My Headphones Can Connect to the Future

When Lao Li talked about it, it's a sell-off.

"It seems that you are interested in this story?" He said, looking at Nighthawk with a smile.

"I'm just wondering if you and your master have succeeded in revenge?" Nighthawk said in a low voice, he didn't know whether he should get to the bottom of it.

"Haha." Old Li laughed openly: "It seems that you also think those guys deserve retribution."

"Not really, I think although... forget it." Nighthawk hesitated and stopped.

Old Li put away his smile and looked at Nighthawk seriously.

"It doesn't matter, just tell me, what do you think, I just want to communicate with you."

"I just think that your stepfather’s relatives did nothing wrong. They are just taking revenge for the people they care about. And those enemies of your master are also because your master provoked them first, so they will Destroy your master..." Nighthawk's voice became smaller and smaller, because when he said these words, Lao Li's expression became uncertain.

After tangling for a while, Lao Li's brows stretched out, he let out a big laugh, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"If I heard this from you before, I would be very angry, but when I took revenge, I would agree with you."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's talk about what happened later."

After speaking, Lao Li brought Nighthawk to the scene of the year.

During the time in the temple, life was very difficult.

Of course, this kind of suffering did not come from physical fatigue, but also from the dissatisfaction in Lao Li's heart.

For more than a month, the lame and Jing'an didn't teach him any kung fu, instead they let him work in the temple every day.

Moreover, there are still many tasks for Lao Li. After chopping wood and adding firewood, he has to clean the temple lobby after he comes back to boil water.

Almost all the temples are so big that Lao Li will clean them up by himself.

What's more terrible is that Lao Li has to carry water every day, and the only way to chop wood is the steps.

After some calculations, he would go up and down 100 floors every day.

Such high-intensity work made Lao Li feel physically and mentally exhausted, and more importantly, the two people who had promised to teach him kung fu kept silent about it.

He also expressed dissatisfaction, but these two people were just prevarication and didn't really want to help Lao Li solve any problems, and they didn't have the heart to teach Lao Li Kung Fu at all.

The dissatisfaction was getting higher and higher, and Lao Li finally couldn't help it.

In the middle of the night, frustrated, he packed up his luggage and planned to leave here to find another way out.

When he opened the gate of the monastery by squeezing his hands and feet, a dark shadow suddenly rushed from behind him. The steps were very light, but Lao Li still felt it.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a fist smashed towards his front door.

Lao Li was shocked and dodged fiercely, even easily avoiding the punch.

"Asshole boy, dare to escape privately, I told you, what is the cost of running away?" The **** appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

Just now, he rushed at such a fast speed. If Lao Li didn't know, he wouldn't be able to guess that the person in front of him had a disability in his leg.

Lao Li looked down. After the lame leg came to the temple, Jing'an used a piece of wood to create a prosthetic leg for him, so that the lame could walk like a normal person, but anyone wearing this wooden leg may not be able to run. It was so fast, but the crip made it.

In fact, before the **** became disabled, his speed was several times faster. In other words, if it was an attack of the same degree just now, Lao Li's head would have been smashed before he saw him.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why run away?" The **** asked sharply.

"I..." Old Li swallowed vigorously, and he was really shocked by the speed of the lame.

"What am I?" the lame asked.

"You and Master Jing’an promised me that they would teach me kung fu if I stayed, but after more than a month, the two of you didn’t teach me anything at all, so I think I should go and stay here. Will delay my revenge plan..."

The more he speaks, the more guilty he is. He knows the character of the crip, and the crip is the one who hates betrayers the most. Even though Li just escaped, this behavior is also a betrayal.

Eggplant had long agreed with him that if Lao Li dared to betray him, he would draw 50 times with a board on Lao Li’s buttocks, then tie Lao Li’s hands to the beams of the room, and hang it in the room for three days. When Lao Li was still alive, he forgave him.

If not, then Lao Li will only become an unknown corpse in the mountains and forests.

Thinking of these Lao Li instantly felt terrified. The crip can definitely do such a thing, but it's no use regretting now.

In his mind, he was desperately thinking about what link made the lame find out that he had escaped.

He also blamed himself for escaping, instead of running away while letting him go out to chop wood and collect water, but choose this kind of quiet time in the middle of the night.

He knew that the lame was a master of first class, and he could easily hear his movements.

"Are you saying that we didn't teach you anything?" The lame man slowly approached Lao Li after speaking.

Old Li was trembling all over, he looked at the **** in fear, but his tone still resisted the trembling, very calm.

"Yes, you didn't teach me anything except let me work every day." Even if he was afraid, Lao Li had to express his dissatisfaction.

Anyway, he knew that he was facing the lame, but like a little chicken, he was at the mercy of others.

He stepped back to keep a safe distance from the cripple.

The lame man approached Lao Li with a gloomy expression, and forced Lao Li into a blind spot, unable to move.

"What the **** are you going to do?" Lao Li was forced to die, there was nothing to fear, he asked in a low voice, as if he was angry.

It was not the lame words that answered him, but a slap in the face.

And this sudden slap was caught by Lao Li abruptly.

Slowly following the palm of his hand, after receiving this powerful slap, Lao Li's entire arm was numb.

Seeing Lao Li's next hand, the lame didn't feel any surprise, but squinted his eyes and smiled very proudly.

"You are..." Old Li was puzzled, wondering why the lame did this.

From this look, the lame man didn't really want to hit him, but was very happy that he could stop his attack this time.

"If my slap hits an ordinary person's face, I'm afraid that person's neck will be directly interrupted."

"But today you took it down very securely."

"Didn't you say that we didn't teach you anything?"

The lame still questioned Old Li Dao with a smile on his face.