"You all go, I'll insist on it."

Ji Qiu asked Zhu Fanfan and others to tie themselves up strongly.

Ordinary ropes, with Ji Qiu's current strength, can be broken.

But Ji Qiu secretly attached a layer of weak sworn mother water to the inside of the rope.

Can't break it down, not to say, if Ji Qiu forcibly breaks free.

The mother's moisture, which is as thin as a hair, turns into a sharp blade in minutes, which can easily cut through Ji Qiu's skin.

Ji Qiu took everyone away, just to bear it alone, and not to bring negative emotions to the team members.

Under the moonlight, the curled up body trembled.

Ji Qiu clenched his teeth, and wisps of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He wanted to take a puff of cigarette now, but he couldn't.

If it is sucked, all previous efforts are lost.

What's more, Ji Qiu has no cigarettes on him.

Ji Qiu seemed to have lost himself, and an impulse rose in his heart, becoming more and more vigorous.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away......"

Ji Qiu silently recited the simple and easy-to-understand scriptures of ancient times, and every time he opened his mouth, scarlet blood spat out from the corners of his mouth.

However, the desire is infinitely magnified under the moonlight, so large that all thoughts fill the brain.

It's as if there's another self in my heart talking.

"I want a cigarette roll, I want a cigarette roll."

It's like a repeater, repeating a sentence over and over again.

It's terrible, there are no words of any other power.

But it is like a spell, taking root in Ji Qiu's heart.

"No, no."

Ji Qiu cheered himself up, his fists clenched, his nails embedded in the flesh.

Ji Qiu's body tensed, and his muscles bulged.

knew that he would touch the mother water thread, but Ji Qiu couldn't help himself.

Let the body cut the fine lines of the debut.

The pain swept through the body, but it unexpectedly neutralized the temptation of a little cigarette.

In the distance, Qu Mu almost cried: "Master, he's okay." ”

Zhu Fanfan slowly shook his head and said uncertainly: "I have seen this situation in ancient books at home. ”

"It is said that some A-level mortal bodies can't withstand it."

Qu Mu couldn't hold back any longer, and tears crackled and fell.

"What happens if you can't hold on?"

Zhu Fanfan shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Suddenly, the old man's voice sounded.

"Either your mental strength is sluggish, and you will go crazy in the future."

"Either give you a cigarette and be with it from now on."

The old man appeared very suddenly, but no one thought much about it at this time.

Qu Mu cried and pleaded: "Is there a way for the old-timers?" ”

"You can change it, you can use peaches and cosmetics, as long as you help the old man get through."

Zhao Changhe said slowly: "It's useless." ”

"There used to be people who got up at three o'clock in the morning every day to practice swords, and they persevered for sixty years."

"How's that perseverance? After being contaminated with cigarettes, he still didn't make it through. ”

Qu Mu was curious: "What happened later?" ”

Zhao Changhe pouted: "What else, pick up the cigarette and continue to smoke." ”

"Drained all martial arts cultivation, drained all the essence and spirit, and pumped to death."

At this time, Ji Qiu's eyes were filled with smoke.

Like tears, flowing down the corners of your eyes and then into your mouth.

The old man Zhao Changhe sighed: "See, the smoke is condensed by his spiritual power." ”

"He's given up on himself and failed."

"Give him a cigarette, it's better to live a few more days than to go crazy now."

As he spoke, Zhao Changhe took out a white cigarette roll from his pocket.

"The caravan dropped during the day, let's change it to a peach."

"No." Ji Qiu, who was tormenting on the ground, suddenly spit out two words.

Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Good guy, there is still a little will." ”

"Ugh!" Ji Qiu roared in a low voice.

More and more smoke came out of his eyes, enveloping the entire skull.

The shouts grew louder and louder, first filled with desolation, then replaced by arrogance.

Zhao Changhe shook his head: "If you fail, you can choose for yourself, either go crazy or smoke cigarettes." ”

For Ji Qiu, there is no difference between going crazy and dying.

Rather than let him be a living dead without autonomous consciousness now, it is better to survive for a long time.

Zhu Fanfan, Qu Mu and Little White Wolf were each entangled, and then made a decision almost at the same time.

"Changed!"

Zhao Changhe got his wish and got the peaches.

This move is not a trap for Ji Qiu.

To each his own, he just takes what he needs, to a certain extent, it is equivalent to helping Ji Qiu.

Zhao Changhe threw out the cigarette roll and praised it without hesitation.

"You've done a great job, longer than my old friend."

The cigarette roll was thrown in an arc to Ji Qiu's location, when it was still in the air.

Ji Qiu's body suddenly burst out with fire attributes, and the scorching heat was extremely intense.

Instantly wrap the cigarette in it and burn cleanly.

Ji Qiu let out a low roar with difficulty: "No, I'd rather go crazy than be a slave to cigarettes." ”

Liu Changhe didn't understand Ji Qiu's behavior, and scolded angrily.

"Young people don't know how thick the sky is, so you have a hard mouth."

"Without cigarettes, the gods are difficult to save, which is equivalent to madness."

The old man really had no choice but to run back to his resting place and witness the price of the young man's impulsiveness.

After Ji Qiu was stimulated by the cigarette, it seemed to add a handful of dry wood to the flame of desire, and it burned brightly.

The smoke condensed by the spiritual power in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and there was a lot of it.

For a long, long time, Ji Qiu's entire body was wrapped in smoke, like a spring silkworm.

The smoke was originally the embodiment of Ji Qiu's spiritual power.

Others, unable to probe with mental power.

Liu Changhe kept shaking his head in the distance: "It's a pity, it's a good seedling, and it's ruined like this." ”

Then, Liu Changhe used Ji Qiu as negative material.

said to Zhao Luan Luan: "You listen to me, you can let you go crazy and make trouble, or you can pull my beard." ”

"Cigarettes must not be touched, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind."

Zhao Luanluan's eyes stood up, and he asked back: "Why is it a polite method?" ”

Zhao Changhe's momentum plummeted: "What do you think, now it's a discussion about not touching cigarettes." ”

Zhao Changhe taught his granddaughter hard until the little girl fell asleep.

When I turned my head, the smoke was still lingering, and it was silent.

He was faintly a little strange: "Hey, this kid is a bit of a doorway." ”

However, Zhao Changhe knows the domineering of cigarettes and doesn't think that anyone in this world can resist it.

However, after dawn, Zhao Changhe fell into a deep entanglement.

"Could I have misunderstood perseverance?"

Ji Qiu also asked Zhu Fanfan and others to redefine what perseverance is.

When everyone was not optimistic, after the smoke around Ji Qiu cleared, he simply had breakfast and continued to practice boxing.

Zhu Fanfan and the others who were watching were blinded on the spot.

After a while, Qu Mu ran over happily: "Master, are you okay?" ”

Ji Qiu shook his head: "No, I just survived the first day." ”

"After that, I practiced boxing during the day and endorsed books, and tied myself up at night."

The desert is aimless, and the concept of time is extremely vague.

Unconsciously, Ji Qiu was getting closer and closer to a million punches.

Zhao Changhe has been following behind Ji Qiu's team.

The first night shocked Ji Qiu's perseverance, and then numb.

Every night, Ji Qiu was surrounded by smoke, and after dawn, he looked like no one was fine.

And then in the end, Zhao Changhe was shaken, and he was shaken.

He found Haoran Qi in Ji Qiu's fist.