It hurts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A pair of eyes with a playful smile in both eyes are shouting that it really hurts, you must know that this 'fast' punch is impartial and hits the eye socket.

Even if it's a posterity who is resisting and beating, it's unbearable.

But the owners of those gloating eyes seemed to be wrong, and this punch was as fast as they thought in their hearts.

But this afterlife did not stumble to the ground as they thought in their hearts.

And what does this mean?

On behalf of the cold ridicule after Sen Sen's white teeth, the rough skin and thick flesh after the ridicule are strong and durable, and I am glad that I can feast my eyes today.

After all, in the eyes of these gamblers, it is much more comfortable to watch people beat people than dog-eat-dog-bite.

"Bang, bang, bang~~~~. ”

"Hey~~~. ”

In the roar of the flesh dancing with fists, a trace of superfluous emotion finally floated in those indifferent eyes, and those eyes with a slight sigh looked at the weakness of the fists of the afterlife.

"Huh. ”

This mouth-grabbing sigh is the expression of ridicule in the heart.

They are laughing: "This posterity is too young, thinking that giving up resistance will save you from the pain of flesh and skin, which will definitely only be exchanged for more turbulent fists and kicks." ”

Sure enough, the eyes didn't guess wrong, and the fists were pushed and floated, and it was so lively.

Naturally, this group should be labeled as wicked.

Who will be the good guys?

And who is the person whose fist is weak?

Who is the abuser who leads here three layers and the outer three layers of ridicule?

Who else could this be, of course, it couldn't be the Qian Jianxi five people who were used to doing evil, and the ground snake with a sideways face had long passed the age of the offspring.

The person who was buried by his fists and feet was, of course, Han Xian, who cultivated the Tao and cultivated immortals.

This is a joke, Uncle Han Xian, who is a cultivator of the Seven Realms of Dengfeng and has great talents, was actually beaten by a group of lowly hooligans.

The one who laughs is not mistaken.

This is an indistinguishable fact.

Han Xian's fists, which were as swift as a dragon and as elegant as a charm, stopped weakly when they were only a little distance away from Bao Jianle's head.

And it's like getting close to the face and beating someone.

As a hooligan ruffian, after being drenched in a cold sweat, of course it will be hysterical revenge, and this group of younger brothers immediately colluded in adding a swarm of bees.

One person, three punches and two kicks beat Han to the dust.

Why is that?

Shouldn't such a farce happen to Han Xian?

Could it be that Han Xian's star map and Dao power have changed, could it be that the Yin Gu in front of his heart has broken through the barrier set up by the Lord of the Heart, and the illness hidden in his bones has been reactivated.

"Hmph~. ”

This is the ridicule in his heart and the sneer of the Heavenly Dao, if it is really the Yin Gu who reverses and demonizes himself, I am afraid that this Fu Le Xuan will have no living person except himself.

But why?

Could it be that Han Xian's skin and flesh are itchy, and he can't find it.

Everything is for a reason, why did Han Xian, who was huddled in the dust and receive the baptism of fists and feet at this moment, stop because his heart was full?

Of course it is the decision of the heart, and the decision of the heart is to succumb to the sight of the eye.

Just when Han Xian smiled proudly in his heart and punched out as elegant as a dragon, a pair of serene eyes couldn't help but sweep on Bao Jianle's meaty face.

A vicious look with a vicious look.

This kind of look is no different from the wicked people he has met, but there is one thing that has a great way out, and those wicked people in the past can be killed without any burden.

But now, these indiscriminate people who are in the casino are indeed showing mercy to their embarrassed subordinates.

Why is that?

Of course, they are just human beings, although they are inferior, but they are indeed normal people who do not have half of the Dao power, can they use their vicious eyes to judge their life and death?

Hesitated.

It was in this hesitation that Han Xian stopped his fist, which was as swift as a dragon.

And at the moment when the fist stopped, in his heart, a proud voice echoed, saying: "Are these market hooligans and pickled people worth killing themselves?"

The heart roared in affirmation: "It's not worth it, kill them and dirty your own hands." ”

In the pride and pity in his heart, Han Xian chose to show mercy to his subordinates.

Let's ask in Han Xian's heart, is it arrogant or merciful.

These, Han Xian, who was holding his head on the ground and pretending to be in pain at the moment, must have been difficult to judge by himself, but the 'Demon Knife' in the Sojourn and Star Chart was indeed the same as a mirror in his heart.

"Hmph, Buddha, you are really a thief, the immeasurable bodhichitta of great compassion is broken, and you still want to resurrect it, do you think I am dead?"

The demon knife asked himself, but the sneering declaration of war.

From the heart of the demon sword, there is no distinction between cultivating and not cultivating in the world, no matter who he is, whether he is a Taoist peddler or a pawn, or a powerful person who penetrates the heavens and the earth, he who offends himself should die.

Because they have sinned against themselves.

Although the demon knife is hidden in Han Xian's star map, Han Xian is still Han Xian.

It will always be Han Xian.

It was my own choice to passively accept the baptism of my fists, and because of the pride and pity in my heart, I had to bother to whitewash these hooligans.

Whitewash how powerful their fists are.

"Bang, bang, bang~~. ”

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts~~~. ”

The eyes of the inner and outer three layers were all in their own sighs, and they used their eyes to laugh and cry out for Han Xian.

Ten fists, ten legs, but the fists are to the flesh, the legs and legs are not empty, every inch is to Han Xian's meat, what is the heart-warming fist, what is the sweeping leg, what is the yin foot.

Do whatever it takes.

Over time, this fist and kick feast made these spectators who shouted pain with their eyes feel tired, and the five ruffians who danced to their heart's content were already sweating.

"Puff, puff~~. ”

Rapid breathing with short weakness, their tickling of Han Xian finally ended.

Dead?

These pickled people don't care about this, they originally wanted to gamble their lives and want to sell Han Xian for a good price, but now, this skin is miserable, who would want it, this can only be blamed on themselves, they didn't hold back their anger for a while, and a good deal was so bad.

"Hey~~. ”

Wu Sheng sighed viciously and stretched out his blood-stained red hand, dragging Han Xian's flesh and skin like rotten paper, and threw it lightly on the street.

"Bang~. ”

The light paper fell to the ground as loud as a dead dog, like a stray homeless dead dog falling to the ground with a humble wail.

Han Xian threw his feet on all fours, kissed the dirt with his face and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, hey. ”

How many people laughed.

How many people are laughing on this street, there are dead dogs lying outside this Fortune Pavilion every day, and they can pour out a different posture every time.

For example, this time, this afterlife can come out completely, which is really terrifying.

"Gamblers who deserve to be ignorant and seek to get something for nothing have a natural deserve today, and the bad street is the fate they deserve. ”

The spitting had already crushed the ridicule.

The people on the street laughed, they were numb after laughing, they were even more numb after spitting, and in the numbness and even more numbness, the street chose to bypass Han Xian's body and continue to flow of people.

As for whether the people in the middle of the street are dead or alive, aren't they all the gamblers who brought it upon themselves?

Heaven and earth have a fate, life and death are up to him, and he deserves to die.

Although the sound of thin footsteps bypassed Han Xian, it was indeed unintentional to step on the backbone.

It was they who were laughing at their fake compassion, Han Xian didn't regret not fighting back at all, but he did regret that he had whitewashed himself into mud.

Isn't it okay to run if you don't fight back?

Well, Han Xian, who fell into the dust and breathed in the scorching heat, regretted it, and the rumbling of his stomach at this moment was like a thousand instructions: 'It's better to be less messy like this.' ’

Did you write it down?

Han Xian, who didn't want to get up, wrote it down profoundly.

But the reality is more that the prodigal son turned back and left no one behind.

Are there still good people in this indifferent world, will this long street really let Han Xian rot on the street like this, and he won't be afraid of smelling himself?

Is it written in the numbness that indifference is the only style in this world?

No!

There are still good people in this world.

The prodigal son turned back and some people were impressed.

The uncle of the vendor who sold oil cakes in Wancheng Tongxiang pushed the cart and passed by Han Xian's side, and he was already sad after just one glance, and he didn't know how many times it was.

Sigh: "Hey, the mass grave outside the city is about to add a new soul." ”

This man stretched out a pair of calloused hands and grabbed Han Xian's body, of course, he wanted to drag Han Xian out of the city for burial.

"Uncle is slow, not dead yet. "The sound is crisp, just crawling out of hell.

"Uh~~. ”

Uncle Oil Cake was shocked and happy.

Of course, what was shocking was that Han Xian's sudden voice was like a corpse, happy, of course, Han Xian was still alive, and the hand that stopped in the air was changed to support.

Han Xian, who just perfectly cooperated with the bad guys to do evil, should be perfectly cooperating with the good guys to do good at this moment.

The redness, swelling and bruise on his face are telling the good people about the residual pain of his fists and feet, and his trembling body is telling Uncle Oil Cake that this meal is really uncomfortable.

"Hey, let's see if you still gamble. ”

Although it was a reproach, the uncle's face was full of kindness.

Han Xian gritted his teeth obediently and promised firmly: "No, no, I won't dare next time." ”

This is the inevitable question that ordinary people inadvertently ask: "Do you have a home in the next life?"

This kind uncle is asking if Han Xian has a home?

Han Xian was stupid, asking how to answer, and shouted this 'yes' ten thousand times in his heart, firm and sonorous, but this bruised and bloated mouth really couldn't make a sound.

Asked: 'Do you have a home?'

I Han first had a home, and I really have a home and can't go back.

This choked sigh was not fake, it was really coming out of his heart, Han Xian didn't dare to answer.

The uncle said, "Hey, go to my house for a while." ”

His heart was choked, and Han Xian still didn't answer, but this kind uncle was already pushing the cart with one hand and helping Han Xian to go to his house with the other.

Walk, walk, and go home.

Walk, walk, and get home.

Han Xianyi, who was gradually coming home, didn't need to be supported, and even more retreated the bruises on his face in the squeaky surprise of the kind uncle.

The tile house was warm, and Han arrived home first.

The wine is down, the delicious rice is enough, and in the conversation, the smile is open, the joy is Han Xian's face, the warm is Han Xian's tired heart, the kind is the uncle's face, and the sigh is the uncle's benevolent heart.

Kindly and earnestly instructed, always do not forget to give careful advice.

Han Xian kept saying that he would not forget.

At night, when he arrived at home, it was his home, although the bed was warm, but his eyes were dark and he couldn't sleep, his heart was asking, and he was shouting over and over again: "I can only go home when I am still alive." ”

There are too many coincidences in this world, and there are also those who like to make coincidences.

"Ding, Ding, Ding~~~"

In the dark night, the overhead tiles move lightly, and the wind drifts by?