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"Is that so?" the golden robe's eyes were blank, and his forehead and palms were sweaty.

I'm afraid that it will be so late.

"I was ......" The golden-robed Taoist's lips trembled slightly, what was he thinking at the time?

He couldn't remember, he just remembered that he was angry, very angry.

The breeze floated in Tsing Yi, and the fine needles of cow hair passed through the cloud sleeves of Tsing Yi brought up by the wind, and one by one they penetrated into the cloth eyes and disappeared, and the rain was really fine.

Shiji's five fingers opened, grabbed a handful of rain silk, and pulled out of the sky like a cocoon, light and rain, there was light, and there were rain wires.

"At a special time, under a special environment, people will make completely different choices, for example, what if a soldier who has just died in battle, a saint standing in front of them? Standing opposite them is the enemy, and they will not be afraid, because they are not even afraid of death. Are ants afraid of saints? are they not afraid, are mortals afraid of saints? they are not afraid, they are afraid of our ......."

"We, immortal immortals, ants scold saints, will the saints be angry? No, mortals will scold the saints, will the saints punish them? No, even low-level immortals, the saints will not deal with them, because the ignorant are fearless, there is no reason to talk about, and we can't understand it, but we, the immortals, can you scold it?"

"Why don't you try?" the golden-robed Taoist said angrily, Shi Ji's truth is very small, very small, but very long, from ants, to mortals, to immortals, to immortals, to saints, a very long truth.

There aren't many people who can catch it.

Shi Ji smiled and let go of a handful of light rain, there was an extra drop of water in her palm, crystal clear, rolling around, like a pearl on a jade plate, like morning dew on a lotus leaf, it was cute.

"It's time for you to heal. Shi Ji spoke.

"I can't die. "The golden-robed Taoist has the meaning of breaking the jar and breaking it.

Shi Ji bowed his head to express his agreement.

The golden-robed Taoist looked wrong, "What do you mean!"

Shi Ji smiled and stretched out two green fingers, comparing one to two, "Two meanings." ”

The golden-robed Daoist looked vigilant, and he had a bad feeling.

"First, you're hard. ”

"What?" the golden-robed Taoist was stunned.

Shi Ji stepped and explained: "Daoist friends, think about it, are you easily injured?"

When the golden-robed Taoist heard this, his face was distorted, and his eyes were not good.

Shi Ji continued to take steps and continued to explain: "In the Lich War, Daoyou was seriously injured, but he didn't die, not only did he not die, but he took half a step forward, achieving the power of heaven and earth, the entire demon clan, and it was you and Bai Ze who broke through after the war. ”

The golden robe opened his mouth, unable to refute.

"Not long after the breakthrough of Daoyou, he was severely beaten by the poor Dao, not only was he injured a lot, but he was also robbed of the golden knife. ”

The corners of the golden robe's mouth twitched.

"Not long after the Taoist friend was injured, he came to the court, and after coming to the court, the Taoist friend kept getting injured and vomiting blood, and the injury did not heal. ”

The golden robe was annoyed and angry, and roared angrily: "What the hell are you going to say?"

Shi Ji's steps are still gentle, and his voice is wind and rain, "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and Taoist friends have a deep fate!"

The golden-robed Taoist almost didn't collapse out of a mouthful of old blood, how did such a heartbreaking paradox come about?

"Bang ......"

The golden-robed Taoist hit the stone table with his forehead, very hard.

I don't know if it's self-harm, or it's protesting.

But Shi Ji didn't care, the slightly warm drop of water in her palm slipped down her fingers, fell into the dirt, and was released by her.

"Wouldn't it be better if fellow Daoists could see injuries as blessings?"

"Bang!"

The Taoist slammed his head on the stone table, and there was no movement.

Shi Ji shook his head and sighed, "It doesn't seem to work. ”