Chapter 1810 Kill 1000 Enemies, Lose 999 of Your Own

"Bet on who will cry first? Real crying, not fake crying, right?" Song Shuhang confirmed.

The young man smiled slightly: "Yes."

"I agree, then, let the competition begin!" Song Shuhang said.

juvenile:"???"

"I bet I'll cry first." Song Shuhang said quickly: "Uh-huh-huh~~"

The next moment, Song Shuhang's face was filled with tears. Big tears burst out of his eyes and he couldn't stop them.

This is a technique that exists in his memory. He remembers that Lady Onion is also practicing it... the name should be "The Book of Heavenly Crying". He learned a little bit about it from the beginning.

This technique can prick the monk's inner tears. The harder he cries, the stronger the effect of the technique will be. Even when you practice to an advanced level, the technique can affect the enemy's emotions. This is a terrifying technique that is said to make both the cultivator and the enemy cry while unable to extricate themselves.

Song Shuhang used this technique for a while and then recalled his tragic experiences in the past few months - I kept dying and suffering pain.

To be honest, if Song Shuhang hadn't been strong-minded and someone else had to endure what he had experienced in the past six months, he might have collapsed in pain and constant torture of death. Even now, there is still a voice echoing in Song Shuhang's mind every night, that is, the secret method of identification is causing trouble.

For a while, he had been suffering from the mental sting caused by excessive mental strength + a voice in his ear that kept chanting like a fly all day long + the pain of feedback from the secret appraisal method + the constant pressure of death.

"The Book of Heavenly Crying" is like a key that opens the tear point of the soul. Under Song Shuhang's own operation, it can avoid Song Shuhang's firm Taoist heart and arouse his sadness.

The pear blossoms are in tears, the tears are falling like rain, and the eyes are filled with tears...

This is not a fake cry, but a cry from the bottom of my heart.

Opposite him, the young man looked at him in confusion.

"I won." Song Shuhang wiped away his tears and said calmly. Although precious tears were shed, winning the bet was worth it.

juvenile:"……"

He looked at Song Shuhang with a look of pity.

MDZZ

Believe it or not, I can punch the shit out of you?

"Senior, do you have to regret it?" Song Shuhang stared at the young man.

The young man sighed softly: "I haven't even told you the rules of the gambling game, and I haven't even started the ritual of the gambling game yet. Why are you crying?"

The gambling ceremony that unfolds is a very important part of the bet between the two parties.

Through the ritual of this gambling game, he was able to abstract away conceptual things like 'cooking heart'.

Otherwise, it doesn't make any sense.

"Listen, we are betting whoever cries first will lose. Whoever can persist to the end will be the winner. Otherwise, who can't cry? I can cry before you in minutes. And I can also show you how to cry sincerely,” the young man added.

"..." Song Shuhang asked with distrust, "Senior, are you sure you didn't change the rules temporarily because you saw me crying so fast?"

The boy smiled broadly: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

After Song Shuhang thought for a while, he shook his head gently.

Considering that the other party is a senior, this level of trust is still there.

"Then, get ready to start the gambling game." The young man said slowly.

"Wait a minute, senior." Song Shuhang stretched out his hand to stop him.

If whoever cries first loses...what's the point of betting? You can crush me with one hand, and you can beat me to tears when the time comes. Why are you betting on me?

Song Shuhang firmly opposed this plan.

"What's the problem?" the boy asked.

"You can't use violence, you can't use any attack methods. Otherwise, there is no need to maintain the gambling game." Song Shuhang said.

"Don't worry, I want excitement and heartbeat when playing gambling. In order to maximize the excitement, my principle for every gambling game is only two words - absolute fairness." The young man said gently.

Song Shuhang couldn't wait to remind: "These are four words."

The young man waved his hand: "There are only two words in the ancient language.

Translated into Chinese characters you can understand, it becomes four characters. "

Song Shuhang: "..."

You are bullying me for failing the ancient language!

"Let me introduce you to the rules of our gambling from beginning to end." The young man stretched out his hand, and three agreements composed of ancient runes popped up.

"First, it is absolutely fair. After entering the gambling game, our strength, physique, mental strength and other data will be adjusted to be equal."

"Second, we will bear the same damage, spell effects, and visual effects. Every time you use the method on me, it will also affect you at the same time. And vice versa. What we are comparing is not strength, but strength. Who made the other person cry first?”

"Third, all additional effects such as the light of merit and external incarnation cannot be brought into the gambling game. Otherwise, no matter what you do, you will never be able to shake me even half a point."

"How's it going? Are you confident now?" the young man said.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin: "It always feels like there are many loopholes that can be exploited."

"Yes, there are loopholes that can be exploited. If you can find a loophole, just take advantage of it. This is my concession to you, and this is also my confidence." The young man said with a smile.

Song Shuhang nodded - he probably knew why this senior lost ten of his bets? His three rules all limit himself to death.

In recent years, a large part of the reason why the population of some countries in the world has been decreasing is because people like to stimulate and play with their heartbeats.

"So, do you agree with the above three rules?" the young man said.

"In other words, the competition is who of the two of us is more tolerant and whose heart is harder!" Song Shuhang smiled slightly: "I have no problem."

Enduring pain was his proud talent, and it was the only ability he had the confidence to compete with the mysterious senior in front of him.

"Then, the gambling begins." The young man clapped his hands gently.

The space between Song Shuhang and him was wrapped in a layer of golden runes, and the two of them seemed to have entered a small closed box.

At the same time, several figures from Song Shuhang were isolated by runes.

Onion Lady, Meritous Snake Beauty, Good Fortune Fairy, Black-skinned Feather Soft Lady...

The gambling game officially begins.

"Just use whatever means you have." The young man stood opposite Song Shuhang and said calmly.

"Whatever means?" Song Shuhang asked.

"That's right." The young man narrowed his eyes.

Song Shuhang did not hesitate to light up his 'Confucian Sage's Eyes' and shine a ray of light at the young man.

The young man's realm was suppressed to the same level as his, the sixth level.

If that's the case, use my powerful identification technique!

The young man did not dodge and let the pregnant gaze hit him.

His abdomen began to expand, and in ten seconds it expanded to the size of a full-month-old fetus, followed by labor pains.

Similarly, Song Shuhang's own belly also expanded rapidly, reaching the size of a ten-month pregnancy, and the pain of childbirth came.

Kill a thousand enemies and suffer 999 losses.

Merit Snake Beauty: "Come on, let's hurt each other~"

Fairy Creation: "Come on, let's get pregnant together~"

Black-skinned Yurouzi thought for a while, but the two senior fairies had finished speaking, and she had nothing to say.

The young man put his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes, still smiling. Whether it's pregnancy or childbirth, this kind of pain seems to be nothing to him.

Song Shuhang also remained calm. He had been pregnant more than once, and he could give birth to a child the first time, the second time naturally, and the third time. He’s also unafraid of the ‘pregnancy stare’.

"Is this your method? It's interesting." The young man said calmly.

Song Shuhang: "However, I still can't move the senior. As expected... if you narrow your eyes, you are a monster."

"Sorry, my eyes don't have squinting eyes." The boy replied.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"It's my turn next. Of course, we are not a turn-based system. Just use whatever means you have." After the boy said that, he stretched out his hands and made a gentle circle: "Let the other party cry. The physical torture is The lowest level of practice. Crying in pain is unskillful and the most laborious. In fact, the best way to make the other party cry is to attack mentally. "

After the young man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Shuhang: "The Great Sorrow Technique."

A strange spell fell on Song Shuhang, and it also acted on the young man himself.

"This spell can forcefully add sorrow to the monks, causing the monks to fall into despair and cry bitterly. How long can you persist in this spell?" After that, he reminded: "Because I created this spell. The reason is that I have a high resistance to it. So, this is actually the ‘unfair’ part of the ‘fair rules’.”

[Isn’t that almost the same as the ‘Heavenly Crying Book’? 】 Song Shuhang secretly thought in his heart.

His resistance to this spell is average.

If the soft spot in his heart is touched, he will lose.

In this case, use whatever means you can to use them crazily, and it's not turn-based.

Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and stroked the 'space bracelet', and a transparent tear gem was taken out. He input spiritual power into the gem and activated it directly.

Then, there was an endless sadness that swept over me. This was the only time Song Mutou cried in grief in his life. It was the painful emotion he burst out when he learned the news that Bishui Pavilion was destroyed.

[Leave my sadness to you, I hope you like it——: Song Yi. 】

The effect of the gem was on Song Shuhang and the boy.

But it's not enough.

The young man looked calm and the smile on his face did not diminish.

Song Shuhang took a few steps forward and came to the young man's body.

"Are you going to choose violent melee combat?" the boy asked.

Song Shuhang shook his head, and the fingertips of the 'Orca Warrior Glove' on his right hand were partially retracted, exposing the fingertips.

He pressed his fingers on the boy's body and instantly turned on the smoke mode.

‘Secret method of identification, maximum power’.

Come and taste the limits of pain with me.

As long as you don't die, you will suffer the pain of death.

Whoever cries first is the grandson.

The magic weapon that identified the secret technique fell on the young man, and the smoke exploded from his body.

The price that needs to be paid is far beyond Song Shuhang's imagination.

The smoke body nearly exploded into pieces.

At the same time, there is a maddening pain, which directly feeds back to the soul. 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading academy