Fist of Imagination

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

Being slapped in the face, Du Gongtai on the altar didn't take it seriously. His hypocritical smile remained unchanged. On the contrary, Mu Yigui's movements of slapping the evil god became slower and slower. After slapping four or five times, his hand stopped in mid-air.

It wasn't that the evil head in front of him used some magical power that made him have to stop. The reason why Mu Yigui stopped was because he couldn't get any feedback from this action. Without feedback, he simply didn't know what he was doing.

He put life and death aside because he wanted to gratify and vent out the resentment and resentment he had accumulated for more than twenty years, even if he was shattered to pieces.

From the moment he asked Du Gongtai the question, he had no intention of surviving.

If you can't get rid of this bad breath, what's the point of watching it forever?

But he couldn't get any feedback from Du Gongtai. Every time he was slapped, the emptiness became deeper, and the helplessness like kidney deficiency struck his soul again.

He didn't expect it to be like this.

If Du Gongtai had suppressed him backhand, insulted him with the most vicious words, ridiculed him for his overestimation, tortured him, or turned him into ashes with a look, he would not be so empty.

But Du Gongtai's cloudy eyes were calm. He still couldn't see any changes, and he still couldn't see himself in those eyes.

The great Qing Jie who was slapped and insulted by him on the altar was indifferent. He was not pretending to be indifferent... but...

Mu Yigui stopped, and the wild and unruly smile on his face turned dim and gray.

What am I doing? Am I performing a one-man show that inspires me?

What's the point? What's the point of this!

"What's wrong, you're stopping now? Hey, some people used to slap me for days and nights before they stopped. You are more advanced than them, so I thought you could last longer."

Du Gongtai turned his head and rubbed his face against Mu Yigui's palm. His red cheeks were shiny. He looked like a respectable elder with a high level of self-cultivation. He said to Mu Yigui pleasantly:

"Are you a little nervous when you fight Qingjie Evil God for the first time? Didn't you show your best? Didn't you say what you should say? Don't worry, you can slowly brew and prepare slowly. Whatever you want, I will do it. You can accompany me.

"Mu Yigui, you are Ade's classmate, and I watched you grow up, so I will call you Xiaomu."

"Xiaomu, it's okay, put down your mental burden, I won't do anything to you.

"You don't need to tighten your body and spirit, and let the warrior's spiritual sense keep flashing. The evil god does not have to be ferocious, evil or emotional. Those are just the wishful thinking of the citizens of Shengdou.

"I've always been open-minded and approachable, so it doesn't matter if you hit me a few more times.

"Well, since you are a newbie, I will teach you a trick.

"Do you know why those with lower xinxing cultivation than you can persist longer?

"Because they hated me so much that they kicked me in the face, spit on me, and slapped me in the face just to vent their anger. After venting their anger, it was as if their backbone had been taken away from them, their energy was exhausted, and they died in depression.

“You are different from them, you are sober and you have ambition.

"You want to express an attitude in front of me, let me, let the world on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see the backbone of people like you.

"You want to tell me, this arrogant evil god who despises all living beings, that there are things in this world that I don't understand, and there are hearts in this world that I cannot conquer.

"Xiaomu, am I right?"

Without waiting for Mu Yigui to answer, Du Gongtai nodded on his behalf.

"Of course you think it's right, Xiaomu, I watched you grow up, and I watched your ancestors grow up for generations. I know what you are thinking without even looking.

"Actually, why bother with this? You've decided to commit suicide. Why don't you just give up your sobriety and vent your anger once? Once is not enough, you can do it a few more times.

"Don't be too smart. The smarter you are, the easier it is to find yourself ridiculous. It's hard to have both happiness and intelligence.

"I'll ask Ade to make a thunder altar for you later. Just call me when you want to insult me. I won't accept your sacrifice and will be here whenever you call.

"Whenever you decide to die, I won't stop you.

"After your death, I will posthumously make you a virtuous Brahmin, personally issue a document to vindicate you, and publicize your righteous deeds in all the worlds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. I will help you to everyone who is related to you in the world No. 1266 on the other side. Take good care of them and let them enjoy the treatment of pious blood, and you can rest assured."

As he spoke, Du Gongtai turned his head upside down and placed the right side of his face in Mu Yigui's hands.

"By the way, it's a bit monotonous to only hit the right cheek. You can hit my left cheek again. In fact, my left cheek and right cheek feel slightly different. Hitting the left cheek has a different taste. I can also cooperate with you to make various sounds. The screams, how about it, it’s very relaxing.

"Xiaomu, why didn't you say a word? Come on, keep going. How do you know if you like it or not if you don't try it a few more times? Just try it again."

Du Gongtai gently touched Mu Yigui's palm with the right side of his face several times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he jumped and put his whole head in front of Mu Yigui's eyes.

"Don't you want to fight? Xiaomu, you are suddenly so desperate. Do you want to die now?

"You have already committed suicide once in the other world No. 1266. It would be a bit cliche to commit suicide again. As long as you ask, I can help you and let you die a worthy death.

"It should be meaningful for you to die in my hands. What do you think? Do you want to die heroically today or postpone it to the next working day?"

Mu Yigui's face was ashen, and he was frozen in place and couldn't say a word. Countless red sandalwood fragments of his true nature fell from his soul, like a dark rain.

Liang De stood up and stepped forward to support Mu Yigui's shoulders, blocking him behind him.

"Teacher Du..."

"Ade, what's wrong, do you want to fight too?" Du Gongtai asked with interest.

"No, no, no, Teacher Du, I just think this opportunity is rare, and I want to ask you for some life experience."

Liang De's mind turned quickly and he found an excuse. Just now, before he had the idea of ​​helping Mu Yigui, his body had already taken action.

This unreasonable phenomenon may be one of the disadvantages of practicing the ancient boxing of the East Country... But I like it.

"Oh, then you might as well ask."

Liang De touched the back of his head and squeezed out a question.

"Although the evil god is very fierce, evil and emotional is what we ordinary citizens imagine, but... wouldn't you feel angry when someone slaps you in the face?"

"Hahahaha, being slapped in the face is an insult, being insulted makes you angry, and when you are angry, you have to fight. Who made this rule? Anyway, it's not my rule.

"I am the one who is in charge, why should I follow the rules made by others, who are they?"

Du Gongtai smiled and took out an object that looked like a power switch from under the Sony Ericsson radar, and said:

"Ade, I think Xiaomu can't change his mind for a while, and it will take a day or two for his true sexual turmoil to calm down. When he wakes up, you give him this male morality switch and let him think about it carefully. ”

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