Chapter 113 (2/2)

The bone was pounded by a hammer, and the pain went deep into the soul.

The purple diamond pupil was filled with blood. Tang an was sweating and observed without blinking.

The palm dissolves first and then begins to regenerate.

The regenerated skin begins to adapt to the sun.

”It works.”

Although his face was ferocious, Tang an smiled.

It's time to compete again.

His arms were exposed to the sun inch by inch. During this period, Tang an screamed and wailed, and he was not afraid of losing face.

It's a wild mountain anyway. It'll be much more comfortable to call it out.

In this way, day by day, Tang an spent three days and finally appeared in the sun.

”Hoo...”

Breathe heavily. Life is worse than death these three days!

But he survived.

Tang an looked up at the scorching sun and a middle finger soared into the sky.

Sitting cross legged on the ground, Tang an continued to study his body.

Fortunately, the ability to adapt to the sun has not been greatly reduced, and there is no lack of weight!

After studying his body, Tang an opened the light curtain of waste gold fingers.

Now it has been updated.

Tang Anshi looked at it three times and found that nothing had changed.

Until the problem was found four times later.

The continuous task is still hanging high, and nothing has changed. What has changed is the number of dice thrown per natural month, which has now become a natural year.

Is this NIMA getting more and more backward?

Although most of the garbage is pumped out every natural month, it is more or less useful.

But now every natural year, how much does it cost?

But from the side, the probability of punishment is also reduced.

”The value of the reward is increased and the cost life is updated.”

A hint appeared in Tang an's eyes. In an instant, an ominous premonition rushed straight to the tianlinggai.

When it comes to life expectancy, there are only ten years left.

I'm not old or dead?

What about immortality?

Why is there only ten years left?

Tang an's face was as gloomy as rain, and her eyes stared like a light bulb!

If so, why should he become a ghost?

Didn't he just go for the ghost dance without suffering, which is not old and immortal?

Is it said that this waste golden finger is intentional, afraid of losing self-improvement and giving yourself a little pressure?

So hang yourself with your life and have to perform continuous tasks?

Tang an felt malice.

First I looked up at the hot sky, then I looked down as if I were thinking.

Does he not exist at all, just a pig's foot in a novel or animation, with a dog named ”author” behind it?

The more Tang an thinks about it, the more wrong he is. He has read several novels of this type before.

And with scientific explanation, the world may be one-dimensional space, two-dimensional, three-dimensional, four-dimensional... It does not necessarily exist.

Paralysis, maybe you are really the protagonist or the villain of destiny.

The protagonist is fine, but if the villain is finished.

Tang an's mentality collapsed.

Even if the golden finger has a big problem, he can't do anything. What he should rely on is still to rely on!

It seems that if you want to dominate your destiny, you have to become stronger, stronger and stronger!!