Huang Ming may have seen that his death was inevitable, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to what was happening around him. He was even unmoved by Liu Shuang standing next to him with a dagger. This was

Chi Guoguo’s contempt for Liu Shuang.

For this young man who had just entered adulthood, Liu Shuang admired him from the bottom of his heart, but his social experience made him only think of these means to fight against Liu Shuang. Thinking of this, Liu Shuang's hands were fiercely on Huang Ming

There was a scratch on the neck, and there was no blood spurting out from the neck as expected. There was only a pale wound with deep bones, including exposed exposed flesh.

In the air, the high smile hanging on the corner of Huang Ming's mouth seemed to be a mockery of Liu Shuang, but also like a challenge. Even if he died, this young man died very arrogantly and with backbone. Because of this,

Liu Shuang had just given him a happy end. If Huang Ming had begged Liu Shuang for mercy, the result would have been completely different. Life would definitely be worse than death.

"This is what happens when you go against Liumang!" Liu Shuanghuo turned around and scanned all the Liumang brothers below like an eagle. He quickly turned around and picked up the hem of his windbreaker. Liu Shuang's powerful aura was fully demonstrated at this moment.

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Liu Shuang brought Huang Ming here for this purpose. He wanted to use Huang Ming to strengthen the cohesion within Liumang. Only a hand clenched into a fist can be more powerful and lethal.

Liu Shuang's words aroused everyone's momentum. After Liu Shuang's words fell, thousands of people standing below excitedly waved their fists and screamed, shouting loudly: "Kill——! Kill——

!kill--!"

Liu Shuang is very satisfied with such a result. This is what he needs.

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The next day, Liu Shuang was eating and suddenly felt a burning sensation on his body, as if he had been fried in a pan. The heat seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, skin and flesh, every part of the body, and every cell.

While it was boiling, Liu Shuang didn't know what was happening. He put down his rice bowl and sat down on the cold floor.

The heat continued to rise, and Liu Shuang could clearly feel the increase in heat. His eyes could no longer see clearly, and a blood-red scenery replaced the scenery around him.

It was a red sky and earth, the sky was red, the ground was red, there was no grass, no soil, only red magma was rolling continuously, and large pieces of fiery red rocks continued to fall from the sky, with violent

Burning flame.

In the middle of the boiling magma, a delicate pink flower is open quietly. The pink petals are like amber crystal, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

The pink circle of light is like the halo behind the Buddha.

The flower slowly opened its petals, and a green fruit was exposed from inside. The fruit was crystal clear like a green diamond, without any flaws, crystal clear and without a pit! It looked a bit like a star fruit.

Suddenly, the flower and the fruit turned into a pink strip of light and spread out, spinning lightly between the fiery red sky and the earth, like an elf.

Suddenly, Liu Shuang's body froze, and the fiery red scene that appeared in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the burning sensation on his body also disappeared, as if it had never appeared, but Liu Shuang felt that he

There seems to be something wrong with my body. I can't feel it specifically, but I always feel that it is different from before.

Weird! Liu Shuang stood up in confusion. He remembered the flower that just appeared in his mind. The green fruit was exactly the same as the fruit he ate at Guangming Temple. Is there any connection between the two?

Liu Shuang thought to himself, it must be! The thing is not that coincidental, it must be related to the fruit, Liu Shuang basically concluded.

Guangming Temple is really a mysterious place. It seems necessary to go there again. Liu Shuang took out the yellow note from his pocket and said, "Lord, see you soon!" Lord? See you again soon. It seems so

The monk should know that there might be too many people there last time and it was not convenient for him to say.

Suddenly his eyes touched his own hands, and his eyes widened instantly! His hands were now dark, like a child who had never washed his hands, or simply the hands of a black man, with a layer of mud on it.

Same thing.

When he saw his hand, Liu Shuang suddenly felt that his whole body was itchy and wet! He immediately rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, "Oh, I'll go!" As soon as he looked in the mirror, Liu Shuang blurted out a curse word.

Liu Shuang is still there in the mirror! He is like a monster wrapped in black mud.

This sudden situation completely confused Liu Shuang. What kind of situation was this? While taking a bath, Liu Shuang carefully analyzed the events of the past two days, and first ruled out the possibility of poisoning! His

Apart from the burning sensation just now, there was no other discomfort in my body.

Liu Shuang connected everything. These abnormalities in his body must be related to the fruit that looks a bit like a star fruit, and the root of this problem is in Guangming Temple!

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Guangming Mountain, Guangming Temple.

The old monk with white beard and eyebrows and the middle-aged monk stood side by side on a mountain peak wrapped in clouds and mist. Under their feet were white clouds flowing briskly. The mountain was as high as the peak. The two people were like a world between heaven and earth.

The mountain peaks, the tall figure with its back pointing straight to the sky.

"He successfully absorbed the Fire Spirit Fruit." It was the voice of a middle-aged monk. His voice was low and slow, like an old bell ringing one after another, each sound was dull and powerful.

The old monk raised his head, and his eyes as bright as lightning on his old face stared quietly at the sky above his head. Apart from the azure sky, there were only a few white clouds floating by occasionally.

At a certain limit above, there is a thin film that wraps the land below like cicada wings. Above it is cold winter, but below it is warm spring.

"We can't last much longer! All things in the world can only rely on this to fight! People respect our Lord, and I hope to wake up soon!" When the old monk said this, he did not have the Buddhist attitude of neither sadness nor joy, but a look of one.

He had a look of compassion, and his face was full of worry.

"It's not very flat down there either." The middle-aged monk's face showed no expression, as if his expression had been like this since he was born.

"Brahma's people and those old guys will block those who should be saved." When the old monk said this, there was a somewhat relaxed look on his face.
Chapter completed!