Chapter 465 What’s the rush? I haven’t had enough fun yet
Tang San secretly glanced at Xiao Wu, and saw the blurred color in Xiao Wu's eyes as she looked at Li Ling, and couldn't help but fell silent.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't agree with Li Ling's fallacy, but Xiao Wu seemed to believe it.
If he wanted to win back Xiao Wu's heart, there seemed to be no other way besides doing what he said.
Xiao Wu believed his nonsense. Doesn't it matter whether she admits it or not?
If you insist on following your own ideas, there may be no room for recovery between you and Xiao Wu.
Li Ling patted Tang San's cheek heavily and said with a smile: "Think about it for yourself."
Say it, he turned around and walked towards the God of Destruction who was hanging upside down in mid-air and was being whipped by the God of Cookery.
Seeing Li Ling walking towards him, the God of Destruction felt an inexplicable chill well up in his heart and spread throughout his body.
His face tightened, he stared at Li Ling and said, "What do you want to do?"
Li Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him. With a wave of his hand, the space where the God of Destruction and the God of Cookery were located was isolated.
It was like a transparent cubic glass cabinet enveloping the two of them.
The God of Cookery was shocked when he saw this, and stopped moving his hands. He turned around and looked at Li Ling with a wary expression: "What do you want to do?"
Li Ling grinned at him: "It's nothing. I told you to beat him for ten thousand years, so it must be ten thousand years."
"Hurry up and let me speed up your space."
"I didn't say stop or not, otherwise you two will stay in this space forever."
As the words fell, the flow of time in the small space that enveloped the God of Cookery and the God of Destruction began to accelerate.
The grass on the ground grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if spring was condensed into a moment and quickly spanned the four seasons.
Withered, decayed, reborn again, the cycle repeats.
After Li Ling finished speaking, the God of Cookery, through the transparent space, the figures of Li Ling and everyone outside seemed to solidify.
The God of Cookery was shocked and wanted to escape from this small space.
However, even if he hit his head and was bleeding, he could not shake the air around him.
In desperation, he had no choice but to grab the vine in his hand and continue to beat the God of Destruction.
The guests outside the small space looked at the small space where the God of Cookery and the God of Destruction were in amazement.
Inside the small space, the frequency with which the God of Cookery whipped the God of Destruction did not seem to change, but the face of the God of Destruction became increasingly weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The God of Cookery also seemed very tired, and every whip in his hand seemed to be struck with difficulty.
In an instant, the eyes of the God of Destruction and the God of Cookery began to become numb.
As time passed, something seemed to be wrong with the God of Destruction's mental state, and he began to yell like crazy.
"I am willing to pass the divine throne to the person you choose. I am willing to pass the divine throne to the person you choose. I will pass it on to whomever you ask me to pass it on."
The God of Destruction kept yelling, but Li Ling ignored him.
In the eyes of everyone, it seems that the frequency of the God of Cookery beating the God of Destruction has not become faster. That is just the effect Li Ling deliberately presented.
If not, with the speed of time in space, the picture would be such that even the shadow of the God of Cookery waving his whip would not be visible. The outside world only lasted a moment, and tens of thousands of years had passed in the small space where the God of Destruction and the God of Cookery were.
When the space collapsed and the God of Destruction and the God of Cookery returned to this space, their expressions looked particularly vicissitudes of life.
The God of Cookery's face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were numb, and he mechanically relied on instinct to beat the God of Destruction again and again.
The God of Destruction's eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had not yet been freed from the loneliness and beatings for thousands of years. His eyes were empty and numb as he looked ahead.
"How is it, how do you feel?"
Li Ling's voice sounded. The voice that had seemed like a devil before now sounded like the sound of nature to their ears.
The bodies of the two men trembled violently, and the God of Cookery was the first to come to his senses.
He threw away the vines in his hands and rushed towards the Nine-Colored Goddess: "Are you okay? He hasn't done anything to you in the past ten thousand years."
The Nine-Colored Goddess couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, with a strange look on her face.
Although I know that tens of thousands of years have passed in your space, my space has only passed for a moment, so I really can’t empathize with you.
She looked at the vicissitudes of the God of Cookery in front of her, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. She shook her head gently and comforted her softly: "I'm fine."
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The God of Destruction also came back from his trance at this time. He had long lost his previous strength and dignity. He begged dejectedly: "I am willing to pass on the divine throne to you. I am willing to pass on the divine throne to you. Please Don’t torture me anymore.”
Death is not terrible, it is just a matter of a moment. What is terrible is that you cannot die even if you want to.
For thousands of years, he could do nothing except being beaten by the God of Cookery.
The whips that hit him didn't cause him any harm, but the mental torture was so unbearable that he almost suffered a mental breakdown.
He never wanted to have that feeling again.
"What's the rush? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Li Ling walked slowly to the God of Destruction: "I still like your unruly demeanor before, how about you recover?"
The God of Destruction's body trembled violently, and he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split. He shook his head repeatedly and begged: "I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. Please, please let me go. I will do it for you in the future." Cows and horses, I will do whatever you ask me to do.”
It's just that tens of thousands of years have already made his spirit almost collapse. If another hundred thousand years, another million years come, he will suffer a mental breakdown.
There is no need to do anything to him, just hanging him here will probably cause him to have a mental breakdown.
There was nothing he could do but endure the endless loneliness, which was no different than sealing his soul in stone.
"Wouldn't it be over if you said this earlier? Why are you doing this?"
Li Ling smiled and sighed softly. With a wave of his hand, the vines binding the God of Destruction's feet were slowly released, and the God of Destruction's body was finally freed.
With a 'bang' sound, the God of Destruction hanging upside down in mid-air fell heavily to the ground.
Having lost his soul power, his body became stiff from hanging upside down for a long time. He was unable to get up for a while and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. His face was full of happiness for surviving the disaster and fear of Li Ling.
Li Ling waved to Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuqing came to his side lightly. Her tall figure and beautiful concave and convex curves looked particularly attractive under the sunlight.
Li Ling gently patted her buttocks, pushed her in front of the God of Destruction, and looked down at the God of Destruction who collapsed on the ground.
"Just pass your throne to her."
(End of chapter)