It's been too long, since becoming a ghost hunter, he has experienced countless life and death crises, but Xing Ming recalls that when he was trying to protect the four-year-old Shadai, there was only this one named Dior in front of him. Brando's man.

Only this kind of evenly matched pure physical collision reminded him of the evil ghost who had no blood ghost art and could only fight with him face-to-face.

Defeat him, and then you can protect Sadai behind you!

If you can't defeat or hold off this demon, you can only be killed and eaten with Sadai!

Would you like to?

Grief Mingyu Xingming asked himself.

"Are you willing to be eaten? Shadai is still so young and has a bright future, would you like to be eaten by evil spirits after being eaten yourself? ”

No, of course not.

I was just a blind monk, but I didn't want to be eaten like that.

And with a four-year-old child behind me, I can't die, I have to win!

The evil ghost in the memory coincides with the Dior in front of him, he can't see the appearance, maybe they are completely different, but this undisguised strong desire, hideous laughter, and the same resilience.

Let Xing Ying feel that the evil ghost is resurrected on the person in front of him!

"South! Not! Pander to! Full! Declivity! Buddha! ”

Xing meditated and recited a Buddha name, and every word fell, there was a vigorous surge from the heart, which was the courage and strength to protect happiness.

He wasn't unloading, as if he had returned to the night when he fought the demon.

The two fought fist to fist, not taking a step back, fighting head-on, and behind them were precious treasures they had to protect.

What they want to fight for is not only victory, but also the value of survival.

Relying on the advantage of a little height, as well as the defense and strength of the breath of the rock, the sorrowful Mingyu Xingying also has the capital to exchange injuries for injuries.

And Dior itself has a body that has been warmed by ripples, even if it does not use ripples, it also has a self-healing power and staying power far beyond ordinary people.

In addition, the breath of water is also very suitable for protracted battles, and Dior seems to be more seriously injured, but in fact, the injuries are slowly healing themselves.

It's just that the damage is accumulating, and the advantage of self-healing can't be seen for the time being, and he is suitable for protracted battles, so the two are evenly matched.

The physical fitness of the two is far beyond ordinary people, but they also feel unbearable in this kind of fight without caring about their bodies.

The blood soaked the clothes, and the physical exertion and injuries continued to increase, which did not disrupt the breathing rhythm of the two, and with each gasp, they tried their best to adjust their bodies in order to squeeze out every trace of strength in their bodies and inflict more damage on their opponents.

"No, I'm going to die!"

There was a small voice wailing in Dior's heart, and he kept complaining:

"Why am I doing such a stupid thing! Can't you add some more? What about working on your own? Isn't the source power also earned by his own hard work? Give it up! ”

Dior's eyes blurred for a moment, and he was instantly awakened by a powerful punch from the rock pillar.

The already bruised skin immediately opened an opening, and blood was squeezed out of the flesh.

"Damn! I just want to see my limits, I don't hate adding points, but this must not form a dependence, now there is not even a life and death crisis, you have to rely on adding points to win.

Isn't this the mediocre me I used to be? Is the change I want, the so-called strong, all a joke? If I had to rely on cheating to win in this situation, I would look down on myself!

After all these years of hard work day after day, my mediocre heart has always deeply experienced this feeling of becoming stronger, and I am not satisfied! I want more!

Don't deny yourself! Dior! You can be stronger! ”

There are people, even with physical disabilities, who cannot deny that their hearts are strong.

And for ordinary people like Dior, who were ordinary before, this life has gradually changed from weak to strong, just like turning the trumpet liver into a big trumpet in the game.

This is where the heart grows.

The talent is good, the one who is krypton is a superior family and has congenital conditions, and Dior has a system in this life, and he has installed a plug-in in the game of this life.

He didn't want to rely entirely on this plug-in to become stronger, that would lose a lot of fun, a little talent, a little bit of money given by the Joestar family, relying on the diligence of these eight years, Dio ascended to the first unit of the game of life.

If you use a game as an analogy, he is a player who has both liver, krypton, and a little European energy.

As for the plug-in, that's the European gas explosion table gets, and it won't be annoying, just restrained.

He will work hard within the scope of his efforts, and he will not be stubborn if he can't do it, and he will not hesitate to open the plug-in when it comes to a crisis.

The strength of the body leads to the strength of the mind!

This powerful body has given support to the mind, and over the years, eight years of practice, every effort has been given nourishment to the soul.

That's right, I'm strong! We can't just fall like that!

"Childish! Why not use the source power earned by ability? Are you scared? ”

"Huh!"

Dio sneered, blasted the distracting thoughts in his heart down his fist, and smashed it!

One minute passes, two minutes pass, three minutes passes......

Ten minutes passed!!

These two inhuman existences, physical strength will eventually come to an end, and the longer they last, the greater the advantage over Dior!

And at this time, the heart of the sorrowful island also began to waver!

"Shadai? Haha, joke, is that little girl who accused me of being the murderer? Is this kind of person really worth protecting? ”

Xing Ming recalls that harrowing time, when he was waiting to die in prison, it was......

By the way, it's Yaoya Sanyashiki......

"Ahh Mr. Xingying! ”

Ganlu Temple Mili couldn't help but cover her mouth, she couldn't understand why the two people who had just met hurt each other like this, wouldn't it be good to destroy the ghosts together?

"Ha, you can't do it, Grief Mingyu is in the dark!"

Dior kept adjusting his mentality, and by this time, the two were exhausted, and every punch was a torture of their hearts, and as for the first human limit, they had already crossed it in the battle!

Now, it's time for the second limit!

Naturally, he would not let go of this kind of opportunity for his opponent to be distracted, and his spirit was shocked, and he struggled to press it again.

Each punch increases the damage on the body of the rock pillar!

"Sadai, no, now what I'm going to protect is...

O my family, and all the human beings who are struggling to survive!

Ordinary people have done their best to survive, so how can I give up? ”

Maybe it was Dior's blow, or the cry of the honey glass of the Ganlu Temple, and the sorrowful Ming Yu Xingming understood the existence he wanted to protect now!

"Also, Shadai, is it really accusing me?"

This battle awakened the memories that he had been dusty for many years and did not want to recall for a long time, and Xingming remembered that the usually well-behaved girl, even if she met an evil ghost, she would not think of running for her life alone, but entrusted her life and trust to his little girl Shadai.

"Ahh Really, after death, ghosts will disappear without a trace! What am I grieving alone! ”

The eyes that had been crying for nine years stopped the tears, and he suddenly smiled and read:

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Sentient beings create delusions, and they have hearts from their hearts, so they are always in hell.

However, people's hearts are so wonderful, just an opportunity, Grief Mingyu Xing meditated through everything and let go of the knots in his heart.