"Master" rushed towards me again, looking as if I had broken his neck and tilted his head. I was originally planning to slap him again when he pounced on me, but maybe I would just break his head off. You can't still make trouble with me without your head, right?
But when "Master" was three or four meters away from me, and I was ready to fight, suddenly from "Master"'s mouth, he began to say in a very slow voice: "Shan'er...Shan'er... "This tone is exactly the same as when Master was about to expire, he called my name.
Although I know in my heart that all this is an illusion, under the intense grief, I can't distinguish between illusion and reality. After hearing this cry, my eyes were filled with tears again. The palm that had been prepared long ago could not be struck no matter what.
In the short distance of three or four meters, "Master" ran at a very slow speed, but with tears in my eyes, I was forced to recall everything that had happened since I became a master. There was a long blank period in the middle. It was the time when Master lost contact, and when we met again, he felt more than ten years older. The fragmentary memories suddenly slowed down at a distance of three or four meters, and appeared in my mind very clearly.
So I didn't resist, and I didn't wave the palm. I even accepted it and let "Master" throw me to the ground. I supported his shoulders with both hands and pushed him up hard to prevent his face from getting too close to mine. While pushing, I cried sadly. I don’t remember how long this process lasted, but there was For a short period of time, I actually cried and sobbed. "Master" seemed to have been trying to bite my face, but I blocked it with my hands. He didn't use very much force. It was just a force that I could withstand. After I cried for a while, tears started to flow out of my eyes. It became clearer, and I took a closer look at the face of the "master" in front of me.
His face was livid, and two sharp fangs began to appear in his originally toothy smile. The teeth were closed, but the sound of "Shan'er...Shan'er..." came out from his throat, and his eyebrows turned into horoscopes. The skin between his eyebrows was folded together because of the ferocious expression. It was at this moment that I noticed his eyes. Just like normal people's eyes, they have kernels and whites, but normal people's pupils will automatically become larger and smaller depending on the intensity of the light. Even if the pupils of a dead person are dilated, you will still see a dilated pupil. .
But the "Master" in front of him actually had many small, oval-shaped black pupils in his black eyes! And every black pupil reflected the me he saw in his eyes, and the me in the pupil had blood vessels popping up on my face, as if someone had choked my neck, and my face was flushed, as if I was about to suffocate. generally!
So at this time, I discovered that it was just my hallucination that I was supporting "Master"'s shoulders with my hands. The real situation was that I was being strangled by "Master"'s neck! There were so many pupils in his eyes, it was like many little ghosts gathered into one big ghost, all looking at me with their eyes!
Thinking of this, a cold feeling suddenly appeared from my tailbone along my spine. This feeling made me wake up instantly. The moment I suddenly woke up, the tight and suffocating feeling around my neck quickly came, and I My eyes lit up, and I realized that my hands were hanging on both sides of my body, and "Master's" originally stiff arms were strangling my neck desperately, and "Master's" face was also here. For a moment, it was no longer the Master I was familiar with, but a painting as if a drop of water had been dropped on it and then rotated. Although the whole face had a nose and eyes, it was distorted and no longer belonged to the Master at all. appearance!
In shock, I quickly kicked my feet on the ground, trying to use this force to push my body back. Every time I moved, the suffocation on my neck relaxed. At the same time, I stretched out my hands and grabbed "Master's" wrist that was holding my neck. His wrist felt cold to the touch, hard and smooth, much like the way he felt when he broke a door before. The piece of wood that can be found.
As I kept rubbing back, I soon felt like I had hit a hard object on top of my head, as if there was a wall above my head. Because "Master"'s body is very light, it is so light that I can turn my body around effortlessly. So I put my head against the wall, bent my calves, put the soles of my feet on the ground, pushed my head and feet together, and turned my body over.
So the current situation becomes, I am on top, "Master" is on the bottom, and he is pressed under me, but his hands are still pinching my neck, and my hands are still holding his wrists, Even though I can't see my hands at all. My breathing is still very difficult, but since I moved up there, it has become a little easier. After I had a point of support under my feet, I quickly lifted one foot and stepped on the ground. My body was kneeling on one knee, and I stabilized myself slightly. I resisted the feeling of lack of oxygen with some dizziness, and relaxed my hands. I started to grab the "Master"'s wrist, then pushed my feet up hard, then put my palms together, and with two flat palms, I hit the "Master"'s distorted face on the ground with all my strength.
This time, I almost used the last bit of strength I had left, and the reason why I raised my body slightly was so that when the two palms were struck out, I could still use my own weight to push down. When my palm hit "Master"'s face, bursts of black smoke began to emit from under the palm, as if I blocked a hole where black smoke was emitting with my palm, and at the same time, There was also a very hot burning sensation in the palm of my hand. When the palm is pressed, it is like pressing on a sponge filled with water. As the body presses down, the palm sinks deeper and deeper into the sponge.
Black smoke, burning sensation, and the smell of rotten eggs kept coming toward me, along with the shrill screams in my ears. I couldn’t tell whether they were male or female, and the voices around me were all bustling and talking. , unexpectedly started to scream at this moment, just like the exclamation from the audience when an acrobat suddenly lost his footing and fell in the circus.
I resisted the severe pain in my palms, gritted my teeth and squeezed "Master's" head downwards with all my strength. As the shrill scream suddenly stopped, my body seemed to have suddenly become empty, and my hands There was a cold feeling in the palm of my hand, which was the feeling that I had pressed my hand on the ground. I preferred this sudden hardness and coldness to the hotness. And just when my hand touched the ground, the black smoke disappeared, the screams disappeared, the smell of rotten eggs in my nose disappeared, the pain in my palms disappeared, and the buzzing voices around me also disappeared. In the blink of an eye, it turned from pitch black to bright. I looked around and found that I was kneeling in the passage outside the Jingmen, pressing my hands on the ground, and there was only a crooked and twisted old wooden root on the ground.
I stood up in shock. I don't know exactly how long what happened just now. It might have been a few hours, or it might only be a few seconds. But the thrilling feeling and the repeated ups and downs of my emotions made me... After I stood up, my heart was beating wildly. With every heartbeat, I could hear the thumping sound in my chest. Along with it, every time the thumping sound sounded, the muscles that pulled at my temples The tendons also beat with it.
After I relaxed, I sat down on the ground and panted. Then I turned my head and looked towards the door of Jingmen, only to find Qin Bukong holding his knees with his hands and sitting on the side of the wall with his legs curled up. His eyes were blank. God, staring blankly at the ground in front of him, his face was covered with blood, and it was still dripping down his beard. He didn't know if the blood was his. And his hands were shaking slightly, holding his five-color Gu Bell in his left hand and a Vajra Prong in his right hand.
It is worth mentioning that the vajra prong he is holding in his hand is not the one he originally held, but the one he held before is now upside down on the ground not far from him. The color of the one he held in his hand was even different from the previous one. Instead, it was completely black, as if some metal had been burned black by fire.
Obviously, if what happened to Qin Bukong was the same as what happened to me, then he woke up much earlier than me. This guy didn't rescue me at all, but looked at me aside. Fend for yourself! When I thought of this, I was very angry because it was so unreasonable. Even if it was the person I hated the most, I couldn't just ignore him. So I got up, gnashing my teeth and swearing, and rushed to Qin Bukong. Just when I was about to punch him in the face, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of tears, and the tears were still there. Mixed with the blood on his face, the blood mixed with the dust on the ground, the whole face looked dirty. He looked at me with such eyes, full of sadness.
I really hate my hesitant nature, especially in moments like this. So I was never able to deliver that punch. His eyes seemed to accept it all, and he even wanted me to punch him. So I stopped my fists, grabbed his clothes and pulled him up from the ground, then pushed his back against the wall and asked loudly, why are you so heartless! I would rather rest on the edge than come to rescue me!
While scolding, he pushed his back against the wall.
Who knew that Qin Bukong slowly knelt down and even grabbed the clothes under my armpits with both hands, then put his head on my chest and burst into tears.
