Chapter 2159

As a result of amnesia, song Shuhang can not remember clearly why there is such a strange Or the cruel throne magic weapon.

The cruelty of this magic weapon of the throne is not against the enemy, but against myself - I am cruel to myself, and this is what I describe.

Song Shuhang can't come and think more.

In a crisis, he instinctively sacrificed the magic weapon of the throne.

Intuition told him This is a magic weapon for the throne. It can be used. In the practice world, the longer the strange magic weapons are, the more interesting they are, or have special uses.

As long as this throne can help himself with a hole in his chest and a little fairy who has lost his heart, he has nothing to hesitate about!

Facing the thorns of the throne, song Shuhang did not hesitate.

Anyway He has armor!

There are precious Armor Padded, these bone spines, not for fear.

A moment later.

"Hissing, hissing, hissing," the king sat on the throne, constantly pumping air.

Wave after wave of intense pain, as if the waves hit.

The bitterness of it can't be described to outsiders.

While enduring the pain, he held the little fairy in his arms and observed her state.

The effect of this throne is very strong!

Originally lost the heart, almost comatose little fairy, the state stabilized.

Song Shuhang himself is the same, the feeling of air leakage in his chest disappeared, no longer cold.

They sat on this terrible throne, motionless.

"What is this throne At this time, the long white sister asked in a voice.

"I don't know, I just know it can come in handy. As a matter of fact, when I sat on this throne, my injuries stopped Song Shuhang spoke.

This throne has the function of "hanging one's life".

No matter how big the injury is, as long as you sit on it, you can hold a breath.

"Me too." Su's sixteen ways, although she sat on Ba song's body, the hanging effect of the throne also affected her Maybe it's because she occupies a small area and is regarded as "one person" when she sits with BA song?

"The only problem is, I can't stand up now." Song Shuhang said in a deep voice. As long as you leave this tyrannical throne, the effect of death will be lost.

He's OK. The hole in his chest is recovering at a slow rate. Should this be the self-healing effect of several body quenching exercises he brought with him?

But there was no sign of recovery in her heart.

When the hole in his chest grew well, the fairy could only sit on the throne alone.

"Anyway, get out of this damn space first." Song Shu waterway.

As long as you can hang a breath, out of this space, and then think of a way to cure the heart of the fairy.

White dragon sister replied: "if you want to leave, there may be another step."

I vaguely remember that there should be a very important link after the completion of the eight grade Xuansheng robbery.

"There are more steps? Is it not over yet Song Shuhang frowned and thought White strip sister said this, he vaguely remembered, it seems that there are really follow-up steps.

It should be a very popular link.

"In my vague memory, the next step should be the harvest, which will not be too dangerous." Sister Bai Long scratched her chin with her little claws - as long as she didn't die.

"When will the next link come?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Wait, don't worry." The white dragon elder sister replies.

Song Shuhang grinds his teeth: "I'm not so anxious, it's just a little prickly."

The throne under him constantly inflicts pain on him.

This is the price of death.

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The waiting time is long.

When playing games or entertainment, an hour passes in the blink of an eye. But when waiting, a minute is as long as an hour.

Song Shuhang was sitting on the throne of cruel pain, bearing waves of pain.

The guy who invented this throne is absolutely twisted!

If you hang your life on the throne, you have to suffer all the time. At the end of the day, there are several people who can bear the pain all the time!

When I was thinking about this

Song Shuhang is suddenly frightened to find that his body is adapting to this kind of pain.

Accept the pain, adapt to the pain.

Then, ignore the pain!

Although I knew from the beginning that I was very tolerant of pain. But this ability to accept and adapt to pain is too exaggerated, right? 】Song Shuhang's heart was filled with a sense of uneasiness.

What kind of man was he before he lost his memory?

Why is there such a strong ability to adapt to pain?

This is no longer the ability that pure "defense MT" monks can explain.Even with the passage of time, song Shuhang found more terrible things.

He Start to enjoy the pain.

The tingling sensation on the cruel throne gradually transformed into a kind of "massage" feeling.

His muscles began to release signals to the brain, such as "sour, horse killing chicken, massage technology first-class".

It's like a cruel chair.

This is definitely not a normal ability! 】Song Shuhang was a little flustered.

This ability is likely to make people misunderstand him.

Therefore, we must not let xiaoxianzi and her sister with a long white scarf find that he is "enjoying the pain".

At the thought of this, song Shuhang took a breath of air from time to time and let out a scream of "hissing to hissing.".

Every time he took a breath of air-conditioner and screamed, the fairy's empty heart would cool down.

The fairy reached out and grasped song Shuhang's hand tightly.

"Hiss ~", song Shuhang took a breath of cool air at the right time.

Behind him, the lexicon of merit, virtue, snake and beauty is quietly updated.

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Then, I don't know how long it took.

Song Shuhang's consciousness is a little confused.

Massage chair function is excellent, first class.

Press it and you're sleepy.

When the sleepiness surged up, he couldn't even play the "hissing" sound.

His head leaned back against the blades of two sharp black knives.

At this time, the effect of quenching will come out.

Head iron.

The sharp blade of black knife can not hurt song Shuhang's scalp.

In this way, he fell asleep.

Elder sister Bai Long:

You are "hissing"!

You're still hissing!

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Floating life is like a dream, if a dream is not a dream. What about floating life? Dream like dream.

Song Shuhang found himself in a huge whirlpool.

There is an upside down staircase in the whirlpool, which seems to be a world in the mirror.

A familiar place.

After a little thought, he jumped into the whirlpool with a slight leap.

After entering the whirlpool, the overhanging staircase becomes a huge pyramid.

Song Shuhang went up along the long steps.

A wooden door appeared in front of him.

A very common wooden door, without any decoration, or even any runes or carvings.

Song Shuhang reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

"Here you are." Behind the door, a three eyed teenager said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you to come back. Come on, next, enter the long lost gambling program and gamble on everything."

Gambling?

Gambling is not a good thing.

"Excuse me, goodbye." Song Shuhang clasped his fist, turned around and took the wooden door.

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