Weird fairy

Chapter 712 Believers
Li Huowang, who was naked from the upper body, panted heavily with an extremely painful expression.

He watched helplessly as his body split and closed uncontrollably, but there was nothing he could do.

The sweat that flowed out from the pain slid down into the fissures of flesh and blood, making Li Huowang's body twitch with pain.

He had endured more severe pain than this in the past, but that feeling was only a momentary thing, but this feeling has always existed, and it will intensify.

Bai Lingmiao on the side tried to help, but no matter whether it was Qiqi or dancing, no matter what he invited, it had no effect on Li Huowang.

Li Huowang knew it was useless, just because this kind of torture came from Siming Bazhen, these cats and dogs couldn't stand anything in his eyes.

With the continuous increase of steps, at the beginning, the body's sensitivity increased and the healing ability improved.

But it was obvious that Ba Hui was no longer just waiting for himself to injure himself, he wanted to torture himself himself.

It is rumored that after reaching a certain level, he will become the heart of Ba Jin, and he seems to be getting there soon.

Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid that when he really becomes Ba Jin's heart, the pain all over his body will not stop for a moment, and his whole body will be wrapped in pain.

"What? You want to compete with Ji Ji? You still don't give up?" Li Huowang asked about the severe pain in his body at the moment.

Pain as a feeling naturally has no response, Li Huowang sat there talking to himself, his consciousness was a little confused by the continuous severe pain.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long. After two sticks of incense, the open wound on Li Huowang's body quickly closed.

"I'll rest for a while." Li Huowang, who was exhausted by the severe pain, lay back and fell asleep immediately. He was so tired.

Bai Lingmiao leaned over, looked at Li Huowang at this moment, and felt distressed in her heart. She brought a basin of warm water, put the towel in and took it out, wringed it dry, and began to wipe Li Huowang's body.

In just a short while, the wound on Li Huowang's body had scabbed over, and as Bai Lingmiao wiped it, it fell down with a splash.

Li Sui's tentacles stretched out from behind, sucked up all the scabs with a suction cup and slowly pulled them back. After a while, Bai Lingmiao heard a clicking sound behind him.

After washing Li Huowang's feet, Bai Lingmiao covered Li Huowang with the quilt, turned around and was ready to go out.

"Sui Sui, your father is very tired today, you sleep with your father, take good care of him, don't let other people disturb him."

"Okay." The slim Li Sui walked to the bedside and opened his small cherry mouth, wriggling tentacles came out of it, and quickly burrowed into Li Huowang's quilt.

Seeing Li Sui folded his body on the bedside like folding clothes, Bai Lingmiao turned and walked out of the room.

"Li Huowang can bear it now. If this kind of trouble is not eliminated, I am afraid that this severe pain will follow him for the rest of his life."

Hearing the words of the two gods in his mind, Bai Lingmiao continued walking in silence.

Soon she walked into a somewhat crowded alley. Lotus flowers were hung or painted on the wooden doors of this alley, and many banners were hung under the eaves. This is the place of the White Lotus Sect.

All living beings are equal under the white lotus, and there are no poor and blessed people who can stay here, only devout believers of the white lotus.

Through some open doors, one could even see a group of people kneeling silently on the ground.

All the people who came across from Bai Lingmiao bowed their heads respectfully and stood beside them.

Soon she came to a hall full of candles. In the center of the hall, there was a white-glowing Bingdilian, illuminating the whole room like daytime.

Bai Lingmiao came to the futon, knelt down on her knees, folded her hands and prayed silently to the white lotus. "Greatly merciful and merciful old mother, I pray that you can let senior brother Li get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

Bailian's light began to change slightly, as if something happened but nothing changed.

After praying silently for a long time, Bai Lingmiao watched Bai Lian open her eyes, "I voluntarily abandon everything to serve and enshrine you for the rest of my life. I hope my old mother will take care of us."

"Disciple is willing to recite sutras for you thousands of times, sincerely and respectfully, worship and recite."

"However, you once promised disciple that if you plot against disciple in this matter, then I will make you regret it."

After saying this softly, Bai Lingmiao bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the Bingdilian again.

Bai Lian's light suddenly rose, and a beam of light shot into the center of Bai Lingmiao's eyebrows. Soon she felt some kind of compassionate emotion, and there was no other emotion in her heart.

In the whiteness, Bai Lingmiao seemed to see something, it was Li Huowang, a very abstract and distorted Li Huowang.

Soon a mass of blood rushed to his left side, and on his right side was another Li Huowang drilled out of his palm. This Li Huowang was very weird. He didn't have a back, and the front and back were both fronts.

The two-faced Li Huowang and Bloody pulled Li Huowang in the middle and began to exert force. As the pull became stronger, Li Huowang was finally pulled into two sides by both sides.

As Bai Lingmiao woke up like a dream, she immediately understood what Wu Sheng's mother had expressed to herself.

This seems to be a prophecy or some kind of revelation. Li Huowang can no longer use the Nestorian spells, especially he can no longer ascend the steps. If he continues, he may really be cut into two halves!

"Thank you for your kind and compassionate old mother, my disciple, thank you." Bai Lingmiao knelt down reverently and then stood up and walked towards Li Huowang's bedroom.

But just as she walked out of the alley, she saw Lu Xiucai walking towards her with a haggard face.

"Master." He lowered his head towards Bai Lingmiao.

Seeing his left hand with two broken fingers, Bai Lingmiao asked Daqianlu not to use it anymore, and left in a hurry.

After watching Bai Lingmiao leave, Lu Xiucai walked into a bungalow in the alley, respectfully picked up three sticks of incense, bowed to the white lotus on the wall, inserted it into the incense burner, and then crawled motionless in front of the painting.

"Disciple Lu Xiucai has made up his mind. He will never marry or have children for the rest of his life. He will never touch any meat or touch gold or silver. He is willing to suffer three disasters and three calamities for his lifeless mother with his own body."

After he finished speaking, a middle-aged aunt came out from the corner. She was Lian Zhibei who had found Bai Lingmiao.

She stripped off Lu Xiucai's clothes, revealing his scarred back.

Just in front of the lotus portrait, he took out a tattoo needle and started tattooing on his back.

Feeling that the color was a bit faded, Lian Zhibei rubbed a tattoo needle into the white lotus in the mural, and then tattooed Lu Xiucai.

A needle was stuck in his back, and Lu Xiucai's face turned pale from the pain, but he didn't dare to move an inch, and clenched his mouth tightly.

(End of this chapter)