When Ning Que woke up, he found himself lying on a cold and hard stone bed, except for the fence, the walls, tables and chairs were also made of stone. He felt that the layout of this room was a little familiar, and after seeing the extremely small stone window, he remembered that this should be the secluded pavilion in the cliff of Taoshan, he had looked inside from the other end of the stone window, and now Chen Pipi had escaped, but the prisoner had been replaced by himself.

Tong Guò perceived, he confirmed that his snow mountain qi sea had been locked by Sang Sang with incomprehensible means, at this time he was inferior to ordinary people, and it was impossible to escape from prison, so he no longer looked at the seemingly thin wooden fence, and looked at the narrow sky outside the stone window and was silent for a long time.

He was very tired at this time, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and what he needed most was rest, but he couldn't sleep, because although his body seemed to be intact, the pain he had suffered in the Temple of Light was still clearly in his body.

His arms rested on the stone bed, not daring to make any movement, Rao was like this, still trembling slightly in pain, and the back hall where it came into contact with the stone bed was even more painful.

The pain kept him from resting, so he had to spend time thinking, and unfortunately, the results of his thoughts did not give him the slightest comfort.

In the academy's plan, he first cried to defeat Sangsang, or control Zhanzhì Sangsang, and then took her out of the Xiling Palace and returned to Chang'an City, because only she could truly repair the Shocking Array.

Before coming to Momoyama, he knew that this war with Haotian was very difficult to fight, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult to this kind of process, so painful that he couldn't even complete the first step.

This does not mean that there is a problem with the academy's plan, the grand apocalypse on the front lawn of Taoshan has proved that only Ning Que can have a chance to defeat Haotian in the world.

The problem is that no one has any experience in this war between heaven and man, and Ning Que and his senior brothers and sisters have been planning in the academy for several months, and they have calculated all kinds of details, but they have not calculated that the level difference between Haotian and humans is too big, so big that the natal connection cannot be completely controlled.

Fortunately, the academy did not fail, as long as Ning Que was alive, he would have a chance to seek victory in a desperate way, and this war between heaven and man had entered a period of strategic stalemate, so it would be up to him to find a way to break the situation first.

Ning Que didn't know how long he had been in a coma, what had happened in the outside world during this time, and after making sure that no one would come to interrogate him, he closed his eyes and began to recall the stories that happened during that long night in the Temple of Light, those bloody and cruel pictures, and did not let go of any details.

He was subjected to inhuman torture that night, and even thinking about it makes him feel physically and mentally cold, but he still insists on remembering, not because he has masochistic tendencies, but because he wants to learn.

The invisible blades that Sangsang landed on him were the most basic use of spatial rules, and every time she hurt him, it was actually a precious education.

The runes that Ning Que mastered, whether they were two-character characters or righteous characters, were all in the realm of space, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity to learn the rules of space from Haotian in person.

He still had the residual pain of those cuts in his body, and his consciousness was still a little foggy, but he closed his eyes and began to keep recalling, constantly learning - never missing any opportunity to learn, being able to find the possibility of improving himself from failure and pain, this is what makes him really powerful.

He closed his eyes and kept recalling how he felt at that time, recalling the laws of spatial cutting that he had memorized with flesh and pain, his fingers trembling slightly on the stone bed, as if they were shaking unconsciously, but in fact they were constantly scribbling runes.

Ning Que lay on the stone bed for a long time, the sky outside the stone window was darkened, and someone brought water and simple food on the way, but other than that, nothing happened.

The sound of water in his belly woke him up from his contemplation, and he looked at the quiet cell, and once again reconstructed his consciousness, confirming that the power of his two characters and the righteous characters had increased, his eyes were slightly bright, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he showed a satisfied smile, thinking that suffering was not all without benefit.

He sat up with difficulty, stood up on the stone bed, and with such a simple movement, he felt as if the flesh on his body was about to crack again, and his painful legs shook a little.

He walked over to the stone table and began to eat in silence, he did not know how long this war would last, then he had to make sure that he had to live, and he had to live strongly.

Even if it's such a thing as sexual immorality, it takes strength.

The rice in the bowl was white rice, covered with green vegetables and tofu, and there was no oil splash in sight, but he didn't feel unpalatable, and chewed it slowly, as if it was the best meal that the teacher brought him to eat back then.

A bowl full of food went into his belly, and when the hunger was gone, his energy was restored, and he even felt that even the pain on his body had become much lighter.

After eating, he naturally wanted to drink some water, Ning Que picked up the bowl of water, raised it to his lips, and was about to drink it, when he suddenly thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The pain struck again, even more intensely than before.

With a slightly trembling hand, he slowly put the bowl back on the stone table, and with great difficulty he stood up on the table and moved to the toilet in the corner of the cell.

The toilet bowl was clean, with only a shallow layer of clear water, like a mirror.

He stood in front of the toilet bowl and looked at the haggard face reflected in the water, and was silent for a long time.

He didn't untie his belt, he didn't do anything, and after standing in a daze for a long time, he retreated to the edge of the stone bed with great difficulty, and sat down slowly.

The moment his buttocks came into contact with the cold stone bed, his face suddenly became a little distorted, and the extreme pain welled up between his legs, even making him almost faint.

He gasped in pain, and it was only after a long time that he finally got used to the pain, and became a little calmer, but his chest was still rising and falling, because of fear, and because of anger.

His body, without unbuttoning the belt of his trousers, could clearly see what had changed, he looked down between his legs,

A little confused, he said, "Can it grow back?"

After a pause, he said in an accentuated tone, "It must grow back." ”

It's hard to collect the water, it's hard to continue to break the hair, it's hard to break the bear, it's just difficult after all, it's not impossible, it's just that it's not him who decides this matter now, but her in the Temple of Light.

He was silent for a long time and suddenly thought it was funny, so he laughed, but after a while, the smile on his face became very bleak, because it was really not funny.

She in the Temple of Light has no human affection, and she has no mercy for him, because she is Haotian, not Sangsang, only the pain between her legs at this time makes him believe that he can still have a chance to win, but this chance of victory is so painful, so unbearable, so miserable, no man is willing to bear this price.

Since such a heavy price has been paid, there must be something in return.

Ning Que looked at the night outside the stone window, thinking back to the pain at that time, and a spiritual light gradually appeared in the sea of consciousness, and the imaginary symbol actually had a bit of indescribable divine beauty.

This is a critical point in time for his cultivation, and if he can comprehend Haotian's application of the basic rules of space, he will be able to take a big step forward on the road of writing human characters.

Since Haotian cut off his humanity, he could only write this word himself. At that moment, a sudden fog poured in from the stone window.

Ning Que's pupils shrank. He once explored the secluded pavilion at night, knowing that there were countless unwanted injustices of the Xiling Temple in the clouds and mist between the cliffs for countless years, even if he was in the Quanwei period, he could not resist, and he had to rely on the moonlight, not to mention that at this time, his snow-capped mountain qi sea was locked and had become a waste.

The damage caused by these night fogs was secondary, the key was that he was meditating on the Fu Dao at this time, and if he missed this opportunity, no one knew when the next opportunity would appear.

Of course, he knew that this must have been the means she had sensed the changes in the Hidden Chamber1, otherwise the night fog would not have been able to enter the cell.

"You've made me like this, what more do you want!"

Ning Que looked at the direction of the Bright Temple at the top of the peak, and shouted angrily: "If you dare to touch my finger again, I will die for you!

As he shouted angrily, he gestured a middle finger at the summit.

He knew that Sangsang understood what this middle finger meant.

He only has his middle finger left. But he forgot that Sangsang's understanding of him was not limited to this, and she knew that he would never die until the last moment, at least one finger was not enough to make him commit suicide.

So the wind rose in the cell, the night fog dispersed, and Ning Que's middle finger was broken.

Immediately afterwards, countless thin red lines appeared on his body, and the cruel and bloody Ling Chi picture was staged again, and Ning Que could only express his helplessness with a bleak smile.

The unspeakable pain tormented him until late at night, when his consciousness gradually dissipated, and even the last bit of clarity was clouded and blurred.

Haotian's will is so strong that it cannot be refused, he is falling towards the abyss of surrender, I don't know if it is an instinctive evasion, but the reason why it is too painful, he has a dream.

In the dream, he was sleeping with Sang Sang in his arms, stroking her white lotus-like feet, caressing her plump and soft body, and the wetness touched by his fingertips became thicker and thicker.

In his cell, he lay tossing and turning on a stone bed, unable to sleep in agony, unable to wake up from this dream, and his fingers hanging by the bedside were covered in blood.

On the top of the peach mountain peak above the secluded pavilion, Sangsang in the Temple of Light also had a dream, a beautiful but annoying dream of spring, in which she was very angry.

In the temple, she was lying on the ground tossing and turning, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her thighs tense and tight, her snort gradually sinking, and the flowered green clothes on her body seemed to crack at any moment.

Ning Que in the dream was still in pain, and he felt that he was about to lose it.

He got up from under her and saw her face, not the indifferent face, but the green face, a little dark, very familiar.

She looked at him curiously with her bright flail eyes open.

His mood suddenly became very peaceful, forgetting the pain on his body, slowly bowing his head, kissing her on the lips, and living out.

(The chapter title of this chapter was originally intended to be called: Kiss down, live out, change the lyrics, it's good...... It's starting to break the game, and it's always going to come with a shot. ）