Chapter 87. Dead and useless (Thanks to the leaders of the Bell of Morrowind and Akuruite for their support~)
"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 to force him 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 broken into 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 spanked, the emptiness became deeper, and the powerlessness like kidney deficiency struck his soul again.
He didn't expect it to be like this.
If Du Gongtai suppressed him backhand, insulted him with the most vicious words, laughed at his overestimation of his abilities, tortured him, or turned him into ashes with just one 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 moves me?
What's the point of this? What's the point of this!
"What's wrong, it's stopped 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 Yiqi's palm. His red cheeks were shiny. He looked like a respectable elder with a high level of self-cultivation, and said to Mu Yiqi pleasantly:
"Are you a little nervous when you hit Qing Jie Evil God for the first time? Didn't you show your best performance? 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 have always been open-minded and approachable. 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 people 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 beating me for a day and a night, it was as if their backbone had been taken away. They were exhausted and died in depression.
"You are different from them, you are sober and ambitious.
"You want to express an attitude in front of me, let me, let the world on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see the integrity 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's reply, 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 put his right cheek into Mu Yigui's hands.
"By the way, it's a bit monotonous to only hit the right cheek. You can hit my left cheek. 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 is very relieved.
"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 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 very meaningful for you to die in my hands. How about it? Do you want to die heroically today, or postpone it to the next working day?"
The wood artist's face was ashen, and he was frozen in place unable to say a word. Countless red sandalwood-colored fragments of authenticity fell from his soul, like a dark rain.
Liang De stood up and stepped forward to hold Mu Yigui's shoulders and block him behind him.
"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 raced and he came up with an excuse. Just now, before he even had the thought of holding on to the wooden art rules, his body had already taken action.
Such unreasonable behavior may be the drawback of practicing the ancient Dongguo boxing... But I like it.
"Oh, you might as well ask."
Liang De rubbed the back of his head and forced out a question.
"Although the evil gods are fierce, vicious and emotional, it is our imagination as citizens of Shengdou, but... wouldn't you feel angry if someone slapped you in the face?"
"Hahahaha, a slap in the face is an insult. When you are insulted, you get angry. When you get angry, you get angry. Who made these rules? It's not my rules anyway.
"I am the one who calls the shots. Why should I abide by the rules set by others? Who do they think they are?"
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 won't be able to turn around for a while, and it will take a day or two for him to calm down. When he wakes up, give him the male virtue switch and let him think about it.