Due to amnesia, Song Shuhang could not remember why there was such a strange...or cruel throne magic weapon in his hand.

The cruelty of this throne magic weapon is not aimed at the enemy, but at myself - I am very cruel to myself when I become cruel, and I describe this kind of magic weapon.

Song Shuhang didn't have time to think too much.

At the critical moment, he instinctively sacrificed this throne magic weapon.

Intuition tells him... this throne magic weapon can come in handy. In the world of cultivation, the more weird magic weapon it grows, it is often very interesting or has special uses.

As long as this throne can help himself who has a hole in his chest and the petite fairy who has lost his heart, he will have nothing to hesitate!

Facing the bone spurs full of the throne, Song Shuhang did not hesitate.

Anyway...he has armor!

With armor on it, these bone spurs are not to be afraid.

After a moment.

"Hiss~hiss~" Ba Song, who sat on this throne, kept gasping for air.

Waves of severe pain, as if waves of sea waves were coming.

The sourness and pleasure in it is really impossible to describe to outsiders.

While enduring the pain, he held the petite fairy in his arms and observed her condition.

The effect of this throne is amazing!

The petite fairy who had lost her heart and almost fell into a coma stabilized.

The same is true for Song Shuhang himself. The feeling of air leakage in his chest disappeared and it was no longer cold.

The two sat on this terrifying throne, motionless.

"What kind of magic weapon is this throne?" At this time, the white long striped sister asked.

"I don't know, I just know it can come in handy. In fact, when I sat on this throne, my physical injuries stopped all of a sudden." Song Shuhang said.

This throne has the effect of "suspending life".

No matter how serious the injury is, just sit on it and you can breathe a sigh of relief.

"So too." Su Shishi Ashiliudao. Although she sat on Ba Song, the life-suspending effect of the throne also acted on her... Maybe it was because she occupied a relatively small area and was considered to be "one person" when she sat with Ba Song?

"The only problem is that I can't stand up now." Song Shuhang said in a deep voice. As long as he leaves this cruel throne, the effect of life-hungry will be lost.

Fortunately, the hole in his chest was recovering at a slow speed. Should this be the self-healing effect of several body-tempering techniques he brought with him?

But the little fairy's heart showed no sign of recovery.

After the void in his chest grew, he could only leave the little fairy to sit on this throne alone.

"Anyway, let's leave this damn space first." Song Shuhangdao.

As long as you can hold your breath, get out of this tribulation space, and find a way to heal the little fairy's heart.

Sister Bailong replied: "If you want to leave, there may be another step."

I vaguely remember that after the eighth-grade Xuansheng Tribulation, there should be another very important link.

"There are still steps? Is this heavenly tribulation not over yet?" Song Shuhang frowned and thought... When Sister White Long Strip said this, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a follow-up step.

It should be a very cool link.

"In my vague memory, the next step should be the harvesting link, and there will be no danger." Sister Bailong scratched her chin with her claws - as long as she doesn't commit suicide.

"When will the next link come?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Wait, don't be anxious." Sister Bailong replied.

Song Shuhang grinded his teeth: "I'm not very anxious, it's just a little tingling."

The throne under him kept causing pain to him.

This is the price of "living life".

...

...

The waiting time is long.

When playing games or entertainment, an hour passes in the blink of an eye. But when waiting, a minute is as long as an hour.

Song Shuhang leaned on the throne of cruel pain and endured waves of pain.

The guy who invented this throne is absolutely psychologically distorted!

If you sit on the throne and hang your life, you will have to endure pain all the time. In this world, how many people can withstand the severe pain that is always there!

Just as I was thinking about it...

Song Shuhang suddenly found in horror that his body was adapting to this pain.

Accept pain and adapt to pain.

Then, ignore the pain!

[Although I knew from the beginning that I had a strong tolerance for pain. But the ability to accept pain and adapt to pain is too exaggerated, right?] Song Shuhang felt a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

What kind of person was he before his amnesia?

Why are there such a strong ability to adapt to pain?

This is no longer a mere ability that a 'defense MT' type monk can explain.

Even as time passed, Song Shuhang discovered something even more terrifying.

He... began to enjoy the pain.

The tingling sensation on the throne of brutality gradually turned into a "massage" feeling of pleasure.

His muscles began to send signals to his brain such as "sour, horse killing chickens, and massage skills are excellent".

The cruel throne seemed to have turned into a massage chair.

[This is definitely not a normal ability!] Song Shuhang felt a little panicked.

This ability may cause people to misunderstand him.

Therefore, we must not let the little fairy and the sister with white scarf find that he is now 'enjoying the pain'.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang sniffed from time to time and let out a 'hiss~' scream.

Every time he gasped, he screamed, and the little fairy's empty heart would be cooler.

The little fairy stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Shuhang's big hand tightly.

"Hiss~~" Song Shuhang took a breath of cold air at the right time.

Behind him, the vocabulary of the Merit Snake Beauty is quietly updated.

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...

Then, I don't know how long it took.

Song Shuhang's consciousness became a little confused.

The massage chair has excellent functions and is excellent.

As I pressed it, I felt sleepy.

After his sleepiness surged, he couldn't even perform the "hiss~".

His head leaned back against the blades of two sharp black swords.

At this time, the body quenching effect will come out.

Iron head.

The sharp black knife blade could not hurt Song Shuhang's scalp at all.

He fell asleep like this.

Sister Bailong: “…”

You said "hiss~"!

You continue to ‘hiss～’!

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...

A floating life is like a dream, and a dream is not a dream. What is a floating life like? A dream like a dream.

Song Shuhang found himself appearing in a huge vortex.

There is an upside down step in the vortex, as if it is a world in a mirror.

A familiar place.

After thinking for a moment, he jumped gently and jumped into the vortex.

After entering the vortex, the upside-down stairs turned into a huge pyramid.

Song Shuhang walked up the long stairs.

A wooden door appeared in front of him.

Very ordinary wooden doors, without any decoration, or even any runes or carvings.

Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

"You are here." Behind the door, a three-eyed boy smiled and said, "I have been waiting for you to come again. Come on, and then enter the long-lost gambling program and bet on everything!"

A big bet?

Gambling is not a good thing.
Chapter completed!