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Meng Zuo's brows were tightly frowned, two small hills bulged out on both sides of his eyebrows, and the muscles all over his body were twisted like twisted flowers, and he curled up on the bed, sweat wetting the sheets like a waterfall.

"Ahh

Xiao Jiu watched silently from the side, his expression was not moving, but there was a little distress in his eyes.

"It's something you have to go through. ”

At this time, Meng Zuo was in pain to suffocation, every little breath of meager air took almost all of Meng Zuo's strength, his green tendons were more prominent, his face turned from yellow to red to purple and then white, his fingernails were already deeply inserted into the skin, but compared to the pain of an ant biting all over his body, this stinging pain was simply minimal.

Click!

With a faint cracking sound that was imperceptible, the skin of the young man's forehead in front of Xiao Jiu actually cracked.

At the crack point, the blood flowed out, and soon formed a crimson blood crust.

"Roar!" was another scream from Meng Zuo, who for the first time felt the feeling of his skin being broken by blood.

This roar was like opening the switch of the floodgates, and the next moment, Meng Zuo's skin was chapped everywhere, dense, blood flowed out of the cracks, and his entire body was covered in bright red, turning into a bloody person.

Xiao Jiu watched from the side, there was already a little sparkle in her eyes, she interlocked her fingers, put them on her chest, and quietly prayed for Meng Zuo.

Meng Zuo's blood met the air, as if cold water had been added to a hot iron pot, and there was a violent reaction in an instant, the blood boiled, and finally coagulated into a blood scab, and Meng Zuo's body also changed from bright red to dark red.

Meng Zuo fainted suddenly.

His curled up and tense body suddenly relaxed, but this did not mean that the chapped skin stopped, but because of his relaxation, blood flowed from more parts of his body, and there was no intact place on his entire body.

The blood scab clotted and ruptured, and the blood continued to spill out, forming a human-shaped blood mark on Meng Zuo's bed.

Xiao Jiu watched Meng Zuo faint, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly, Meng Zuo had known her for so long, and he had never seen her cry like this.

She squatted down, hugging her knees, like a weak woman, and she was pitied.

For about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Jiu wiped away her tears, stood up, and seemed to return to her usual appearance as an intellectual big sister in a black dress.

But the hands that have been clenched all the time still expose her heartache.

"It's for everyone. ”

Xiao Jiu looked at Meng Zuo dotingly, and then said slowly but firmly.

This sentence was said to herself, as if to strengthen her own beliefs.

Xiao Jiu glanced at Meng Zuo again, then let out a long sigh, snapped his fingers, the data table and the prize pool disappeared, and then walked step by step to the unconscious person on the bed.

A burst of white light flashed, and Meng Zuo was the only one left in the room.

He lay in a pool of blood.

......

"What is this?"

After Meng Zuo passed out, he came to a strange place.

The environment here is reasonably familiar to Meng Zuo, because this is his mind.

It's white, and you can't see the distance clearly.

But there's something different here.

There is no Xiao Jiu here, but there are some other things.

In the vast white space, there are countless iron cages, these iron cages are arranged in order, each cage has a number on it, and they are all tightly sealed, and it is impossible to see what is blocked inside.

"Strange, why don't I remember my mind like this?" Meng Zuo touched his head and looked at his body, which was intact.

Sure enough, the physical damage is not visible on the mental level.

"Am I dead? Meng Zuo suddenly panicked, he was only twenty-two years old, and he didn't want to die so young.

"Xiao Jiu! Xiao Jiu!" Meng Zuo's first thought when he realized the danger was Xiao Jiu.

After waiting for a while, no one responded.

"Ah, a Buddha, I won't really go to the Western Heavens!" Meng Zuo said as he drew a cross on his chest, "These iron cages can't be my coffins, right?"

Meng Zuoke shook his head vigorously and comforted himself: "No! I haven't done anything bad in my life except for soaking other people's girlfriends, bumping into a porcelain bumper with a Porsche when I was young, and going to that kind of shampoo room two or three times, even if I die, I should go to heaven, and I have to be accompanied by a dozen long-legged and big-breasted beautiful angel ladies!"

Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, then stabilized his mind and walked towards the iron cage closest to him.

The iron cages were lined up vertically, and the iron cage in front of Meng Zuo had a one written on it.

"It's still so old......," Meng Zuo couldn't help but complain, now it's modern, why does Heaven still engage in traditional characters.

The iron cage looks ordinary, but when you look closely, there is a mysterious pattern engraved on it, and the No. 1 cage that Meng Zuo is looking at is taller than him, and a bell is engraved on it.

The depiction of this bell is very complex, and with Meng Zuo's knowledge, he can't see the mystery of it, but he only feels that this clock reveals a simple atmosphere from beginning to end, which makes people want to bow and worship.

"Could it be an antique?" Meng Zuo guessed casually, his eyes involuntarily staring at the bell, and his left hand was raised, wanting to touch the runes on it.

Syllable!

Meng Zuo's face changed greatly, his hand was actually sucked by a powerful suction, he wanted to pick it up, but he couldn't do anything.

"What kind of moth are you doing?" Meng Zuo couldn't break free from the iron cage even with all his strength to eat.

However, at this moment, a golden light emitted from Meng Zuo's left hand, the dazzling golden light was comparable to the sun, and the iron cage was lit up at once, and the ancient clock pattern on it also turned golden, making it even more magnificent.

At this moment, the force of absorption suddenly dissipated, and Meng Zuo, who was struggling to break free, did not ease up all of a sudden, and was bounced five meters away by inertia, and fell on the white ground.

"Oops!" Meng Zuo was riveted just now, and after such a fall, he felt that his butt was going to be eight-petaled.

Burst!

With a loud bang, the iron door with the golden bell opened, and a large amount of white mist poured out of it, splashing out, choking Meng Zuo from opening his eyes.

"Which brother is so addicted to smoking!" Meng Zuo lay on the ground, his eyes closed and waved his hands, trying to scrape the smoke away.

"Hah!"

A voice sounded that made Meng Zuo stunned.

He could feel this "ha", full of qi and penetrating power, presumably the person who spoke was a powerful and extraordinary master.

With this shout, the white mist was suddenly dispersed, and a person slowly walked out of the iron cage.

He was surprisingly powerful with every step, wearing only a pair of practice pants, his upper body was naked, and the top of his head was bare.

Meng Zuo stared blankly at the person in front of him.

The person in front of him does not squint, but stares straight ahead.

"Isn't this just me who has no hair?" Meng Zuo shouted in a voice that was almost groundhog.

The bald head Meng Zuo over there had an expressionless face on his handsome face, and stood side by side, with the four fingers of his left hand stretched together into a palm, his right hand into a fist, palm eyes on his chest, and standing with his fists in his hands.

"Hah!"

The corners of Meng Zuo's eyes, who were sitting on the ground, twitched.

If you hug a fist, you can hold a fist, what kind of strength do you call?

"In the Lower Menzo, the heir of the golden bell jar!" the bald man shouted out every word.

"Brother, can we talk well, I'm not deaf, I can hear you quietly. The corners of Meng Zuo's mouth also began to twitch, he was really shocked by this bald version of himself.

As if he hadn't heard, the bald guy started to practice, and spoke in a thunderous voice as he practiced.

"Golden bell jar, Shaolin school hard qigong, set the essence of hard work, those who want to practice, need to go through the sea of suffering. ”

yes, it's so bitter that even my hair is gone. Meng Zuo looked at himself in front of him, and even wanted to laugh.

Although he was complaining, he was still listening to this bald guy practicing his voice seriously.

"When I practice the exercises, when I hit the shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, waist, buttocks, legs, and feet with a cloth hammer, from light to heavy, until I don't know the pain, I only feel numb, and then I can explore the way of the exercises. ”

"What the hell am I so ruthless?" Meng Zuo snorted.

"Golden Bell Jar First Pose: Water Absorption and Lifting!"

The bald head Meng Zuo shouted, and the flat arms were slowly lifted up from the crotches on both sides, at shoulder level, and made a forward posture, the five fingers were loosened and slightly bent, and the palms were concave, and then the arms were closed to the front flat lift, the palms were obliquely raised to 45 degrees, and the abdomen was adducted.

"So advanced? I'll try it too. Meng Zuo's eyes lit up, he got up from the ground, and began to practice in the posture of a bald man.

But obviously, if the bald guy is a dragon and a tiger, then Meng Zuo is Dong Shi Xiaofeng, and the two are not compatible at all.

Meng Zuo doesn't believe in evil, it seems to be a very simple action, but he feels that it is so different from the professional as soon as he gets started.

"Second Style: Hit the Water and Sink It!" Before Meng Zuo could imitate the first posture in place, the bald guy roared, his five fingers were released, his knees were slightly bent, his upper body was straight, and then his arms sank, his elbows were folded down, his abdomen was bulging outward, and his stomach was bulging into a ball.

If Meng Zuo can barely imitate the first action, this second type Meng Zuo can already be regarded as giving up.

Just this bulging belly, Meng Zuo can't come.

But Meng Zuo still gritted his teeth, half-squatted and raised his hands, held his stomach, and bulged outward, looking like a constipated pregnant woman squatting in the pit.

He just won't admit defeat.

Two people with exactly the same body and appearance, forehead...... In addition to hair, why can this bald guy can, and he Meng Zuo can't do it?

Isn't this just a crooked wall opening a side door—an evil (oblique) door?

Meng Zuo doesn't believe in heaven or earth, doesn't believe in God, and doesn't believe in this evil!

"Anyway, I'm trapped here and can't get out, I'm going to be on a hook with you today!" Meng Zuo said viciously to his bald self.

"I'm Meng Zuo, if I don't get you here today, I won't be surnamed Meng, and I will immediately broadcast a handstand and swallow the old eight secret hamburgers after I go out!"

In the white world, in addition to the commentary during the practice, there are a few more strange oaths.