Chapter 2157 Excuse Me, Farewell!

Due to amnesia, Song Shuhang had completely lost his memory of why he had such a strange... or rather brutal throne magic weapon.

The cruelty of this magic weapon of the throne is not aimed at the enemy, but at myself - I am especially cruel to myself when I am ruthless, and this is what I describe.

Song Shuhang didn't have time to think about it.

At the juncture of crisis, he instinctively sacrificed this magic weapon of the throne.

Intuition tells him... this throne magic weapon can come in handy. In the realm of self-cultivation, the longer and weirder the magic weapon, the more interesting or special it is.

As long as this throne can help him who has a hole in his chest and the petite fairy who has lost his heart, then he has nothing to hesitate!

Facing the bone spurs of the throne, Song Shuhang did not hesitate.

Anyway...he has a treasure armor!

With the armor cushioned, these bone spurs are not enough to be afraid of.

After a while.

"Sh~hh~" Tyrannical Song, who sat on this throne, kept gasping for air.

Wave after wave of severe pain, as if the waves hit.

The sourness in it is really indescribable to outsiders.

While enduring the pain, he supported the petite fairy in his arms and observed her state.

The effect of this throne is awesome!

The petite fairy, who had lost her heart and almost fell into a coma, stabilized.

Song Shuhang himself was the same, the feeling of air leaking in his chest disappeared, no longer cool.

The two sat on this terrifying throne, motionless.

"What kind of magic weapon is this throne?" At this time, the long white sister asked aloud.

"I don't know, I only know that it can come in handy. In fact, when I sat on this throne, the injury to my body stopped all of a sudden." Song Shuhang said.

This throne has the effect of 'hanging one's life'.

No matter how big the injury,

Just sit on it and you can take a breath.

"Me too." Su Shi's Sixteen said, although she was sitting on Tyrant Song, the life-threatening effect of the throne also affected her... Maybe it was because she had a relatively small footprint, and when she sat with Tyrant Song , the reason for being counted as 'a person'?

"The only problem is that I can't stand up now." Song Shuhang said solemnly. As long as you leave this cruel throne, the effect of hanging your life will be lost.

He was okay, the hole in his chest was recovering at a slow speed. This should be the self-healing effect of several body quenching exercises that he came with?

But the little fairy's heart on her body showed no sign of recovery.

When the hole in his chest grows, the little fairy can only be left to sit on this throne alone.

"In short, leave this damn space first." Song Shuhang said.

As long as you can hold your breath, get out of this tribulation space, and then find a way to heal the little fairy's heart.

Sister Bai Long replied, "If you want to leave, there may be one more step."

I vaguely remember that there should be a very important link after the Eighth Stage Profound Sage Tribulation is over.

"There are still steps? Could it be that the calamity is not over yet?" Song Shuhang frowned and pondered... After the white long-striped sister said this, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be follow-up steps.

It should be a very exciting part.

"In my fuzzy memory, the next step should be the harvest, and there won't be too much danger." Sister Bai Long scratched her chin with her little paw - as long as she didn't kill herself.

"When will the next session come?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Wait, don't worry." Sister Bai Long replied.

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth: "I'm not in a hurry, it just hurts a bit."

The throne under his body continued to inflict pain on him.

This is the price of 'hanging your life'.

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The waiting time is long.

When playing games or entertainment, an hour goes by in the blink of an eye. But while waiting, a minute is as long as an hour.

Song Shuhang was sitting on the cruel throne of pain, enduring waves of pain.

The guy who invented this throne is absolutely mentally distorted!

Sitting on the throne and hanging yourself, you have to suffer all the time. In this world, how many people can bear the severe pain all the time!

While thinking about it...

Song Shuhang suddenly found in horror that his body was adapting to this pain.

Accept the pain, adapt to the pain.

Then, ignore the pain!

[Although I knew from the beginning, I have a very strong tolerance for pain. But the ability to accept pain and adapt to pain is too exaggerated, right? 】 In Song Shuhang's heart, an uneasy premonition flooded.

What kind of person was he before he lost his memory?

Why is there such a strong ability to adapt to pain?

This is no longer an ability that a simple 'defense mt' type cultivator can explain.

Even as time passed, Song Shuhang discovered even more terrifying things.

He... began to enjoy the pain.

The tingling feeling on the cruel throne gradually transformed into a 'massage'-like smoothness.

The muscles all over his body began to release signals such as 'sour sour, horse killing chicken, excellent massage technique' to the brain.

The cruel throne seems to have become a massage chair.

【This is definitely not a normal ability! 】 Song Shuhang felt a little flustered.

This ability is likely to make people misunderstand him.

Therefore, the little fairy and the white scarf sister must not find that he is 'enjoying pain' now.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang took a breath from time to time and let out a scream of 'sssssssss'.

Every time he took a breath of cold air and let out a scream, the little fairy's hollow heart would also cool down.

The little fairy reached out and grabbed Song Shuhang's big hand tightly.

"Hey~~" Song Shuhang took a breath at the right time.

Behind him, the thesaurus of the meritorious snake beauty was quietly updated.

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Then, I don't know how long it took.

Song Shuhang's consciousness became a little confused.

The massage chair works great, it's first class.

Press and hold, and you get sleepy.

After the drowsiness surged up, he couldn't even act out the sound of 'hiss~'.

He leaned his head back, resting on the two sharp black knives.

At this time, the effect of body quenching came out.

head iron.

The sharp black blade could not hurt Song Shuhang's scalp in the slightest.

In this way, he fell into dreamland.

Sister Bailong: "..."

You made a 'his~' sound!

You continue to 'ss~' ah!

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Floating life is like a dream, if a dream is not a dream. How is floating life? A dream like a dream.

Song Shuhang found himself in a huge whirlpool.

There is an upside-down staircase in the whirlpool, as if it were a mirror world.

A familiar place.

After thinking for a while, he jumped lightly and jumped into the vortex.

After entering the vortex, the upside-down staircase turned into a huge pyramid.

Song Shuhang walked up the long stairs.

A wooden door appeared in front of him.

A very ordinary wooden door, without any decoration, not even any runes or carvings.

Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

"You're here." Behind the door, there was a three-eyed boy who smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you to come again. Come on, I'll enter the long-awaited gamble show and bet everything!"

Gamble?

Gambling is not a good thing.

"Excuse me, farewell." Song Shuhang clasped his fists, turned around, and took the small wooden door.

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