The mixture of scarlet plasma and minced meat sprayed out in all directions, smearing radiating traces in the hidden void dimension, like a plate decoration made by a French chef who loves tomato sauce.
Over thousands of years, Mi Xiang's true body has digested and absorbed countless external nutrients. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has accumulated mountains and seas.
At this time, Liang De threw an ax into the sky and killed the body from the inside out. She was no longer able to restrain the excess nutritional reserves. It was like overturning a space carrier transporting kitchen waste in the void.
The leaked greasy substance directly squeezed out cracks in the space barrier.
The deformed fangs that collapsed from the body armor of Mi Xiang even pricked the space where she was hiding. The overflowing meaty fragrance floated out of the holes, allowing Liang De to find her without following the karmic bond between the two.
she.
This meaty smell is like mother's freshly boiled lard. He, Liang, has eaten countless barrels of it, and he comes right after smelling it. What kind of bondage does his mother need?
Mr. Liang couldn't help but recall his experiences when he was writing his graduation thesis. Countless swear words came to his mind. After removing the rough and the essence, he loudly spit out from his mouth:
"The Yan family shovel! No wonder I always dislike you, you are too damn greasy!"
Yes, he has a mouth again. Not only does he have a mouth, but he also has legs, all beards and a tail, and he is jumping around.
Liang De, who came after smelling the fragrance, was very healthy and almost unscathed.
The practice of the Wuxiang Magic Skill was a great success!
This is the charm of innovation in traditional comedy martial arts.
As we all know, the Wuxiang Divine Art is a martial art that can transfer energy through a specific medium. Its traditional method of use is to catch Liu Bei and hit him continuously, thus causing massive damage to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. Finally,
Destroy them all.
Of course, this is also because the three of them did not abide by the oath to die on the same day, the same year, the same month, otherwise there would be no use for the Wuxiang Magic. Just capture Liu Bei and beat him to death. So Easy, let the emperor and queen witness this.
The bond of honesty and trustworthiness.
Therefore, honest people will suffer, while unprincipled people will live a stronger life. People do not take some social relationships seriously, call them gie gie, stab them in the back, break them off as soon as they say it, and let them go as they say.
scattered.
This is also the limitation of the Wuxiang Divine Art in modern times.
It doesn’t make much sense to choose a spatial relationship to do your work.
The target should be far away. It won’t hurt if you pass it to the target. Keep it close... They are already so close. Can’t you just hit the other one? Why should you pass the ball? You are not the Dongguo men’s football team and you need to pass back endlessly.
Responsibility, what are you planning? There will be energy loss when passing it, so there is no need.
Let’s choose social relations to make merit, it’s too complicated.
Now is no longer the simple and honest era when the Wuxiang Divine Art was created.
Just hit his father to hurt him. He may not be his father's biological son. If you punch him, his father may be hurt even more deeply.
Hit his wife to hurt him, or hit her husband to hurt her. How do you know someone's emotional state? If you punch him, he might have already wanted to do it, and he feels as happy as something. Not only is it okay,
Maybe I'd like to help you out.
Even if you are besieged by an organization and encounter this classic scene where the Wuxiang Magic Kung Fu showed its power, you want to convey the damage through the relationship between colleagues. If you punch him, the others will laugh: "I am a regular employee, you can do me a favor
Dispatch is useless!"
At present, the ratio of regular employees to dispatched workers has reached a very outrageous level, and it is often the dispatched workers who visit the front line in person, while the regular employees watch from the sidelines. It goes without saying which type of employee is more likely to be caught taking the blame.
In this kind of employment environment, the use of non-phase magical skills can only be said to be half the result with twice the result, it is better not to use it at all.
After careful research, Bachelor Liang, who graduated from the Global Elite Sports Center University, discovered a new modern application method of Wuxiang Shengong, an ancient martial art:
He decided to hit himself.
There are two advantages to doing this.
First, the relationship is clear. He can definitely hit those who are hostile to him, and he will never hurt innocent people.
Second, reduce costs and increase efficiency. The traditional use of Wuxiang Shenggong requires transferring energy twice, but to hit yourself, you only need to transfer it once, which reduces the steps of generating power, optimizes the transmission path, and reduces energy loss.
Besides, it is easier to hit yourself than to hit others, and it is difficult for others to stop you. You can hit you whenever you want, and you will be very happy.
Liang De put his hands in his pockets and stood calmly above the paste formed by the exploded rice elephant.
In the haina magic cave surrounding him, thousands of Liang De were beaten on the assembly line and died in strange and indescribable ways.
And all the damage suffered by Liang De was given to Mi Xiang.
She is not dead yet, but she is dying.
The scarlet minced meat filling the void is gradually becoming lighter and lighter, disappearing without a trace, and the fluctuations of her soul are getting weaker and weaker. The true heavenly guide that penetrates the inside and outside of the world is crumbling, and gastrointestinal organs are constantly falling off from it, falling in
That dirty pool of blood.
Mi Xiang could have escaped by entering the realm of magic, but she was overconfident and sent Shan Futian to her own realm.
She thought that by trapping Shan Futian, she could kill one first and then the other.
But now, she is the one trapped.
Staying in the realm, she didn't know how to defeat Liang De, or even how to delay her own death.
Following the guidance of her true nature, she fled to the outside world... There was still an extremely angry person waiting for her in the original world of her true nature.
"This is desperate," she thought.
She has also reached a desperate situation, just like those people she killed and devoured in the past, just like those hardworking people who have lost their value.
"But I'm not afraid of death... I've never died, but I decided not to be afraid," she thought.
Some scarlet particles floated into the air and gathered and formed opposite Liang De.
Mi Xiang gave up on saving herself and formed a body in front of the person who was about to destroy her, saying nothing.
She was wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown she had worn when she entered the hospital. Her long hair was as messy as kelp and hung on her head. Her clear eyes were a little dim. She held her calves in her hands and looked quietly at the radiating pool of flesh and blood below.
"Mr. Mi, do you want to chat?"
Liang De looked at her, smiled very gentlemanly, and then increased the efficiency of the phaseless magic in Haina Huanzang by ten points.
"I'm very tired now and don't want to talk to anyone."
Mi Xiang hid his face in his knees, using his peripheral vision to watch the collapsed digestive organs sliding down from all dimensions of the void, and watching the huge waves splashing in the lake of flesh and blood.
"I'm not like this. I'm very similar to you." She didn't know who she was talking to.
"Were you once human?"
Liang De looked at the sky as he spoke. Mi Xiang could no longer keep her boundary open, and a copper-colored storm was blowing back from outside the boundary.
"You don't look like a human being. It turns out that..."
Mi Xiang suddenly raised his head and laughed:
"You must really want to hear it, but I'm sorry, I'm the type who never remembers."
Sorry, I happen to be the type of person who doesn't like to hear other people talk about their memories, but...
Liang De nodded and said:
"Goodbye then, Mr. Mi. I wish you a happy get off work day."
"Goodbye, you damn bald man."
She stood up and waved to him, turning into a wisp of fishy wind.
All the pools of blood disappeared.
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