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Chapter 25 Indulging in sex and tuberculosis, Sikong

The next day.

The sky is twilight, the breeze is blowing, and the birds are singing.

Bursts of dull fists and kicks from martial arts training came from the courtyard, like thunder and tigers bursting, one after another, shaking away the tranquility of last night.

On the sycamore tree, the nestlings stretched out their furry necks curiously, looking at the 'monsters' in the yard under the tree.

Then, the sycamore tree seemed to be hit by a heavy object and shook violently. The nestlings were terrified and shrank in their nests, not daring to move.

A few sycamore leaves stained with the corrosive saliva of the 'Twilight Bird' fell on Shutou's bare shoulders, but he was unharmed.

Shuotou was sweating profusely at this moment, his complexion was like boiled shrimp, red and hot.

Leaning against the back again and again, hitting the sycamore tree.

Iron Mountain!
Hua Tong, Yin San, and Mu Xin are also in the courtyard, either jumping, or getting familiar with the dexterity of their fingers, practicing slowly.

But Scar hadn't healed from his injury, so he could only hold a stool and sit in front of the threshold, like a gatekeeper, squinting his eyes, but his mind was caught in the superstring furnace in his body.

"It's such a big day, Sikong won't get up yet?"

Talking tuberculosis broke the silence of martial arts training, and looked up to Sikong's room on the third floor.

"Maybe it's been too long since I haven't relaxed, so it's good to take a break."

Yinsan was like a flying bird, originally standing on the wall of the courtyard, but at this moment he seldom opened his mouth and explained to Sikong.

Shuotou let out a muffled grunt, put his hands on his chest, and got up in a half-squat, leaning hard against the plane tree like a cannonball.

Then the thick trunk of the sycamore tree swayed, and the leaves fell all over the ground, which made the courtyard a bit more autumnal.

"Relax? Practice is like sailing against the current, how can you relax! Practice day and night and dare not forget!"

The shuttle wiped the sweat off his face, scooped up the clear water in the tank, and drank it.

Scar squinted his eyes, looked at the shuttle, smacked his lips and asked, "How is it? Did you buy the fire?"

Hearing this, Shuotou smiled shyly, touched his head and said, "I bought it, the three-precision A product, I have a hunch that it will break through in the near future... Thank you Brother Dao for the 5 yuan!"

"fine."

Scar was leaning against the wall, looking into the distance, his eyes were a little misty: "When we all reach the second dimension, let's go to that place..."

When everyone heard the words, they all lost their minds and subconsciously stopped practicing.

'Boom boom boom...'

Suddenly, there was a sound of descending downstairs, which was sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, breaking everyone's reverie.

"Hey, finally woke up..."

Hua Tuo bared his teeth and smiled, and when he looked back, his eyes almost popped out.

The voice of chatterbox is top-notch: "I say brother! You don't have any restraint! The body is the capital of the revolution!"

Dao Scar and the others turned their heads in doubt, their suspicious eyes were still in their eyes, and they all froze for a moment.

I saw that Sikong was hunched over, his clothes were disheveled, his cuffs were tied at a slant, and the trousers were one high and one short, and they were gathered up on his shoes.

And Sikong's face was even more sallow, with two fist-sized dark circles under his eyes, the fundus of his eyes was bloodshot, lifeless and dull, and the corners of his eyes were filled with gum.

Even the petals of the blood plum had withered away, making it blurry.

Sikong is wretched and decadent, just like a sexual indulgence!
The corner of Sikong's mouth twitched, he forced a smile, walked to the water tank with difficulty, held the water ladle with both hands, and tremblingly picked up a ladle of water.

'thump! '

Sikong's hand wobbled, and the ladle full of water fell to the ground like beads falling on a jade plate, and the clear water spilled all over the floor.

"Then, what, help me get a basin of water and wash my face plug?"

…………

Looking under the dining table, there were fragments of spoons all over the place.

And Sikong's right hand seemed to be shaking chicken feet like crazy, the spoon that was still holding well "swished" and flew out of his hand, Scar shook his head and sighed.

Talking about picking up a spoon with pity, as if caring for mentally handicapped children, picked up Sikong's porridge bowl, and blew on the boiling hot porridge: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle feeds you..."

A farce-like breakfast was over, and Sikong's legs were stiff, rattling like a pendulum in disrepair.

Caressing the railing of the stairs, Sikong struggled to climb up, as if the sound of pulling a windmill came out of his mouth, he was panting loudly.

"Oh, yes, by the way, someone will deliver the express later, two or twenty pounds of porcupine meat."

An ordinary exhortation fell into Sikong's mouth, like a dumb man learning to speak, he almost swallowed it several times, choking him so much that he rolled his eyes.

Watching Sikong walk up the stairs slowly, Shuotou looked at Dao Scar with a blank expression on his face: "Brother Dao, who is he?"

Scar shook his head and said nothing, his eyes stayed on the corner of the stairs, thoughtful.

'thump! '

Back in the room, Sikong immediately slumped on the bed, his eyes were empty, staring straight at the ceiling.

With some obscure and dazed mind, he recalled the thrilling experience in the one-dimensional cone world last night.

Although at the last moment, he forcibly tore open a crack back to the green microstring, and captured the extraordinarily large and bright spiritual body.

Even if that green microstring is his home field, that group of spiritual body is more strongly rejected by the dimension.

But, after all, the spirit domain of that group of spirit bodies is at least three times that of his.

Therefore, under the backlash of that group of spiritual bodies, Sikong was almost blown away!

Moreover, he swallowed all the Twelve Pearls, and his mind was in a state of no thoughts, no thoughts, and absolute rationality!
It wasn't until the end that Sikong Warrior cut his wrists and gave up most of his spiritual fragments to save his spiritual core. Only then was he able to escape from the one-dimensional cone world in a timely manner!

Recalling what happened last night, Sikong Yu couldn't understand why he met other cultivators.

After all, there are as many microstrings as there are stars, and the number even exceeds the counting range of mathematics, which is greater than infinity.

Cultivators are distributed on these microstrings, and the chances of encountering each other are extremely small.

But even if they are on the same microchord line, the cone line extends back and forth, and the distance is also greater than infinity, how do others know that there are other people on this microchord line!
And looking at those two groups of spirit bodies, it seems that they know their own dimensional coordinates and their own existence!
Weird, very weird.

Sikong intuited that there was a secret in it that he didn't know, like a sharp sword hanging above his head, which made him feel like a stick in his throat, unable to swallow it, but he was worried!
Bursts of tingling pain came from his head, and his spirit fell into a trance. Sikong interrupted his intense thinking in time.

After all, his spirit has been severely injured, and it is not appropriate to increase the burden on his brain.

At this time, at many joints, even though he seemed to be grabbing some kind of tail, he didn't dare to think deeply.

Turn on the body scanner, and after dictating the type of scan, a piece of data appears——

Mental domain value: 2
Disorder Level: 1%
Sikong was filled with joy and anger. Although he had already guessed that his mental state was very bad, he didn't expect that his mental domain value was only 2 points, which was worse than ordinary people!
Fortunately, the Twelve Pearls are worthy of its price, almost expelling the demons, just need to wait for time to wash, and the remaining 1% may also disappear.

Sikong smiled bitterly, put on the pupil membranes of the second world, closed his eyes, and fell into a state of sleep.

Today, he still has a practice class.

　Ask to push
　　
　
(End of this chapter)