Chapter 1384: : A red ant

After a kick, the Bodhisattva was quite dazed on the spot.
The face and eyes are all incredible.
In fact, she shouldn't have such an expression. After she recognized who Yang Xiao was, she should know that she could easily avoid her full blow by relying on other people's skills.
She was in a daze, but her habitual thinking could not accept this fact.
Yang Xiao would not be in a daze.
With a gloomy chuckle, Yang Xiao grabbed the Bodhisattva's ankle with his right hand and shook his arms--a Bodhisattva with a height of more than 1.7 meters and a plump body of more than 60 kilograms, just like a Like the scarecrow, he whizzed out.
boom!
The Bodhisattva slammed into a tree more than ten meters away. The body of the tree, which was almost a thick bowl, was hit by her with a click, and the crown of the tree suddenly tilted outward.
This tree, which didn't hinder anyone, was broken by the bodhisattva's brutal body.
Fortunately, when she flew out, her body was protected by instinct. She half-turned in time and collided with the tree trunk with her left rib. She only injured a few ribs, but prevented her spine from hitting the trunk with her back and waist. He cut it by the waist, and immediately died of bad luck.
But this also fainted the bodhisattva quite painfully.
How much she hopes to be in a coma for a long time!
Unfortunately.
It was also obvious that Yang Xiao couldn't wait for her to wake up quietly from her coma. After walking slowly in front of her, she kicked her left foot, which happened to hit her rib.
"what!"
In the hoarse scream, the Bodhisattva curled up immediately and woke up from a coma.
Almost subconsciously, the Bodhisattva would raise his head and jump up as soon as he woke up.
One foot, but one step ahead, stepped on her face.
Slowly, press down.
The Bodhisattva instinctively wanted to resist, regardless of pain, he used his whole body strength to resist the pressure from this foot.
But this delicate foot is like a mountain, and no matter how much the Bodhisattva struggles, it will not help, but his head is slowly stepped on the ground.
Not on the ground.
It's on a piece of paper.
A good piece of rice paper.
Under the moonlight entering the water, the Bodhisattva, whose face was deformed, could see the two words on the paper: "Dragon Vessels."
"National Destiny, Dragon Vessel?"
Yang Xiao also spoke.
It's just that in her voice, there is a strong disdain: "Hehe, this should be written by the guy Hu Mietang? Well, let alone, these four words are much better than the dog crawling. No. Three or five years of hard work cannot be written."
There is no doubt that Yang Xiao, who grew up in the Valley of Flames, has learned Chinese traditional skills in addition to practicing every day. His appreciation of antique calligraphy and painting is definitely higher than Helan Xiaoxin, who should have become a contemporary famous female calligrapher. a lot of.
In fact, if it hadn't been guessed that this character was written by Hu Mietang, Yang Xiao might have appreciated it slightly.
After all, she could also see that when Lao Hu wrote these four characters, he definitely combined his writing and writing.
If Lao Hu heard her "appreciation", he would definitely be smoked by his angry nose, and regret how he didn't take the word away.
"wishful thinking."
Yang Xiao turned the corner of his mouth again in disdain, then looked at Bodhisattva Man and said flatly: "You are really brave enough, dare to do it with me."
The Bodhisattva wanted to refute Yang Xiao's words.
The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry ---- No, no one should be willing to die when danger comes.
Why can't she fight back?
But these words, she can only say in her heart.
Because her head was stepped on by Yang Xiao, her charming face was deformed, and there was still room for talking.
Finally, Yang Xiao raised his foot.
The Bodhisattva exhaled a long breath quite immediately, and closed his eyes very tired, as if he was asleep.
After giving her a short break, Yang Xiao began to ask: "Your yoga skills are still very good."
If it were someone else, even Lao Hu, who was thrown out by Yang Xiao just now and hit the tree so hard, his ribs would break.
The Bodhisattva Man just got hurt.
This is related to her long-term contact with yoga and her body is particularly soft.
If she was allowed to make the same movement that she had just flew to the tree, she would immediately lap the tree trunk twice like a snake.
"Many, thanks for the compliment."
Bodhisattva Man opened his eyes, grinning sadly and thanked him in a low voice.
Yang Xiao hated how she didn't know how to shoot horses and beards just now-so now she can ignore her gratitude and still look indifferently: "I want to know why the Indian Tianzhu Gate does not like Li Nanfang to go to that place. Bodhisattva, hope Your answer pleases me."
Yang Xiao had never heard of Tianzhu Gate.
Even, she hadn't heard of India before tonight-not only India, even the current world hegemon, the American Emperor, she didn't bother to ignore it.
In her eyes, there is only one country, and she needs her life to remember.
China.
She didn't know Tianzhu Gate, but she could say it now, because when Bodhisattva Man and Lao Hu were talking those things, she hid beside him and heard a little bit.
The Bodhisattva has no confidence and can still see the sun tomorrow.
Now that she is dead, why should she answer Yang Xiao's question?
Seeing her sorrowful laugh and closing her mouth tightly, Yang Xiao knew what she was thinking in her heart.
She squatted down slowly, looking at the brutal eyes of the Bodhisattva, cruel evil appeared, and she whispered: "You think that if you practice yoga since you were a child, your body can resist all the pain and you can survive my torture. Huh?"
Indian yoga, in terms of suffering and suffering, is beyond belief.
In the news, from time to time, there will be headlines that a certain yoga master was buried in the ground for several days, but after being dug out, he was still alive.
The only thing in the world that can be compared to yoga is probably Dongyang Ninjutsu.
In the process of practicing ninjutsu, it is like being buried alive. People who are accustomed to staying in the cesspool for a long time but are okay and waiting for their skills are simply impossible for humans to practice.
So the Bodhisattva asked herself very much, relying on her attainments in yoga, she can definitely resist all the tortures and is tight-lipped.
It is a pity.
The person to torture her was Yang Xiao.
Since joining the WTO for more than a year, Yang Xiao has long stopped playing the kind of low-level tricks that try to take away her innocence because of dissatisfaction with Lin Yiting.
As she thrives, her torturing effort also keeps pace with the times.
Yang Xiao has medicine.
The Bodhisattva is quite ill.
You have to take medicine if you are not sick.
When the Bodhisattva was fed a certain pill, there was still a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Because she was absolutely sure that the pain of swallowing the arsenic and the stomach being quickly corroded by the poison was nothing to her.
wrong.
It's not nothing.
It should be said that she can't feel it either.
suspended animation.
There is a very magical Kungfu in Indian yoga martial arts. In the martial arts novels by Jin Daxia and others, it will have a very resounding name: "The tortoise breath is great and the law."
After the turtle breath magic power is activated, the bodhisattva's heartbeat will stop, the blood flow will be cut off, and the breath will disappear together with the vital signs.
It's no different from the dead.
The dead are not afraid of any pain.
Being able to die in suspended animation is definitely the best result a bodhisattva can think of.
So after she obediently cooperated with Yang Xiao, swallowed the pill, and finally glanced at the world with nostalgia, she closed her watery eyes.
Feign death, start.
Start?
No way!
With Yang Xiao present, the Bodhisattva Manxiu said that it was a fake death. Even if he was really dead, she would be pulled back from the gate of the ghost.
After Bodhisattva Man started suspended animation, when his brain gradually became blank, a feeling suddenly came from the depths of his bones, crawling out like a little ant.
itch.
First there was a small ant, then the second, the third, and the first-countless.
In the end, these little ants, which should be red, gathered into a torrent, stepping on drums, and quickly got into every nerve of the bodhisattva, opened his mouth, and swallowed it.
Just like hibernation, all the nerves that had just fallen into the unconscious state immediately turned around, prompting the Bodhisattva to open his eyes violently.
Then, she saw Yang Xiaozheng smiling wickedly and said: "Now you give me another fact of suspended animation."
"You, you devil!"
The Bodhisattva bit his tongue very hard.
She wished she could bite her tongue off.
I also regretted why I didn't bite off my tongue first when starting the fake death magic.
That way, she could really die.
No more torture like this.
The unspeakable itch robbed the bodhisattva of the strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
It's like, when she finally couldn't help but want to scratch her skin with her hands, she realized that her hands had been tied by the cloth strips.
Not only her hands, but her feet.
Since the yoga master can bend her right foot from the back to the front, of course, she can also use her toenails to tick it.
If the blood-stained throat was not smeared on Bodhisattva's toenails, Yang Xiao might not bother to touch her feet.
In the eyes of those senior sticks, Bodhisattva's pretty little feet are enough to play for thirty years without losing their charm, but to Yang Xiao, they are just ordinary feet.
If the Bodhisattva really wanted to hook up Yang Xiao with these feet, there was no second result except being cut off.
With his hands and feet tied by the cloth strips, Bodhisattva Man, who desperately needed to scratch to relieve itching, had to twist his body desperately, hoping to use the stones on the ground to scratch it.
Yang Xiao thought about it a long time ago.
For this reason, she took off her white coat and laid it on the ground, letting her roll on it.
Like a white insect magnified countless times, the Bodhisattva was on Yang Xiao's coat, twisting violently.
The sound coming out of the mouth is no longer like what a person makes.
It's weird.
It's like crying, laughing, and moaning in pain like a ghost from hell.
Her eyes turned red.
Snow skin, now also turned red skin.
It's more like braised pork just out of the pot, exuding a delicious smell.
After smelling this sub-scent, Yang Xiaoxue's white eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stepped to the upper wind.
It is this kind of fragrance that once caused Lao Hu to fall into an extremely fragrant illusion.
The aroma contains a high content of spring medicine.
Yang Xiao doesn't need any equipment at all, just by using her sense of smell, she can tell that there are aphrodisiac drugs in this sub-scent.
She thought that this kind of scent was quite on the body of the Bodhisattva, smeared with special spices, and when it was sweating, it could be used to quickly attract people.
But no matter how many spices the Bodhisattva applied, he would always sweat like this, and it would not take long for the fragrance to be exhausted.
In fact, it exceeded Yang Xiao's expectations.
She stood at the upper air vent, leaning on a tree with her hands around her chest, watching with gusto that the Bodhisattva couldn't help twisting her body violently. Ten minutes have passed, and the fragrance has not diminished, but has become stronger.
Suddenly!
Two hares sprang out from the nearby woods.
As soon as the one in front stopped, the one behind suddenly leaped on its back, bit its neck, and started to move quickly.
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