Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 In silence, Huai Shi did not rush to respond.

　　 just looked up at him.

　　 full of curiosity.

　　 "But what's the price, Teacher Luo?" He asked seriously: "This time you didn't even charge the money, and you even delivered it to your door. I feel a little flustered."

　　 "Can you feel at ease by collecting money, Huaishi?"

　　 Lao Luo looked down at him, his face didn't have the usual teasing and mockery, but rather confused: "Do you really think you can buy something you learn for one hundred thousand?"

　　 took advantage of the orchard gym from the beginning.

　　 even tried to abduct the front desk of the gym.

　　 It is an unforgivable sin.

　　Don't say one hundred thousand, at other times, one million Luo Lao gave him a punch, where is there such a good thing as Long Xiang to give him?

　　 There are so many people who graduated from the Orchard Gym, how many of them have such achievements as Huai Shi?

Although the old man was disgusted, and in fact disgusted, he still helped him clean up the accumulated frauds and rebuild the foundation. He also gave all the know-how of Yu Bu and the drummer without reservation, even if he wanted the rest. Self-study, but isn't the master going to lead the door first?

　　 It’s hard to say that people are owed.

　　 Now Lao Luo comes to the door and says you are here to help, can you not do your best without teaching Huai Shi Ji Yi Huai Shi?

　　 "Okay." Huai Shi sighed: "As long as it doesn't violate the morals of the world... Forget it, it doesn't matter if you violate the morality of the world, it doesn't matter if you don't be known, as long as you leave me some conscience."

　　 "So, the deal?" Luo Lao asked.

　　 "Deal."

　　 Huaishi sighed, and tried to stand up.

　　 is about to ask him how to teach, if there is any new way to toss himself this time, and how long it will take to learn how.

　　 I saw that the old man who received the reply nodded and raised his hand. When he stood firm, he raised his hand and pointed it at his face.

　　 punch hard!

　　 Unspeakable compassion and anger filled that face, I don't know whether it is joy or anger, solemnity or compassion. Even the bulging muscles all over his body became unspeakably majestic.

　　 The mutilated light wheel was fleeting behind him.

　　, he is like a **** and Buddha.

　　 Just like that, aiming at his face, before he could react, his fist was already punched in his face.

　　 punched him into the wall, and couldn't get it off.

　　 come again?

　　 Huaishi's mind only had time to turn a thought, and he felt the turbulent source of matter poured into his lungs with that blow, spreading suddenly, setting off a huge wave, and erupting!

　　 He felt like he was going to crack and crack...

　　 Boom!

　　 His eyes went dark, and he entered the third-person perspective again.

　　 broke away from the body and fell towards the deepest part of the darkness.

　　 At the last moment, he only saw Luo Lao's figure, but it was not the burly and old mortal body, but the three-headed eight-armed hideous face burning with infinite blood flames.

　　 Holding a treasure bottle, holding a sword, holding a vajra, holding a golden bell...

　　 It is clearly so hideous, but it has thirty-two aspects, full of the universe, and grasp the universe.

　　 The mighty thunder blasted from the deepest part of his soul, turning into solemn praise like the overlapping of countless human voices.

　　 "Those who see my body develop bodhicitta, those who hear my name break evil and cultivate goodness, those who hear my law gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart become Buddha!"

　　 This is it, drink it!

　　 Huai poem finally cracked.

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　　 dead still, dead still, dead still.

　　 In the long silence, Luo Lao slowly retracted his fist, let out a sigh of relief, and he was hungry again.

　　 Obviously consumes a lot of money.

　　 is such a way of facilitating the seedlings, that is, it is used on people like Huai Shi who are only close to the door, otherwise other people will not be able to hold it, and I am afraid that they will die on the spot.

　　 "Okay, it will take about half a month to sleep, so let him stay there. It doesn't matter what is best, the basement is sealed so that no one can come in."

　　 Luo Lao shook his sweat, looked back at Raymond, and the phone in his hand, and stretched out his hand.

　　Raymond hurriedly bent over to send the phone up.

　　 let his five fingers close together, crush them, and turn them into dust, just praying that the old monster won't think that someone peeping at his home's secret secrets must be pinched to death.

　　 "Do you understand?" Luo Lao asked casually.

　　 "No... I didn't understand." Raymond wiped cold sweat.

　　 "Oh, you have to pay if you don't understand, one million, US dollars, I will go to your teacher for a dime." Luo Lao glanced at him, then looked back at Yuan Yuan: "Where are you?"

　　 "...I don't understand." Yuan Yuan shook his head.

　　Luo Luo looked at Lin Jiu. Lin Jiu trembling, then nodded: "I don't understand at all!"

　　 Three guys.

　　 The one who understands and pretends not to understand, the other who understands a little but is humble and can't understand, and only the last one is the most honest, and he really doesn't understand at all.

　　 Anyway, he doesn't mind, he can learn as much as he can. If he can see this punch, it will be a bit helpful to break through Zhiyi in the future.

　　 "How did Huai Shi teach you?" Luo Lao asked.

　　 Yuanyuan said: "Practicing piano and swordsmanship."

　　 Lin Nineteen looked helpless: "Cooking and working..."

　　 "I know how to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, and the teacher is not in vain."

　　 Old Luo nodded, glanced at the two again, waved and said: "Your teacher is forced to rest for half a month. I will take the place of class for this period of time.

　　Don't practice the piano. As for the gang of gangs, it’s okay to leave it alone. I’ll lay a solid foundation for the two of you first. Don't come to **** and be cleaned up by the old immortal. "

　　 Yuanyuan opened his mouth to speak, but in the end there was no objection.

　　 Xiao Nineteen nodded like pounding garlic.

　　 One is that I think it's a rare opportunity, and I can make up later if I can't practice piano, and the other is...I simply dare not object.

　　 "No comments?" Luo Lao asked.

　　 "No, no!" Lin Jiu said first: "We both raised our hands and feet in agreement!"

"Oh."

　　 The old man nodded, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. After thinking for a while, he took out something like magic from his pants pocket behind his buttocks, shook it, and handed it to the two of them.

　　 "What's this?" Lin Jiu rubbed his eyes, confused.

　　 "POS machine, don't you know this?"

　　 The old man widened his eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't want to learn from your **** teacher who is a prostitute...you must first apply for a card for Lao Tzu!"

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　　 Huaishi felt like he was blown up by the old man.

　　 Consciousness collapsed.

　　 seems to have become a vegetable, thrown into the darkness, quickly, torn apart, six, seven, eight... and all consciousness collapsed into dust-like crystals.

　　 was pushed to the brink of precariousness——

　　 But when his consciousness was about to be completely annihilated, that power disappeared again, allowing him to step on the edge of the cliff and return with difficulty.

　　 gradually converges, and consciousness is once again coherent.

　　 Before he was finally complete, the power hidden in his consciousness exploded again, shattering him again, turning into countless pieces of dust, spreading.

　　 When he was about to lose consciousness completely, he allowed his instinct to reunite his soul again.

　　 Then, fried again!

　　 Like endless torture, he kept pushing him to the edge of the cliff, a short distance from the annihilation of consciousness, but indifferently allowed him to climb back again.

　　 Then, push it down...

　　 is like Sisyphus pushing the stone endlessly.

　　 Eternal reciprocation.

　　 Constantly splitting consciousness, without damaging the soul, just let him circulate in this endless torture, circulate ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ again. It was as if to cut him thoroughly into the smallest structure, and roughly squeezed everything out of it.

　　 In a loud voice hallucination, he ushered in a breakdown, but amidst the nonexistent fragmentary echoes, he once again completed the assembly.

　　 split and close.

　　 Even thinking becomes intermittent, difficult to connect, or even fragmented, jumping constantly in the past memories and illusory scenes.

　　 In the end, even the memories and hallucinations ceased to appear.

　　 Huai Shi gave up thinking.

　　 There was a distant echo in my ear.

　　 It was the roar of collapse of consciousness, and the soft noise when it reunited, so far apart.

　　 Gradually, their intervals have become closer and closer, until in the end, they seem to continue to be one, turning into endless tidal sounds.

　　 come, go.

　　 Close, far away.

start end.

　　 patter, patter... patter, patter...

　　 formed the most basic two or four beats, which seemed to be endless.

　　 But it’s always the case, it’s too monotonous, and there is always change.

　　 Huaishi thought so.

　　 So, we need to add a new beat.

　　 For a moment, a brand-new sound burst from the dispersion and aggregation of the soul, inserted into the original rhythm, and once again gave it new changes.

　　 strong, weak, second strong, weak...

　　 It's four or four beats now——

　　 So, how about adding some new changes? Something new, breaking the old cycle, bringing new variables...

　　 So, in the interlude of four or four beats, a brand new beat sounded again.

　　 Huai Shi found that she had begun to adapt to such changes, and I don’t know if she should say so.