Li Daochong snorted, and a dark energy poured into his body, his chest was stuffy, and his brain was dizzy.

"Scum, if you don't want to die, stay away from Qiao Ximo, otherwise, your fate will be worse than your father, oh yes, that Kanu girl I think she looks quite smart, quite in line with the appetite of this young master, you must taste it if you have the chance." Zhan Honglie helped Li Daochong up, lowered his head and put his mouth in his ear, and said in a low voice, his tone full of disdain.

"You ......" As soon as Li Daochong spit out a word, another dark energy surged in, his chest was tight and he was short of breath and couldn't speak.

"Learn from your father, you have to slip away when it's time to slip away, after all, you can stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood to burn, dead scum." Zhan Honglie scoffed.

Li Daochong endured the pain, looked at Zhan Honglie levelly, and did not speak with an expressionless face.

"Give you a week to announce the dissolution of your marriage contract with Qiao Ximo, and I will give you a benefit fee of 500,000 federal coins at that time, if I don't hear the relevant news within a week, don't blame me for being unkind to you." Zhan Honglie said coldly.

After speaking, Zhan Honglie pushed Li Daochong away, snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Li Daochong staggered a few steps, his left arm hanging and unable to move, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

Is this the sixth layer of Qi refining?

Sure enough, it is not at the same level, the gap is too big, and now he has no power to resist with Zhan Honglie's real opponent.

Is it a week?

The corners of Li Daochong's lips rose slightly.

Maybe that's enough.

Li Daochong dragged his dislocated arm out of the school gate, and casually found a small hospital to pick it up, but the dislocated part was always a little diaphragmatic, not as flexible as before.

Li Daochong immediately realized that Zhan Honglie had made a secret move for himself, but he was afraid that the dislocation of the shoulder joint was not as simple as it seemed.

Li Daochong didn't have time to go to the big hospital to diagnose his injuries, so he went home first, took the bone cleaver, and drove his dilapidated Lingfu broken truck towards the dungeon.

On the way, Li Daochong's expression was frozen, and the labor pain from the shoulder joint became stronger and stronger every time, and it seemed that there was a possibility of dislocation again at any time.

At this moment, going to the dungeon Li Daochong is basically a mechanical action, and he has thought about going to the dungeon this afternoon to see if he can find a way to buy low-grade ghosts.

But after being intercepted by Zhan Honglie halfway and suffering a secret loss, Li Daochong found that the gap between them was much bigger than he imagined.

Even if you have a blood upgrader, the necessary condition for upgrading is to absorb the ghosts, but where can you find so many ghosts? The more you go on, the more soul power you need to absorb, the more exponentially it will rise.

Li Daochong felt that he could not see hope, could not see the light, and his mood was extremely low.

Maybe everything went too smoothly a few days ago, and I thought I was at ease, but when I met Zhan Honglie, I found that the gap was not ordinarily big.

If you can't even deal with Zhan Honglie, you still have to investigate your father's affairs? Not to mention being the strongest monk, isn't this a pipe dream?

Li Daochong felt that he was ridiculous, he didn't even take Zhan Honglie in his eyes before, in fact, people can poke themselves to death with one finger.

Li Daochong was a little confused for a while, and he couldn't find his direction, and the pain from the shoulder joint constantly stimulated his pain nerves, devouring and crushing the softness in his heart.

A Zhan Honglie is so difficult to deal with, not to mention those who framed his father, he can frame the Jindan period monk, the strength can be imagined, and the group of suspicious guys from the Federal Security Agency are also staring at themselves, they think that Li Tianyang must know the inside story of his escape.

But Li Daochong really didn't know anything.

The three forces are stronger than the other, one is more terrible than the other, and he is just a stupid boy who has been abandoned by his family, what can he do to fight with others?

Li Daochong felt that a hungry dragon was looking down at him, and the bloody mouth was opening little by little, about to devour itself.

A piercing, shrill whistle sounded.

Li Dao rushed back to his senses, and several Lingfu cars were speeding towards him, and when he saw that he was about to collide, he shook the joystick violently, instigated, and avoided it in a thrilling way.

Li Daochong let out a cold sweat, he was killed just now, and the shoulder pain became intense, and he had to land the Lingfu pickup truck and dock it.

Whew.

Li Daochong gasped for breath, lying on his back in his seat and closing his eyes, his nervousness made him feel very tired.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Li Daochong found that he was no longer on the Lingfu car, but returned to the room where he had spent countless nights typing on the keyboard programming code.

On the facing wall, a line of large letters written in a marker pen was facing him.

'People have to have some pursuits and dreams in life, otherwise they are just a walking manure machine. ’

The line of words turned into shape at this point, and there were bursts of laughter.

"Quack, are you afraid of such a little difficulty? Don't you want to be the strongest monk? Forget it, don't be it, let's be a manure machine, at least don't have to face difficulties. ”

"Quack, you're a walking manure machine."

"Nope." Li Daochong roared and shouted, "I'm not. ”

Li Daochong opened his eyes suddenly, and he was still sitting in the seat of the Lingfu pickup truck, which was parked next to a rice field.

A red-oiled pig is humming and eating weeds on the edge of the field.

Burst! Burst!

The fat-headed and fat-brained red oily pig pooped while eating, just fertilizing the rice field.

The two agricultural cultivators came out of the rice field with a smile, and one of them said, "This one is fat and thick, and it can be slaughtered." ”

"Yes, yes, that's it." The other nodded.

Two agricultural cultivators tied a rope to the head of the red oil-haired pig and pulled it back.

The red-oiled pig snorted and chirped and was still eating, not knowing that his time of death had come, so he lowered his head and continued to eat weeds, passing through the field and pulling a bubble of down.

Nong Xiu dragged the pig onto an agricultural spirit float in the field, and then there was a scream, and soon it quieted down, and the minced flesh and blood came out from the other side.

Eat, drink, and sleep, and then be slaughtered.

Confused, don't think about the future, don't look for the future, just wait to be slaughtered.

The life of the manure machine is over.

Li Daochong, who happened to see the entire slaughtering process, was stunned, and in an instant, the whole person suddenly brightened, his fists clenched involuntarily, and his cold eyes suddenly exuded a touch of firmness that he had never felt before.

"I'm not a manure maker." Li Daochong yelled.

When I learned programming by myself, I didn't know anything at first, I was confused, I wandered, and even thought about giving up, but in the end, with the original dream, I must make a mobile game that I want to play the most, and make unremitting efforts to become one of the few top programmers in China.

There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people with hearts, although the words are old, but there are very few people who can do it.

"I wanted to be a programmer back then, but I survived the poverty and whiteness, and now I have a hot-blooded upgrader, but I am still full of confusion about the future with such good conditions, what a bastard." Li Daochong scolded himself in his heart, and started the Lingfu pickup truck and sped towards the dungeon.

At this moment, the Lingfu pickup truck was speeding more smoothly than ever.

Half an hour later, Li Daochong entered the dungeon.

The streets of the dungeon are dark and damp, and the pedestrians on the streets are all cloaked, unwilling to reveal their true colors.

Although Li Daochong came for the second time, he was still very unfamiliar with this place, and walked along the street for some distance before finding a place similar to a market.

There are a lot of vendors here, and a random tarpaulin is spread on both sides of the street, on which many strange items are put for sale, and some are trolleys.

From time to time, there were shouts.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, miss this time and see you next year, three soul crystals, sold at the reserve price, one thousand federal coins."