Chapter 921: Gunshots in the village at midnight

Di Ping had already rolled down on the wicker chairs, curled up on the ground in pain, his body shrank into a ball, trying to relieve the pain of the flames, but everything seemed to be a journey, as if the soul was burning, then This pain can not be alleviated by any action.

Time passed every second, but he felt that a second was as long as a year. He breathed and breathed like a lifetime. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. He was already so painful that he couldn't make any movements, and his teeth clenched. It sounds, as if the teeth will break in the next moment.

The blood of his whole body was flowing through his whole body at an unprecedented speed, like a flood raging, rampant, and the meridians violently, forming a strong blue dragon on the red skin, constantly twisting and terrifying and hideous.

Di Ping felt that he was dying and could not bear it anymore. He had thoughts of suicide in his mind. He felt that every second was suffering. He no longer wanted to bear it. He had already thought of death, and his mind started to There are many phantoms.

For a while, he was standing on a cliff of ten thousand meters long and jumping down, and for a while, he plunged down on the sea, and for a while, thousands of knives were slashed towards him, and for a while, the beast opened its huge mouth and bit at him. .

But these illusions changed in an instant, jumping off a cliff but floating on the flat ground, plunged into the sea and found that the sea only reached the feet, thousands of knives were cut down like illusion, and the moment he bit down, he found that I stood at a very far and extremely high place, looking at it all seemed so far away.

The moment he wanted to die became a delusion, his heart suddenly filled with infinite sadness, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to die.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue, let alone move, he could only whine silently with his mouth open.

I don't know how long it has passed, as if it was a century long, and the whole world was going to decay.

Suddenly, Di Ping's mind flashed in chaos, as if a little starlight was rising from the endless dark chaos. Although the starlight is small, it is like a lighthouse on the sea in the dark night to point out the direction to the traveling ship, as if it was The lights at home in the rainy night warm the wanderer's empty heart.

A breath of clear spirits came out from this starlight, and his already somewhat confused consciousness instantly became clearer, and this clear breath of spirits was not only a clear consciousness, but also seemed to relieve his pain of burning flames. .

"Ok....."

Di Ping uttered a soft hum, as if he had released a trace of soul from the endless waves of pain, escaped from the Hell of Abi, and his body relaxed a lot.

And the appearance of this starlight seemed to represent the transformation of the whole process, the flame burning seemed to be slowly fading, the flame temperature weakened, and it gradually became warm and moist.

It seemed that the scorching sun suddenly turned into a misty spring rain, and the flame was not burning the body, but began to moisturize the body. The muscles, bones, skin, and meridians that had been burned by the flame and seemed to be turned into ashes were all rejuvenated in the flame.

Like a spring willow tree sprouted, a little green came out of the ashes, and then went crazy, countless sprouts springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Di Ping felt that his whole body was cheering and leaping, and he was sucking in the breath of life emanating from the flames. A feeling of refreshing radiated from all parts of the body, like soaking in a hot spring after extreme fatigue. The feeling of comfort cannot be expressed in words.

At this moment, it was the transition from **** to heaven. The sudden extreme enjoyment caught him off guard. He couldn't imagine going from the most painful and unbearable to the sudden refreshing extreme, unable to describe and explain.

Waves of warm feeling surrounded him tightly, like a fetus swimming in the mother liquid, carefree, and extremely comfortable.

At this moment, Di Ping fainted gorgeously. He did not faint from the pain before, but in the waves of pleasure, he fainted.

Di Ping slept heavily on the ground, everything in the room was calm. If it weren't for his slight snoring and slowly rhythmic chest, he might think he was dead.

No one saw it at this time. If anyone were in the room, they would find that there were countless glittering light spots rushing into Di Ping's body.

Countless fluorescent lights are gathering, enclosing him in it like a light cocoon.