My apprentice is by no means sick

Chapter 83
Withdrawing the spiritual thread, Ling Kun avoided the cracking thunder and headed towards a space vortex.

"Give me up!" Ling Kun danced with a pen in his hand, in which the power of the universe was constantly circulating, trying to forcibly extract the things in the vortex.

The space vortex was madly resisting, generating strong winds that continuously devoured and crushed the power of Qiankun overflowing from Lingkun Qiankun's pen.

Ling Kun's robe waved, and the celestial power swelled to disperse the surrounding lightning-cracking vortex, and the space vortex also stagnated for a moment, Ling Kun took the opportunity to increase the traction in his hands!

A purple pole slowly emerged from the vortex, and gradually, a corner of the flag sail leaked out.

Just when Ling Kun was about to succeed, a muffled sound exploded in the air!

This muffled sound caused the thunder clouds in Ling Kun Xianji to scurry around as if in stress, and Ling Kun Xianji was hit by the red lightning, causing Xianli to disconnect for a moment.

At this moment, Zi Jinfan escaped into the space again, and pulled Ling Kun over with stronger suction!

Ling Kun changed his spell, but he couldn't resist the thunder in his body and couldn't do anything!
The huge vortex of space swallowed Ling Kun in, and everything gradually returned to normal, except that Ling Kun had left traces of resistance.

Where Ling Kun was standing before, a pale yellow phantom appeared.

He seemed to be smiling, but also seemed unhappy.

"I hope he has enough sober will, don't let me down..."

The phantom turned into dots of starlight and scattered, as if it had never appeared before.

……

hiss~
It hurts!

My whole body hurts!

Ling Kun opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was at the corner of the street.

He couldn't feel his legs, and he could only whine when he could even speak.

Ling Kun reached out to touch his legs, only to feel that the pants were empty, but in his eyes, his hands were much smaller, and there were bruises everywhere.

He looked at all this blankly.

Ling Kun was sitting on a moldy and tattered straw mat, with only a broken clay bowl in front of him, which was empty, obviously used for begging.

There was a smell on his body that made Ling Kun himself sick. He wanted to seal his nasal cavity, but he couldn't summon any spiritual power.

A skinny body, sackcloth that wasn't even a rag, and messy hair.

Ling Kun put his hand into his mouth, but his tongue... disappeared!

The hunger made Ling Kun's stomach queasy, and he convulsed from time to time.

He has some doubts, could it be possible that he has time traveled again?
At this time, a sloppy man came to Ling Kun with straw sandals, looked down at the broken bowl beside him, and immediately became furious.

The man lifted his foot and gave Ling Kun a side kick!
Ling Kun was kicked half a meter away, grinning his teeth in pain as he clutched his side, unable to yell except for some air leaking from his mouth.

"Fuck your mother, you won't be able to get half a child in one day, and I still want you to be raised by me, a waste of dry food!

Nonsence! "

The man even spat on Ling Kun, and then walked towards another beggar not far away.

Ling Kun was almost dizzy from the kick, and tried to get up but failed.

He didn't even figure out what happened, he was lying on the ground weakly, and he didn't even have the ability to get up.

There was a lot of traffic on the street, but no one wanted to take care of Ling Kun.

After Ling Kun regained his strength, he made a tactic with both hands, preparing to absorb some spiritual power to relieve his physical condition.

But it's useless, I can't feel a trace of spiritual power at all, or there is no spiritual power here at all.

Ling Kun was dumbfounded, so what kind of place is this?
Suffering from hunger and cold, Ling Kun curled up, his originally weak breathing was now even more breathless.

The pain in his flank was still unbearable, and despair and sadness swept Ling Kun's body and mind, and continued to magnify in his heart.

The clarity in Ling Kun's eyes gradually disappeared, and he lost his breath soon after.

……

Ling Kun's eyes widened again, it was still in that corner, he was still the beggar with a broken leg.

The man walked towards Ling Kun again, and looked at his broken bowl again.

Ling Kun had already foreseen what was going to happen, so he turned around and barely avoided his kick. His body fell to one side, and when he was about to get up, he kicked Ling Kun directly on the forehead again.

"His grandma, dare to hide!"

Ling Kun's head was hit by this kick, and he suddenly felt dizzy, let alone defending.

After being punched and kicked, Ling Kun died again.

He returned to the previous scene again, this time there was a little anger in his eyes.

Before the man came, he smashed the broken bowl, grabbed a tile and waited quietly.

When the man came over, seeing that Ling Kun had ruined his job, he was so angry that he stretched out his hand and wanted to slap him on the face.

But Ling Kun had practiced martial arts after all, even though his stunted body couldn't keep up, his reaction was not slow.

He predicted where the palm would fall one step in advance, and swung a tile up.

Swah——

The man stretched his hand back in pain, and Ling Kun took the opportunity to grab the man's hand and try to drag him off.

But he overestimated this body again.

Not to mention letting the man come down, Ling Kun directly let him drag him up, kicked his stomach and hit the ground hard, and died immediately.

Opening his eyes for the sixth time, Ling Kun summed up the reasons for the previous failures, and this time he picked up a small stone from the side.

When the man came again, he still saw a broken bowl, and when he raised his hand to slap Ling Kun, a stone flew precisely into his eyeball.

Snapped--

The man covered his eyes and bowed and yelled. Ling Kun seized the opportunity and used all his strength to jump up to a distance of less than ten centimeters on the half of the broken leg. He stretched out the sharp tile in his hand and pierced the man's temple.

There was a pop, followed by two falls to the ground.

bang——

bang——

The heavier sound was made by the man. When Ling Kun fell, the sound was very soft, but the impact made him weak all over.

I thought I could get some rest for a while, but the shadows of the two adults covered the sunlight on Ling Kun's body.

"Damn it, this son of a bitch killed the third child!"

"Damn, kill him!"

……

After another punch and kick, Ling Kun returned to the original point again.

Time after time, each resistance only leads to deeper despair.

Hundreds of times, thousands of times.

Ling Kun kept finding solutions, but the troubles would never end.

He has been dying, he has been living, he wants to live, but every time he will be ruthlessly trampled on.

If you can't live, if you can't die...

Finally, one time after Ling Kun opened his eyes again, his eyes completely lost their light, only confusion and confusion.

The pale yellow phantom appeared on the roof not far away, looking at Ling Kun's state and shaking his head secretly.

"This time, did you see the wrong person again?"

Xu Ying watched it a few more times, and was a little disappointed to see that Ling Kun was beaten to death without any resistance.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly found that the surrounding scenes began to distort and change, slowly disappearing, and turned into a bridge in the sea.

And Ling Kun was closing his eyes, standing at the end of the bridge with his body, and a black ghost stone appeared in front of him, engraved with the four characters "I can't live without wishing".

When the pale yellow phantom was still in the circle, Ling Kun slightly raised his head, accompanied by the raising of those star eyes.

His eyes were a little more indifferent, a little ethereal and indifferent, like a body without a soul.

However, after he blinked once, he returned to normal, still with that calm attitude towards everything.

"The eight sufferings of Buddhism are the sufferings of life.

Ha ha, it is also appropriate, it really made me suffer a lot. "Ling Kun smiled and walked forward.

Because there is no retreat here, and even the space is blocked, you don't need to think about who did the good thing.

"Heaven... let me see what you want to do?"

Ling Kun stepped onto the bridge and walked to the next level.

(End of this chapter)