I created the Longevity Club

Lu Li only felt that his mouth and nose were full of a foul smell, and because of the pressure, his lungs were very uncomfortable. It can be said that he was breathing upward with a hint of struggle. Therefore, during the breathing process, the rotten smell made people feel more disgusted. The overly irritating smell constantly stimulated Lu Li's eyes, causing him to shed a layer of physiological tears.

Through layer after layer of mist, you can see that the opponent is now standing very high. Under his feet are mud blocks made of cards. He seems to be walking back and forth calmly. It can be said that he is high above, as if he is a god who controls the life and death of others.

But even if he is doing anything, is he really a god?

The clumps of mud have slowly rubbed to Lu Li's ears. I don't know why at such an emergency, a wonderful idea suddenly rushed into Lu Li's sea of ​​consciousness. He only saw him spit fiercely.

He shouted Du Mu's skills loudly.

"During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another"

Although the voice is not loud enough to resound through the sky, it is full of faith. I wonder if the image in this poem can appear here.

For some reason, Lu Li always feels that his current situation is in line with the image of the poem.

Lu Li did not give up the hope of living, just like the fights in the past. No matter what kind of trump card he has, he will never retreat as long as he fights. If he does not have the idea of ​​moving forward, then I am afraid that Lu Li would have died in the past. He must firmly stare at the last glimmer of hope.

Lu Li can live to this day, knowing the difficulty of life, and how his friends in the past died.

So life is not fragile, nor is it tough, but it must not surrender. You must insist on your desire to survive. If you can't even do this, it will be useless no matter what.

The land, is it successful, or the other party's memory can be stagnant? With an incredible kick, it can finally be confirmed that Lu Li's whole body is not sinking, as for the body that has been stuck in the mud.

Lu Li murmured silently, and uttered another sentence of the whole poem of the third skill.

"The Chu waist is slender and light in the palm"

As expected, the idea was correct, and the image was consistent. Lu Li only felt that he could no longer feel the pressure of the mud. It seemed that something pushed him up. Most of his body came out of the mud that was originally trapped. In this way, he could not only breathe relatively fresh air, but also open his eyes. Lu Li seemed to have survived a disaster. He took a deep breath and finally felt hope.

Lu Li breathed in the air in deep gulps, and there was a lingering fear in his eyes. He almost fell here completely just now.

At the same time, Lu Li's body leaked out of the mud, all the way to his calves. He wiped the mud on his face fiercely. He knew that it might not look good now. His body was wet and dripping with mud. He was very embarrassed, but when Lu Li looked up, he saw his opponent. Now he was standing on the high platform and was very surprised. He couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile. .