The spiritual cultivator wanted to be quiet and drink a jar of wine easily, but it backfired and the troubles were one after another.

Lingxiuzi didn't know where he had provoked him, so he asked, "Hey, I've been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, but it's the first time I've met someone as direct as you. However, I have no grievances with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why do you want to kill me?"

Fang Yu's right hand was propped up on the table, his right hand was half clenched into a fist, against half of his cheek, and a strange expression appeared on his face. He half-squinted his eyes and said very happily: "You are a real strong man, I like you very much, but the more I like you, the more I want to kill you." It's like a lot of people see something they love and can't help but want to destroy it. ”

After speaking, Fang Yu looked at him meaningfully, quietly waiting for what kind of reaction he would make.

Is it horror, surprise, or disgust?

Surprisingly, the spiritual son's mood did not go as he expected.

Lingxiuzi nodded, picked up a small bowl from the table, filled the small bowl with wine, and solemnly handed it to him with one hand.

Instead of feeling any discomfort emotionally, Ling Xiuzi said quite agreeably: "I understand this feeling, just like every time you meet a cute kitten or puppy, the closer you get to it, the more you can't help but want to kill it." But I'm just thinking about it, and I don't really do it. ”

"Thank you!" Fang Yu took the wine bowl, he didn't expect that he would meet such a fellow practitioner in the world. At this point, he was even more excited, and said even more impatiently: "After drinking this bowl of wine, let's start fighting to our heart's content, shall we?"

Fang Yu thought that the other party had accepted his challenge, but what Lingxiu saw was his arrogance and arrogance.

Lingxiuzi touched the bowl in his hand with the wine jar, took a big sip of wine, and asked angrily, "Well, I'm not a cat or a puppy, how are you going to kill me?"

Fang Yu took a sip of wine, he put the wine bowl on the table, he snapped his fingers and creaked, he didn't expect the other party to provoke him with such an understatement.

His whole body was boiling with blood, and he sat upright, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

"Okay, after drinking this bowl of wine, let's start fighting to our heart's content!"

Fang Yu didn't answer his question, and then Lingxiu Zi knew that the other party had made a mistake. He just wanted to know what was going on, but the other party saw his behavior as a challenge.

Oops, that's not good!

Lingxiuzi was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help muttering, he had no reason to fight him, he didn't want to fight him. However, for a while, he didn't know how to avoid this battle.

The spiritual cultivator held the wine jar in his right hand, and he poured wine into his mouth violently.

Grunt...

The more you drink, the more energetic you get, and the more you drink, the more sober you become.

In a few moments he had finished the jar. He placed the empty jar upside down on the table, he took a deep breath, seemed to have made up his mind, and asked very nervously, "I'm not a person who is afraid of death, but I just don't want to die in vain." Even if you kill me, what will you gain?"

Fang Yu knew that the battle he had been waiting for for a long time was about to start, he raised his hand to pick up the wine bowl in front of the table, raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Fang Yu also slammed the empty wine bowl back on the table, and he said very affectionately: "Thank you, I will always remember you, you have been here in my life." ”

Lingxiuzi was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that someone could talk about killing people so easily, and say it so literarily. But he can't die yet, at least not until he drinks all the best wine on earth. Lingxiuzi got up, burped a wine, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I can't die yet, I still have a lot of good wine to drink." ”

Fang Yu got up and left the table, he felt his heart beat faster, and blood rushed back and forth throughout his body.

His voice trembled slightly, and a little sweat had begun to break out in his palms.

Fang Yu clasped his hands in front of his chest and said humbly: "Okay, you can make a move first!"

Lingxiu looked at him excitedly, like seeing a little child, eager to start playing his favorite game.

It's not an easy game, it's a life-threatening matter.

The spiritual cultivator staggered to his feet, and after the conversation just now, he finally knew what the other party's purpose was, and why he did it.

The spiritual cultivator knows that such a person is the most difficult to deal with, and he will not give up until he reaches his goal. But he really didn't want to fight him, and he burped and let out a long breath.

At this critical juncture of life and death, at this critical moment, a past incident flashed in his mind.

In the past, when he was traveling in all directions, he passed by a small hill and accidentally bumped into a possum.

When the opossum saw that he could not dodge, he spasmed his hands and feet, fell to the ground, and died in a short time.

But when the spiritual cultivator turned to leave, and walked a few meters away, the opossum got up again, climbed up the tree quickly, and slipped back to his hut.

Thinking of this, the spiritual cultivator couldn't help but have a plan.

Lingxiu stumbled two steps forward, and he suddenly clutched his chest, his expression was extremely painful, and the forehead on his face was wrinkled, and the wrinkles were as clear and tortuous as the bark of an old tree.

His mouth was wide open, his nose was wide open, his face was uplifted, and the shape of his face changed in an instant.

He was sweating profusely and fell to the ground with a thud.

The spiritual son fell to the ground, and his mouth began to murmur softly. His lips began to tremble slightly, his hands began to tremble slightly, and his feet began to tremble slightly.

His body twitched and shook on the ground, as if he had been electrocuted.

Baa !!!

He made several strange noises from his mouth, which turned out to be indistinguishable from the cry of a sheep.

The spiritual son's mouth was wide open, and white foamy saliva kept coming out of his mouth.

Lingxiuzi's tongue stuck out of his mouth uncomfortably, his eyes closed and his head crooked, his hands and feet gradually stopped twitching, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and in less than a stick of incense, he actually passed away like this.

Fang Yu was stunned at first, he didn't expect such an accident to happen halfway.

Fang Yu slowly walked up to him, and he leaned over to examine his body seriously.

Fang Yu pulled his right hand, and his five fingers gently touched his pulse, his pulse had stopped beating.

Fang Yu didn't give up, pinched his fingers, reached out to probe his snort, and his snort was gone.

Fang Yu really didn't believe that such a thing could happen, he pinched his fingers again and reached out to press his neck. The carotid artery also stopped beating.

Is he really dead?

Fang Yu had also heard of a strange disease called epilepsy. It comes out of nowhere, and it kills people in the cold.

Fang Yu's heart was full of resentment, and the expectations he had just been full of interest were instantly disappointed.

Fang Yu's right hand pressed against his chest, and his heart stopped beating.

Fang Yu angrily grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.

"Hmph, I know you're playing dead, take my punch!"