sjar Chapter 52 Don't put all your eggs in one basket
Chapter 52 Don't put all your eggs in one basket
[The host has used chaotic energy again, a serious violation of the rules!]
[After three warnings were ignored, the system is about to implement penalties.]
Li Tingyun finally stopped, his head feeling like it had been split open by a chainsaw, throbbing painfully, making him see stars and experience ringing and shrilly in his ears.
If you didn't tell him, he would have thought World War II was being fought in his head! Planes and tanks bombarded the land, bullets roared past, and one after another, nuclear bombs were dropped from the air, leveling the plateau... It looked like the end of the world was coming.
He clutched his head, wanting to bang it against the wall, and even considered taking a knife to cut his own head off so he could finally feel better!
Even Sun Wukong wearing the golden headband couldn't have experienced this feeling.
But he is not made of steel.
Li Tingyun rolled on the ground countless times, his ten fingers digging into the ground until they bled, his fingertips and knuckles were mangled beyond recognition, and he banged his head against the ground more than a dozen times, his forehead was already a bloody mess.
It seemed that someone tried to stop him, but they couldn't.
Wang Laoliu couldn't stand it anymore, so he closed his eyes and frantically pinched his brow.
[Host, I've told you before to listen to the system.]
I'm a human being, of course I have feelings. I can let you off the hook today, and I can let you off the hook tomorrow... but I'm customer service, not someone who lets you off the hook.
Besides, even though I let the horses roam freely every day, 001 doesn't agree! It's just an emotionless robot; it can't empathize with people.
"Please stop chanting the scriptures, okay..."
Li Tingyun felt dizzy and slammed his head against the ground one last time.
Fortunately, he was gradually able to hear the sounds of the outside world, and the heavy, sharp buzzing in his ears was no longer there. Finally, he sensed that the system's punishment was over.
So he lay on the ground, panting heavily, almost as if he were exhaling his lungs to breathe.
I have no interest in anything else.
A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
Mei Shiyu picked up the boy's mud-covered body.
Wang Wu pointed to the numerous bloody wounds on his face and hands and gestured to him to complain, "You didn't see it, he was like a madman just now, banging his head against the wall and the ground, I couldn't stop him, how can he be so strong at such a young age! Look at all the kicks, bites and scratches he gave me... To put it bluntly, he was like a mad dog!"
"...Consider your words carefully."
After checking that the boy was not seriously injured, Mei Shiyu sent a phoenix with blue wings flying out of her sleeve. It landed lightly on the boy's shoulder, leaving a fluorescent blue light trail where its wings had passed, which had a miraculous healing effect.
Seeing that the situation had been temporarily calmed down, Wang Wu turned to look at the Black and White Impermanence.
Xie Bi'an helped Fan Wujiu, whose life or death was unknown, to his feet. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and while he was cold and stern, he also showed a hint of panic. His eyes were already bluish-black, and now he looked even more exhausted.
He carried Fan Wujiu on his back. "Old Fan, how are you? Say something, okay?"
Their minds connected, and he choked up.
But Fan Wujiu remained motionless and did not respond.
Wang Wu chuckled and picked up the Qiankun bag he had picked up in the chaos in front of them, saying, "You went through all that trouble, and you still couldn't get it..."
He shouldn't have shown off like that.
A few pieces of painted wood scattered among the ruins suddenly came to life, forming a strange doll shape with the head and limbs of a child, but the torso of an old man.
The puppet was assembled in an instant. A gust of wind passed by, and before Wang Wu could even see what it was, the Qiankun bag in his hand had disappeared.
Fan Wujiu lay on Xie Bi'an's back, and the hand that had been barely raised finally fell down.
"I...I'm fine...Let's go..."
Wang Wu was stunned for a moment, then yelled "Holy crap!" and chased after the two of them, losing one of his shoes in the process.
He yelled, "You fucking bastards only know how to launch sneak attacks! If you've got the guts, fight me face to face! Don't run, give me back my son... Che'er! Yuan Che!!! Damn it!"
He lost his other shoe as well, which tripped him up.
Wang Wu was thrown three meters away. When he lifted his face from the pit, he could no longer see the backs of the Black and White Impermanence.
Upon hearing his shout, Mei Shiyu was greatly alarmed and, without thinking, was about to chase after him, but someone grabbed her ankle.
"Master..."
Li Tingyun lay on the ground, one arm over his head, the other arm blocking his feet.
He said breathlessly, "Don't chase after them, everything is with me."
He understood the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket.
So when he first entered the illusion, he put his hands behind his back and fiddled with them, which meant he was repackaging them. He carefully put the golden coffin and the demon-suppressing tower into his sleeve pocket, and then used Mei Shiyu's original belt to tie the cuffs tightly, so they didn't fall out no matter how much he struggled.
Li Tingyun caught the little bird that had been healing him, his fingers darting into its soft downy feathers, unconsciously poking, playing with, and even rubbing against it.
He didn't recognize it; it was a blue phoenix.
They didn't even realize that this blue phoenix was the manifestation of Mei Shiyu's primordial spirit.
When the bird suddenly disappeared from his palm, he was even stunned for a moment before he quickly stood up and looked around, trying to find out where it had flown off to.
Looking up, I saw Mei Shiyu's eyes, filled with suppressed emotions.
And the complex emotions on his face.
Li Tingyun: "...Hmm?"
what happened?
What happened?
Why does Master look like he wants to slap him?
[You fucking touched someone's soul! This is way more stimulating than any physical contact!]
Wang Laoliu growled, marveling at Mei Shiyu's truly remarkable temper and remarkable emotional stability. He thought that if it were anyone else, killing him with a single sword strike would be too lenient; they would have riddled him with holes to vent their anger.
[I'm not trying to be mean, but host, could you please stop moving so fast, act so recklessly, be so arrogant, and stop being so crazy...]
"roll."
Li Tingyun gradually came to his senses. The primordial spirit, the sensitivity of the primordial spirit is indeed... Wait, let him apologize first.
He grabbed Mei Shiyu's sleeve and gave it a gentle tug.
"Master, I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."
Mei Shiyu suddenly slapped his hand away, keeping a safe distance from him, and said coldly, "Fine, I know everything, no need to say anything more."
He spoke very quickly, his chest heaving slightly, showing that he was trying his best to suppress his emotions, and his reaction was somewhat strange.
He wasn't annoyed that the boy had touched his soul inappropriately.
After all, he could use the excuse that he was unaware of the matter to cover it up.
What truly made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable was...
Mei Shiyu's hands, hidden in her sleeves, were clenched into fists, as if she were somewhat embarrassed.
Li Tingyun was silent for a moment, then asked, "Master, what do you know?"
Could it be that he saw what happened in the illusion...? That's impossible. Apart from himself and the White Impermanence who set the trap, no one else would know his filthy thoughts.
It was exactly the opposite of what he thought.
Mei Shiyu saw it, learned about it, and was shocked.
Before he left, he placed a wisp of his divine sense on the Immortal Binding Lock. On the one hand, he was worried about leaving Yuanbao and Wang Wu to face the Black and White Impermanence alone. On the other hand, he felt that his disciple was quite capable, but always deliberately hid his abilities in front of him. Therefore, he wanted to take the opportunity to find out his true strength.
Unexpectedly, in the boy's illusion, he saw himself in that...that state...he didn't know whether he should be angry, ashamed, or feel defeated and frustrated.
He's such a failure as a master! Why would his disciple have such fantasies about him? Is it because of his behavior, or because he went too far and overstepped the proper boundaries between master and disciple?
When things don't go as planned, look inward for the cause; this has always been the case during the plum rain season.
In the end, he only angered himself.
Wang Wu returned carrying two shoes, his heart filled with anxiety. He didn't notice the strange atmosphere between the master and disciple, but he did notice with his sharp eyes that Li Tingyun had taken out the golden coffin...
"Holy crap, it's still here! It wasn't lost after all!"
He lunged forward, but missed.
Touching his dusty nose, he said, "Quick, let me see if it's my godson... I wonder if Che'er is sleeping peacefully in there?!"
Mei Shiyu took a deep breath before asking, "You said, who is your godson...?"