Chapter 1395

After one kick, Bodhisattva was stunned.

It's incredible to see ghosts all over your face and eyes.

In fact, she shouldn't have this kind of expression. After she recognized who Yang Xiao was, she should know that she could easily avoid her attack with other people's Kung Fu.

She was in a daze, just unable to accept the fact of habitual thinking.

Yang Xiao is not in a daze.

With a faint smile, Yang Xiao grabbed the foot wrist of the Bodhisattva man with his right hand and shook his arm. The Bodhisattva man, who was more than 1.7 meters tall and more than 60 kilograms plump, flew out like a scarecrow.

Bang!

Bodhisattva hit a tree more than ten meters away. It was almost a bowl of thick tree. She hit it with a click, and the crown of the tree tilted outward.

It didn't matter who the tree was growing there. It was broken by Bodhisattva with his body.

Fortunately, out of instinct protection, she turned around in time and collided with the tree trunk with her left rib when she flew out. She only hurt a few ribs, but avoided the misfortune that when she hit the tree trunk with her back across the waist, her spine would be directly cut off and she would die immediately.

But it also made Bodhisattva faint.

How she hoped to be in a coma for a long time!

unfortunately.

It's also obvious that Yang Xiao has no patience to wait for her to wake up from her coma. She walks slowly to her face and kicks her left foot right at the injury of her ribs.

"Ah

In the hoarse scream, the Bodhisattva, who was completely red, immediately curled up and woke up from the coma.

Almost subconsciously, Bodhisattva just woke up and jumped up.

A foot, but a step ahead, stepped on her face.

Slowly, press down.

Bodhisattva instinctively wants to resist, regardless of pain, with all his strength, to resist the pressure from this foot.

But this beautiful foot is like a mountain. It's useless to let the Bodhisattva fight. His head is only slowly trampled on the ground.

Not on the ground.

It's on a piece of paper.

A good piece of rice paper.

In the moonlight, the Bodhisattva's face was trampled and deformed. He could see two words on the paper: "dragon vein."

"National fortune, dragon pulse?"

Yang Xiao also spoke.

But her voice, with a strong disdain: "ha ha, this should be Hu Mie Tang that guy wrote it? Well, needless to say, these four characters are much better than dog crawling. I can't write without three or five years of hard work. "

There is no doubt that Yang Xiao, who grew up in flaming Valley and studied traditional Chinese skills every day, is much better at appreciating antiques, calligraphy and painting than he LAN Xiaoxin, who should have become a famous contemporary female calligrapher.

In fact, if he had not guessed that the character was written by Hu Mie Tang, Yang Xiao might have appreciated it a little.

After all, she could see that when Lao Hu wrote these four words, it was absolutely the combination of human and pen.

If Lao Hu heard her "appreciation", he would be fuming from his angry nose. He regretted that he didn't take this word away.

"Wishful thinking."

Yang Xiao once again disdained the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the Bodhisattva, said faintly: "you are really brave, dare to fight with me."

Bodhisattva wanted to refute Yang Xiao.

When the dog is in a hurry, he jumps over the wall - no, it should be that no one is willing to wait for death when danger comes.

Why can't she fight back?

But these words, she can only say in the heart.

Because her head was trampled by Yang Xiao, and her charming face was trampled and deformed. There was no room to speak.

Finally, Yang Xiao raised his foot.

Bodhisattva immediately breathed out a long breath and closed her eyes wearily. Her plump, white and tender body was slowly undulating under the dual gaze of the moon and Yang Xiao, proving that she was not dead, but seemed to be asleep.

After giving her a short rest, Yang Xiao began to ask, "your yoga is still very good."

If you were someone else, even Lao Hu, who had just been thrown out by Yang Xiao and smashed on the tree, his ribs would break.

But Bodhisattva was just a little hurt.

This has something to do with her long-term contact with yoga and her soft bones.

If she was allowed to fly to the tree again, she would immediately circle twice on the trunk like a snake.

"Thank you very much."

Bodhisattva man opened his eyes and gave thanks in a low voice with a miserable smile.

Yang Xiao hated why she didn't know how to flatter her just now - so now she can ignore her thanks and still look like a light one: "I want to know why India's tianzhumen don't like Li Nanfang going to that place. Bodhisattva, I hope your answer can satisfy me. "

Yang Xiao had never heard of Tianzhu gate.

Even before tonight, she had never heard of India - not only India, but also America, the world's hegemon.

In her eyes, there is only one country that she needs to remember with her life.

Huaxia.

She didn't know tianzhumen, but now she could speak it out. That's because when Bodhisattva and Lao Hu said those words, she hid nearby and heard a little bit.

Bodhisattva has no confidence and can see the sun tomorrow.

Now that she is dead, why should she answer Yang Xiao's question?

After seeing her laugh, she closed her mouth tightly. Yang Xiao knew what she thought.

She squatted down slowly, looked into the eyes of Bodhisattva, saw the cruel evil, and said softly, "do you think that if you practice yoga since childhood, your body can resist all the pain, and you can carry my torture?"

Indian yoga, in terms of suffering and suffering, is unbelievable.

On the news, from time to time, there will be headlines that a yoga master is buried underground for many days and is still alive after being dug out.

The only thing in the world that can compare with yoga is probably Japanese ninja.

In the process of practicing Ninjutsu, it's like being buried alive. He's used to staying in the dungeon for a long time, but he has nothing to do. He can't practice Kung Fu.

Therefore, Bodhisattva asked herself that, with her attainments in yoga, she could absolutely stand all the torture and keep her mouth shut.

It's a pity.

It was Yang Xiao who wanted to torture her.

After entering the world for more than a year, Yang Xiao no longer played the low-level means that Lin Yiting tried to lead a big wolf dog to take away her innocence as he did last year.

As she thrives, her tormenting Kung Fu keeps pace with the times.

Yang Xiao has medicine.

Bodhisattva is not ill.

You have to take medicine if you're not sick.

When Bodhisattva was fed a pill, his eyes still had a trace of disdain.

Because she was absolutely sure that the pain of swallowing arsenic and rapidly corroding stomach by poison was nothing to her.

incorrect.

It's not that it's nothing.

I should say she doesn't feel it either.

Feign death.

There is a very magical skill in Indian yoga. If you put it in the martial arts novels written by great Xia Jin and others, it will have a very loud name: "guixida, FA."

After the turtle breathing skill is activated, the heart of the Bodhisattva will stop, the blood will be cut off, and the breath will disappear together with the life characteristics.

It's like a dead man.

The dead are not afraid of any pain.

It is absolutely the best result that Bodhisattva can think of that he can really die in feign death.

So in her obedient cooperation with Yang Xiao, she swallowed the pill, and finally looked at the world with great nostalgia, then closed her watery eyes.

Feign death. Let's go.

Start?

No way!

With Yang Xiao, Bodhisattva will not pretend to be dead. Even if she is dead, she will be pulled back from the gate of hell.

When Bodhisattva man started to feign death and his brain began to blank, a feeling suddenly crawled out from the bottom of his bones like a little ant.

Itching.

First it was a little ant, then it was the second, the third, the countless.

Finally, these should be red ants, gathered into a torrent, stepped on the drum like, quickly got into every nerve of the Bodhisattva, opened his mouth, swallowed up.

Just like hibernation, all the nerves that had just fallen into the unconsciousness turned around immediately, prompting Bodhisattva to open his eyes abruptly.

Then, she saw Yang Xiaozheng's evil smile and said, "now you give me another fact to feign death."

"You, you devil!"

Bodhisattva bit his tongue hard.

How she wishes she could bite off her tongue.

I also regret why I didn't bite my tongue first when I started the suspended animation.

That way, she could really die.

No more torture.

The indescribable itch took away the power of Bodhisattva man's self suicide.

Just like, when she finally wanted to scratch her skin with her hands, she found that her hands had been tied by the cloth.

Not only her hands, but her feet.

Since a yoga master can bend her right foot from the back to the front, she can also scratch it with her toenail.

If there is no poison on Bodhisattva's toenails, Yang Xiao may be too lazy to touch her feet.

In the eyes of those senior color sticks, Bodhisattva's feet are enough to play for 30 years without losing their charm, but for Yang Xiao, they are just a pair of ordinary feet.

If Bodhisattva really wants to use his feet to hook up with Yang Xiao, he will have no second result except to be cut off.

After both hands and feet were tied by cloth strips, Bodhisattva man, who urgently needed to scratch to stop itching, had to twist his body desperately, hoping to scratch with the help of stones on the ground.

Yang Xiao had thought of it for a long time.

For this reason, he kindly took off his white coat and spread it on the ground to let her roll on it.

Like a white insect magnified countless times, Bodhisattva man twisted violently on Yang Xiao's coat.

The voice that comes out of your mouth doesn't look like the voice that people make.

It's weird.

Like crying, like laughing, like ghosts from hell, groaning in pain.

Her eyes turned red.

Just like her pink and white skin, now she has red skin.

More like just out of the pot of braised meat, emitting a Tengteng Di Yi Xiang.

After smelling the fragrance, Yang Xiao's snow-white eyebrows wrinkled slightly and stepped to the top.

It's this kind of fragrance that once made Laohu fall into the illusion of extreme fragrance.

In the aroma, there is a high content of spring medicine.

Yang Xiao doesn't need any instrument at all. She can tell that there are all kinds of drugs in the fragrance with her sense of smell.

She thought that this kind of fragrance was spread on the body by Bodhisattva, and it could be quickly captured by sweating.

But no matter how much spices Bodhisattva smears, he always sweats like this. It won't be long before the fragrance will be used up.

In fact, it was beyond Yang Xiao's expectation.

She stood at the top of the wind, leaned on a tree, put her hands around her chest, and watched with relish as the Bodhisattva writhed violently. Ten minutes had passed, and the fragrance was not reduced, but stronger.

All of a sudden!

Two rabbits came out of the nearby woods.

As soon as the front one stopped, the back one jumped on its back, bit its neck and started to move.