Chapter 6155: 6156 Entered into his once memory
Chapter 6155 Chapter 6156 entered his once memory
"How is the injury, does it matter?" At this time, the skull floated back slowly.
"It's okay, but I am afraid it will be a little difficult to break your catastrophe." Gu Fenghua said frustratedly.
"Actually, I am sorry for you. Given your age, how much experience can you have, how can you really forget the world's favor?" Xuming Tiandi said in a deep tone, and the black hole's "eyes" became deeper.
"What should I do then?" Gu Fenghua became worried.
I thought that he had reached the peak of the Ninth Stage of Huasheng. The Demon Wood Ding and Jiutian Shishihu also successfully promoted Dao implements, and there were thousands of Dao Dao Pills for self-defense. How could they break the Tribulation Realm, who knows the final result? Could it be that she really can only be trapped in this emptiness and waiting to die like the Emperor Xu Ming.
Well, she is waiting to die, others can't die if they want to die.
"Finally, you go, get a good understanding. And remember, you should see what you should see, and you should not watch it." Xu Ming Tiandi sighed and said.
"What?" Gu Fenghua asked inexplicably.
Xu Ming Tiandi did not answer, but a sparkle suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Gu Fenghua's eyes darkened, and his mind instantly plunged into a boundless darkness.
What the **** is he doing? Gu Fenghua was shocked and was about to ask, when his eyes suddenly lit up again, and a cloud of turbidity flowed out before him.
The sky is overcast with lightning and thunder, and the pouring rain pours on the earth, converging into a billowing torrent.
In the distance, an ancient village has been submerged by the flood. A boy who is only five or six years old is holding a dead tree tightly and drifting in the waves of the flood peak.
His face was pale, and his lips were blue with cold. He did not know whether he was blurred by tears or rain, and his eyes were blank.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the turbid flood rushed violently along the winding creek, swallowing everything in front of it, even the half-person-high mountains and rocks were rolling endlessly under the impact of the flood, colliding with each other and making a muffled sound.
The dead tree also undulates in the huge waves, hitting the rocks from time to time, making a crackling sound. The young figure always held the dead tree tightly, looming in the waves.
His forehead pierced at some unknown time, and dazzling blood poured out. Soon, the blood became thin bloodshots under the washing of rain and flood, and melted into the water, exposing a wound with deep visible bones.
Gu Fenghua's heart was violently picked up, and he felt the pain in his heart, as well as the desolation and helplessness in his heart.
She was shocked now that her mind was blended with that of the little boy, and she could clearly perceive everything about him.
Could it be that this is the mind of Emperor Xu Ming, who has entered his memory?
Holding the dead tree tightly with his thin arms, with the ups and downs of the crest, every time it hits, tearing pain will come from his chest. Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, and Gu Fenghua's consciousness also blurred.
But there was a voice constantly ringing in her ear: "Hold tight, never let go. Promise mother, live, you must live!"
After that, an ordinary and fuzzy face appeared in front of her eyes, her eyes filled with tears, sadness and love, and the rough palms stroked her cheeks, and it was so warm.
"Mother, I listen to you, if I live, I will live." The body gradually became cold, but there was a stream of heat from the corners of my eyes, and a voice shouted in my heart.
He seemed to have recovered a bit of strength in his hands, and his thin arms held the dead tree tightly until his consciousness fell into darkness, and he did not let go.
The front of the eyes suddenly lit up, and another picture appeared in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
