Ah*zhen got up at six o'clock the next morning, came outside the hotel door, and started running around the hotel.

Fatty Zaicong yawned, sat on the stairs at the entrance of the hotel, and helped him count.

At first, when I first ran, not many people noticed the hotel. By 7 o'clock, guests checked in one after another. When they went out to do business, many people noticed the silly boy who was running around the hotel.

The hotel doorman and lobby staff were curiously lying on the window in the hotel, watching, not knowing what Ah* wanted to do.

When he reached the eighth lap, Ah* was already out of breath.

The hotel is at least 400 meters a week, and eight laps are just over three kilometers. Even if he steals things and is chased by someone, he has never run so far. He would rather be beaten up.

But this time, he did not stop. Even though he was tired, he was still running around and mechanically.

For today's super-level performance, he thought it was due to Fernan's threat.

Judging from Fei Nan's temper who killed someone after a disagreement that day, his words were not a joke.

With Ah*'s temper, he had to rest for a long time after pulling a tendon, no matter which bone he broke, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

Twenty-two,

Twenty-three,

...

He felt his lungs burning, his legs were like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't even lift them up, but he was still persevering.

This willpower made him feel very surprised. Didn’t expect me to be so persevering?

Fifty-six,

Fifty-seven,

...

His consciousness was a little blurred, and his steps were as heavy as if he was dragging on the ground, but he still did not stop.

In order not to faint, he tried his best to think about problems and keep himself awake.

He asked himself, is it really just relying on fear to persevere until now?

If he was just because of fear, he might not have been able to run for so long.

Because he had a more dangerous time than this, and at that time, facing a fatal danger, he could not escape for so long.

The reason why he can keep going until now has no idea of ​​giving up must be some belief factors.

So, what belief did he never give up?

Eighty-two,

Eighty-three,

...

The staff in the hotel ran out, ate melon seeds, looked at him with interest, and pointed at him, very curious.

They no longer care about who Ah* is, they just want to know how many laps this strange guy can run.

Ah* was already leaving. He raised his head, his eyes were about to close, but he was still moving forward step by step.

In a trance, he seemed to see that summer again, holding a five-cent secret book of Tathagata's magic palm, practicing it as if hungry as if it were.

He wanted to use this palm technique to be as chivalrous as the heroes in the story, to eliminate violence and maintain good fortune.

However, this palm technique failed him. He was easily knocked to the ground by several gangsters and urinated all over.

He found that the story was full of deception. This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and the strong will bully the weak.

And the heroes in those stories are all fantasized by weak people, hoping that a strong person will discover his conscience and help them stand out.

But such people are destined not to exist. If you want to avoid being bullied by the strong, there is only one way to join them.

So, he gave up his former ideals and persistence, and he swore that he must be a bad person!

Be a bad person that everyone is afraid of!

He thought he did it, so he joined a gang that incorporated the Axe Gang and followed a boss who killed people without blinking.

For a moment, he thought he had said goodbye to his original self and became a brand new self.

However, in this trance, he suddenly realized that he had not changed.

He insisted on running until now, not because of fear, but because of an idea that even he himself found ridiculous.

He didn't want to be looked down upon by Fernan because what Fernan asked him: Have you practiced martial arts?

He answered without thinking about it and practiced.

Only then did he realize that he had always regarded himself as a martial arts practitioner.

He has always been a gangster, picking up cigarette butts from others, and being beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face, but he never lowered his head.

Even if he was beaten, he would still be beaten with his head. He had his own pride, the pride of a martial arts practitioner.

He remembered Fernan said that he would stare at him and run.

So he had to persist until now, just to prove that he could do this, that's all.

He had forgotten how many laps he had run, and he also forgot where he was. He had only one thought, which was to run.

The rumbling footsteps approached, and Fatty Cong rushed over worriedly and saved him.

“How many more…”

He thought he was talking, but in fact he just opened his mouth and didn't make any sound.

But Fatty Cong guessed what he wanted to say and hurriedly said, "One hundred laps! Enough for one hundred laps!"

"good……"

The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and he finally fainted.

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Fatty Zaicong hugged him and shouted, curling his lips to cry.

"Come with me."

Fernan didn't know when he appeared behind him and spoke calmly.

Fatty Zaicong turned around and saw him, he calmed down, picked up Ah*, and followed Fernan.

Without going to Xu Wenqiang's place, Fei Nan opened a new room for them.

When he entered the room, Fernan directed Fatty Zaicong to put Ah* on the bed, then took the salt water that had been prepared and poured Ah* little by little.

Ah* swallowed unconsciously, and the salt water quickly replenished the electrolyte he had lost, and his face began to return to rosy little by little.

Feinan opened another can of grapes, poured out the sugar juice inside, diluted it with water, and poured it into him little by little.

Fatty Zaicong wanted to help, but was afraid of causing trouble, so he could only stand by the bed worriedly and watch him work honestly.

"Okay, he's fine, let him rest for a while! You go out first."

Fei Nan put the bowl on the table and gave instructions to Fat Zaicong.

Fatty Zaicong glanced at Ah*, then turned around and left the bedroom honestly, poked his head and carefully closed the door.

Standing by the bed with his hands on his back, Fernan looked at Ah*. In a coma, he lost his usual lazy appearance. His calm appearance actually felt a solemn feeling of treasure.

After thinking for a while, Fenan suddenly reached out and clenched his fist to smash Ah*'s abdomen.

He used eight points of force, and the fist wind was howling, and the momentum was amazing.

Bang!

When his fist was about to hit the abdomen, a palm was held under his fist.

That was Ah*'s palm. Although his man was still in a coma, the palm of his right hand subconsciously caught Fernan's punch.

really!

Fernan narrowed his eyes, waved his other fist and smashed it into his chest.

Buzz!

A faint golden light suddenly appeared around Ah*'s body, and then a huge force attacked. Fei Nan hurriedly fisted as a palm, crossed his hands to block his chest, but his whole body still flew backwards and hit the wall with a loud bang.

Crunch!

The door of the room opened immediately, and Fatty Cong rushed in hurriedly and looked at Ah* on the bed nervously. He felt relieved when he saw that he was fine.

Then, he found Fernan sitting by the wall and coughing silently, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Covering his chest and coughing twice, Fernan smiled bitterly.

What can be done when opening the Ren and Du meridians? Ah* can learn how to work from the beginning.

However, because of his psychological problems when he was a child, he was unable to take the initiative to use the Tathagata's magic palm. Only when he was unconscious can he use the Tathagata's magic palm to protect himself.

This move just now should be the first move of the Tathagata's magic palm, and the Buddha's light first appeared.

It's indeed amazing.
Chapter completed!