Chapter 8 Teaching

He Xiaozhuo was still struggling to resist the heart-piercing torture of the worm. When the worm began to attack, a clear white qi in the Dantian immediately rose up, turned into an aura, and rushed up against the worm. But under the skin, he hit the area where the worm's abuse was immediately like hitting an iron wall, and then I can't reach in. He Xiaozhuo subconsciously urged this true spirit and tried his best to top the barrier, but the wall was extremely strong, wrapping He Xiaozhuo's whole body like an iron net. No matter how you hit it, it could not be broken. After 8 hours of imprisonment, Song Jun deliberately added a layer of magic spell to the spell in order to consciously punish He Xiaozhuo, which made the net that originally surrounded He Xiaozhuo have another layer of demons, just like a net woven from a cable, and inserted some retractable rubber bands in the middle of the rubber band. , is covered with dense thorns, so that when you hit it, it will stretch out flexibly. When you slow down, it will shrink in tightly and hold you tightly, making you unable to breathe or even suffocate. What's more terrible is that the dense thorns on it will come in again, which will make you extremely painful. The fool fainted every time the worm had an attack, which was the first time he could not resist the worm's impact. If he resisted it for a long time, his body would also be numb. The reason why He Xiaozhuo could still stand up was that his body was also a little numb after a while. However, the spell newly added by Song Jun is like knocking a prisoner and waking him up with cold water. When you are numb, the dense layer of small thorns immediately pierce in and pierce your heart, so that you can wake up immediately and experience this pain again. Therefore, although He Xiaozhuo tried her best to resist, she still couldn't break through the ban. Instead, she felt a lot of energy, and sweat quickly soaked through the back of her clothes. The reason why Song Jun did this is that he wanted to use such a means to destroy He Xiaozhuo's will.

"Reconcrehed the body and mind. Quiet." A voice came from the underworld.

He Xiaozhuo was stunned. His voice was real, clear and kind. He looked around, and people had fallen asleep. There was nothing but a dark night. Where does the sound come from?

"Reconcrehed the body and mind. Quiet." That voice came again.

"You are..." He Xiaozhuo subconsciously asked questions from his heart.

"Reconcrehed the body and mind. Quiet." The voice in the dark is unquestionable and solemn.

He Xiaozhuo sat down cross-legged, began to set his body and mind according to the instructions of the sound, and then calmed down...

"Relax. Relax. Don't resist." The voice in the dark still instructed He Xiaozhuo with an irresistible authority.

"Don't resist?" He Xiaozhuo couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Don't resist." The voice in the dark is calm and solemn.

I don't care. He Xiaozhuo was originally profound. He could feel that this voice was very familiar, kind and solemn. It's kind, so follow the instructions of the sound and give up the resistance to the insects. Immediately, the tide-like pressure came from the internal organs in all directions, and I was about to be flattened...

"Ah, ah..." He Xiaozhuo couldn't help moaning.

"Yes. Relax. Don't resist. Relax all and don't resist at all." The voice was still issuing instructions in an orderly manner, and He Xiaozhuo was already suffocated and speechless.

"Yes, relax. You are just an ordinary person. There is no power. Yes, that's right. Just go on like this."

Now, He Xiaozhuo can only follow the sound in the dark.

"That's right. Like a dead person, you don't feel anything. Your body is dissipating..."

He Xiaozhuo is now in a dark tunnel and can only hear the sound guiding in front.

"A white lotus flower, bright and flawless, bright, emitting white light, extremely bright. Yes, sit in, sit in..." The voice is still clearly guided in the dark.

He Xiaozhuo sat in the lotus flower.

"The aura of heaven and earth has been pouring towards you, slowly absorbing and bringing it in, pure and full, extremely clean..."

He Xiaozhuo can't remember when he received the work. He Xiaozhuo couldn't remember when the voice disappeared. I only remember that as soon as I finished my work, the door opened with a bang. Song Jun came in crookedly, and then walked into the upper room crookedly. It was very dark. He Xiaozhuo did not see Song Jun's chagrinful expression. He only felt that his whole body was extremely relaxed, refreshing and clear, and the torture of insects had disappeared.

It's time to go to bed. He Xiaozhuo heard the sound of Song Jun closing the door heavily. He glanced at the small pig shed. The horizontal beggar had already fallen asleep. Unconsciously, his eyes fell on the young man with twitching hands and feet in the corner. Looking at the cracked wound, an unspeakable pain couldn't help hitting his heart. .

As usual, Leng Qingfeng was still the strange teenager, pulling the flat car that resounded through the city and wrote a kind of pain on the streets of the city. The child is also like a mute. Every day, he pulls him to a place and is silent, or falls to the ground to sleep. His dull eyes remind him of him as a tool, a tool for pulling a cart. He won't know what happened yesterday, and I'm afraid he's not interested in knowing it. He seems to have already acquiesced to this way of life. And he can only let the child pull himself anywhere every day, and then put himself there like an exhibit, exhibiting his misfortune and pity, for the people to watch, and then wait for the kind-hearted person to give the coins of sympathy... He can only be silent. He has seen the monkey man, himself and that What's the difference between monkeys? It's not even as good as the monkey. Song Jun! Whenever Leng Qingfeng thinks of this name, his forehead will be hot. He is no longer used to gritting his teeth. Little boy, he has learned to bury his anger in a deeper heart, and his joy and anger are not colorful. This is the concept that his father has instilled him for a long time. At this moment, he has already refined it more sublimated, that is, joy and anger does not move his heart. Looking at his cracked hands and feet, Leng Qingfeng's eyes only flashed an imperceptible light, and then he was silent there like a sculpture.

A * silently floated in, which was a face value of 5 yuan *. Leng Qingfeng was indifferent. He has been sitting here for some time. Some money has been accumulated in the lunch box. According to this situation, today's task is likely to be completed ahead of schedule. But Leng Qingfeng had no expression, as if these had nothing to do with him. He sat there silently. He was waiting. He was the only one waiting, waiting for yesterday's voice. He believes that he will come again, for sure.

A coin was accurately thrown down, spinning in the center of the box...

He knew that he was coming.

"Kid, what are you thinking about?" That sound appeared.

"I miss you." No need to look up, no need to look for it. He knew that he didn't want to show up, and it was useless to look for it. Therefore, Leng Qingfeng just jumped out of the two words coldly from between his teeth.

"Do you miss me? Why?"

"Why are you here?"

"I want to come."

"Do you want to make fun of me?"

Silent. The voice did not expect that every word of a little teenager was so cold, neither fear nor the humane of mother-in-law in the world. This is colder than I expected. Yes, isn't this the person you are looking for?

"Let me show you the way out."

"Alle."

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"I'm dead now."

"Hahaha." The man finally laughed, but the laughter was still as hard as a rock impact.

Four cold lights and lightning flashed through. Before Leng Qingfeng could react, his wrists and ankles twitched fiercely as if they were suddenly set on fire. At that moment, Leng Qingfeng saw his hooked fingers suddenly move. Move again, yo, my hands and feet, which have been disabled for a long time, suddenly move. Strangely, he tried to follow the light path of the moment just now to find the source of the light, but he saw nothing but the empty sky. Lowering his head, his hands and feet are still the same as the hands and feet just now, no different from yesterday. The cracked wound is still like death with horrible eyes. Moved again, the hands and feet were already moving as usual.

"On the way to your meal, there will be a pure black wolf dog, which will be caught and skinned alive. Then drink the dog's blood, nail the dog's skin, and punch it 100 times every day for 7 days in a row. Until the dog bark talks and asks you why you hit it, you just say, 'I want to learn kung fu from you'. When doing these things, you can't be seen by anyone," the voice said coldly.

"Yes."

Leng Qingfeng did not ask why, and there was no need to ask why. He was already a disabled person, but now he has suddenly recovered as before. Naturally, there is no doubt about the strong strength hidden by this voice. What's more, there is no big death. He is a person who is worse than death, so what is there to be afraid of?

The sound disappeared, coming silently and going silently.

He did not move, and still sat there as usual, showing his pitiful look. That voice comes and goes, so he doesn't have to think about it anymore. At this moment, my hands and feet can move, and it can be said that they have returned to normal. He really wants to get out of the car and stretch his hands and feet. It will be very comfortable. After all, he has been sitting like a vegetable for a long time. The impulse to be free is his greedy thoughts all the time, but he has not moved. Since he was beaten like this by Song Jun, he has never wanted to forget his revenge. The days when he once gritted his teeth, every The name of Song Jun is broken. But it was in this misfortune that he learned to be silent and perseverance. After hating, he thought about how to revenge. Now, a glimmer of dawn has finally come out, so let yourself carefully refine this revenge plan. Death is no longer the purpose. Life is better than death. Song Jun, the young master is better. Okay, I'll count you.

Leng Qingfeng raised his head arrogantly, and the cold light in his eyes slowly stabbed into the distance.