Chapter 1810: Killing a thousand, self-damage 999

Chapter 1810: Killing a thousand, self-damage 999

"Who gambles first to cry out? Real crying, not fake crying?" Song Shuhang confirmed.

The teenager smiled slightly: "Yes."

"I agree, then, the game begins!" Song Shudao.

juvenile:"???"

"I bet I will cry out first." Song Shuhang flew quickly: "Hey "

In the next moment, Song Shuhang burst into tears, and the tears of the beans rushed out, but they could not stop.

This is a practice that exists in his memory. I remember that the green lady is also practicing... The name should be "The Heavenly Cry Book." He learned an opening and learned a little fur.

This method of practice can poke the inner tears of the monks, the more you cried, the stronger the effect of the exercises. Even when practicing to a deeper level, the exercises can affect the mood of the enemy. This is a terrible exercise that is said to make the practitioners and enemies unable to extricate themselves while crying.

Song Shuhang ran a little bit of this practice, and he recalled his tragic experience of the past few months - I am constantly dying and suffering.

To be honest, if Song Shuai is strong and has changed his personal experience in the past six months, he may have collapsed in pain and constant death. Even now, Song Shuhang’s mind will have 88,888 voices echoing every night, which is to identify the secret law.

For a while, he has been suffering from the mental sting caused by excessive mental strength + 88888 voices in the ear, such as flies all day chanting + identification of the pain of the secret feedback + constant pressure to die.

"Tian Chou Bao Dian" is like a key to open the tears of the soul. Under Song Shuhang's own operation, it can avoid the firm heart of Song Shuhang and arouse his sorrow.

Pear with tears, tears under the rain, tears in full bloom...

This is not a fake cry, but a cry from the bottom of my heart.

Opposite, the teenager looked at him with a look.

"I won." Song Shuhang wiped his tears and calmed. Although precious tears flowed out, it is worthwhile to win the game.

juvenile:"……"

He looked at Song Shuhang with a pitiful look.

MDZZ

Believe it or not, I punch you?

"Predecessors, do you want to go back?" Song Shuhang stared at the boy.

The teenager sighed softly: "I didn't even say the rules of the gambling. I haven't even started the gambling ceremony. Are you crying?"

The unfolding gambling ceremony is a very important part of the bet on both sides.

Through this gambling ritual, he can extract the conceptual things like 'cooking heart'.

Otherwise, it doesn't make any sense.

"Listen, we have to gamble who will cry first, whoever loses. Who can persist until the end, who is the winner. Otherwise, who will cry? I can cry out in a minute before you. And it's still the kind of tears. I can also show you the model, I can cry it," added the teenager.

"..." Song Shuhang was very distrustful and asked: "Predecessors, you are sure not to see me crying very fast, so I changed the rules temporarily?"

The teenager’s mouth is full of smiles: “Do you think I am the kind of person?”

After thinking about it, Song Shuhang shook his head gently.

Seeing that the other party is the identity of a big predecessor, this trust can still be found.

"So, get ready to start the game." The boy slowly said.

"Wait, seniors." Song Shuhang reached out and stopped the road.

Who will cry first and who will lose... What is good to gamble? You can crush me with one hand, and it will be fine if I cry directly to me, and I still bet a gray ash?

Song Shuhang firmly opposed this plan.

“What's the problem?” the boy asked.

"You can't use violence, you can't use any means of attack. Otherwise there is no need for the gambling to maintain." Song Shudao.

"Don't worry, my gambling is about stimulation and heartbeat. In order to maximize the stimulus, my principle is only two words per gambling - absolutely fair." The boy is gentle.

Song Shuhang could not wait to remind: "This is four words."

The teenager waved his hand: "There are only two words in ancient languages, and the translation into Chinese characters that you can understand becomes four words."

Song Shuhang: "..."

You are deceiving my ancient language failing!

"From beginning to end and you introduce the rules of our gambling game." The teenager reached out and shot, and the three conventions consisting of ancient runes popped up.

"First, absolute fairness. After entering the gambling game, all the data of my strength, physical fitness, mental strength and so on will be adjusted to an equal state."

"Second, we will suffer the same damage, spell effects, and visual effects. Every time you apply to me, it will also work on you at the same time. On the contrary, it is also true. We are not the same as strength. Who let the other party cry first."

"Thirdly, all the additional effects such as the light of merit, the incarnation of the body, etc., cannot be brought into the gambling. Otherwise, you will be able to incite me halfway regardless of the means."

"How, now that you have a bottom in your heart?"

Song Shuhang held his chin: "I always feel that there are a lot of holes that can be drilled."

"Yes, there is a loophole to drill. If you can find a loophole, just use it. This is my concession to you, this is my confidence." The teenager smiled.

Song Shuhang nodded - he probably knows why this predecessor would lose ten bets? His three rules are all limiting himself to death.

In recent years, why the population of some countries in the world is decreasing. In fact, a large part of the reason is because people like to stimulate and play the heartbeat.

"So, do you agree with the above three rules?"

"That is, compared to the two of us who can bear more, who's heart is harder!" Song Shuhang smiled slightly: "I have no problem."

Endurance is his talent for triumph, and this is his only ability to confidently compare with the mysterious predecessor.

"Then, the gambling begins." The teenager gently clap his hands.

Song Shuhang and him were wrapped up in a layer of golden runes, and the two seemed to enter a closed small box.

At the same time, several figures from Song Shuhang were separated by runes.

Lily mother, meritorious snake beauty, creation fairy, black skin feather soft son...

The gambling officially began.

"If there is any means to display it." The young man stood opposite Song Shuhang and calmed down.

"Whatever means?" asked Song Shuhang.

"Yes." The teenager narrowed his eyes.

Song Shuhang did not hesitate to illuminate the 'eye of the Confucian saints' to the teenager is a ray of light.

The realm of the juvenile was suppressed to the same as his, six realm.

In this case, eat me a strong identification!

The teenager did not evade and let the pregnancy stare at himself.

His abdomen began to swell, and after ten seconds it swelled to the size of October, and the pain of childbirth continued to surge.

In the same way, Song Shuhang’s own stomach is also rapidly expanding, rising to the height of pregnancy in October, and the pain of childbirth is coming.

Killing a thousand, self-damage 999.

Gongde snake beauty: "Come, hurt each other"

Make a fairy: "Come, get pregnant together"

Black skin Yukozi thought about it, and the words were finished by the two fairy predecessors. She had nothing to say.

The teenager lost his hands behind his eyes and squinted, still smiling. Pregnancy or childbirth, this pain seems to be nothing to him.

Song Shuhang also remained calm. He has been pregnant for more than once. He can produce in one birth, two times, and three times. He also has no fear of ‘pregnancy gaze.’

"This is your means? A little bit interesting." The boy calmly said.

Song Shuhang: "But it still can't make the seniors move half a point. Sure enough... blinking is a monster."

"Sorry, my eyes don't grow on my knees." The boy replied.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"The next turn is me. Of course, we are not a turn-based system. What means do you have to do it only?" The boy said, and reached out and circled his hands gently: "Let the other party cry, the torture on the flesh is The lowest level of practice. The painful cry, no technology, and the most strenuous. In fact, the best way to let the other party cry is a mental attack."

After the boy said it, he reached out to Song Shuhang: "Great sorrow."

A strange spell falls on Song Shuhang, and it also acts on the teenager himself.

"This spell can forcibly add sorrow to the monk, let the monk's heart fall into despair, cry out. How long can you persist in this spell?" After that, he reminded: "Because this spell was created by me." The reason, I am very resistant to it. So, this is actually the 'unfair' in the 'fair rules'."

[Isn't that almost the same as ‘天哭宝典’? 】 Song Shuhang in the heart of the dark road.

He is generally resistant to this spell.

In case the tears in his heart are poked, he loses.

In this case, what means is used madly, and it is not a turn-based system.

Song Shuhang reached out and stroked a ‘space bracelet’, and a drop of transparent tears was taken out. He enters the Spirit into the gem and activates it directly.

Then, there was an endless sorrow and a sigh of relief. This is the only grief and cry of Song Wood's life. It is the painful emotion that broke out when he learned that the Bishui Pavilion was destroyed.

[Leave my sorrow to you, hope you like it - By: Song Wei. 】

The effect of the gemstone is on Song Shuhang and the juvenile.

However, it is not enough.

The teenager was calm and calm, and even the smile on his face was not reduced.

Song Shuhang went a few steps forward and came to the boy.

"Do you want to choose a violent melee?" asked the boy.

Song Shuhang shook his head, and the right hand's 'Anti-Whale Warrior Gloves' partially retracted, revealing the fingertips.

His fingers pressed on the boy's body and the smoke mode was turned on in an instant.

‘Identification of the secret law, maximum power’.

Come, let me taste the limits of pain.

As long as you don't die, you will die in death.

Who is the first to cry who is the grandson.

The identification of the secret law fell on the juvenile, and the body of the smoke exploded.

The price to be paid far exceeds the imagination of Song Shuhang.

The body of the smoke almost exploded into pieces.

Synchronized is the pain of madness, directly to the soul.