Moreover, did you not say that you will come to me after one day? Why did you run again in a blink of an eye?
But the young boy in the green shirt did not hear Song Shuhang talking. He solved two long-handed knives from the horseback and threw one of them to Song Shuhang.
The knife is cold and the blade is bright. At first glance, it is a good knife that blows hair and breaks hair!
Song Shuhang snorted, since the other party does not listen to himself, why should I accompany you? He stepped back and the knife fell in front of him.
Song Shuhang held his hands in his arms and put on a gesture of 'not matching'!
A slap in the face does not ring, that is the truth.