When he woke up again, Qin Ming had become a living dead on the island. Guarding his side is his living dead brother, Tong Ning.
The two of them were forgotten in this cursed land.
Can't get out, forever.
The days spent here were long and difficult, with only resentment and hatred left in their minds, and they lived in the evil ways they were once shamelessly evil.
So everything in this world is the source of their resentment and hatred. All good things can arouse their jealousy.
In the infinitely magnified malice, the two people were no longer who they were before, and had become another person.
They came here with new looks, constantly denying their past selves and doing various things that were contrary to the past.
It seems that only this contrast between extreme evil and kindness can preserve the last shadow in my heart.
However, even this is far from filling the ever-expanding hole in my heart.
In the dead of night, he and they would always think about that night. That fateful night——
It would have been better if I hadn't gone to that cave in the first place. If they had been able to see the true face of that bitch, would they still be able to fight with swords and horses in green clothes now? If I hadn't been so greedy at that time, would everything have been different?
Qin Ming's story is very simple. It was just a betrayal and death in a foreign land. There's not much to say.
Very pitiful but not worthy of pity.
Being harmed by a traitor is truly depressing. But for his own selfish desires and the resentment in his heart, he helped others commit evil and plunged more people into the endless abyss with his own hands. How is this different from the traitor who harmed them? Even more hateful.
Of course, Ningxia doesn't know this story. Qin Ming also never resorted to exporting.
Ningxia has a magical weapon that can dispel the dead energy.
Get rid of...dead energy
Such thoughts lingered in his mind like a demonic barrier, making him more and more crazy.
Such things... all of this. Why didn't things appear in front of them earlier?
He would never forget watching his close brother being tortured to death. He could never forget the horrible feeling of the terrible death energy whirling through his body when he died.
He and his brother were tortured to death. Died by the corrosion of death air.
Why didn't anyone save them then? Why can't anyone get that damn death energy out of the body? Why did they, those fellow disciples who claimed to be related to them, leave Fengming City without looking back? Why were their brothers the only ones forgotten like this?
Resentment. Hate it.
Why is she so lucky? Why? And they all died.
Anger and resentment engulfed Qin Ming's reason, and his eyes were gradually engulfed by black energy. His pair of lifeless moves turned towards Ningxia not far away.
Ningxia, who was always paying attention to the changes in Qin Ming, naturally felt the changes in the other party.
I saw that the opponent's admirable pair of eyes were stained with a blue-black death aura, soaked in, and the eyeballs were swollen and bulging, almost falling out of their sockets.
The relatively neat face suddenly cracked open with several holes, exposing the white bones of the head, and most of the face was destroyed in an instant. Several cracked scars actually made the skin hang precariously on the face.
The corners of the mouth were split in half, and two gashes were torn out at the corners of the mouth, and the corners almost extended to the earphones. In this way, the lower half of the face is occupied by a large artificial mouth.
He raised a "smile" towards Ningxia, and two cracks extending to his ears were displayed in front of Ningxia's eyes.
She could clearly see the other person's rotting mouth and pitch-black tongue. The yellow color contrasted with the black and red color, which was so terrifying.
A horror movie scene brought to life.
Ningxia:……
But soon she had no time to be stunned. Because Qin Ming is crazy.
All right. Ning Xia couldn't understand why he didn't go crazy even after talking so much about Tong Ning, and even continued talking to Ning Xia with a smile. Although he was pretending, the other party always maintained an absolutely calm state and controlled the rhythm.
Qin Ming turned out to be crazy, but it was not Tong Ning who aroused him, but the Bodhi bracelet.
Isn't it? Brother, I didn’t expect you to be such a small-minded guy. Judging from the other party's last words, Ganqing was angry that a mere Ningxia could possess such a treasure as a bracelet?
Are you sure this is serious?
At this moment, Ning Xiaoxia couldn't help but doubt their plastic brotherhood.
shock! Years of brotherhood are nothing compared to a broken bracelet! Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?
And if you go crazy, you will go crazy. What are you doing by harming yourself?
Ning Xiaoxia stared dumbfoundedly at the other party's Hulala moves, which frightened her. He tore her own mouth off, and then ruined her face with Hulala.
Could this double his combat effectiveness? Ning Xiaoxia black question mark faceJPG•
but--
This speed is not ambiguous at all. Ning Xia moved her position more than a corner as fast as she could, and the opponent's claws came to her side in an instant.
The five fingers glowing with black energy changed instantly.
——Replace immediately Replace immediately——
It's not easy to find memories in Tokyo, which is crowded with people. Kazuko couldn't bear to hurt this child. If you want a person to give up a stubbornly determined goal, you must first let him try. Only when he falls down and hits a wall will he give up.
However, while wandering around, Kazuko discovered that the child was indeed very familiar with the neighborhood. He knew exactly how many streets there were, where to turn, and where to find shops.
He seemed to be familiar with every place, and every inch had been deeply explored. Hezi had seen him stop at one place many times and stare at it for a long time, wandering.
This level of memory relationship is likely to have been lost recently. Maybe he wasn't excusing himself when he said he had only lost his memory for a week.
Hezi didn't speak. He walked with the child one street after another, watching the other person's expression gradually becoming restless and at a loss, speechless.
It was so painful to lose her memory, and she didn't know how to comfort this child who had a home and could not return.
She didn't understand why this child was so stubborn. The police had the most complete information. If it was a child nearby, they might be able to find a home in less than an afternoon.
The little boy didn't know why, but he was getting more and more restless. Whenever I walk through these familiar places, I feel like something is about to break open in my heart, but it's just a little bit... just a little bit closer.
He squatted on the ground holding his head, staring blankly at the concrete floor, almost crying. He doesn't want to wander like this for the rest of his life, he wants to retrieve his memory, he wants to go home, and he still wants to play ball?
What ball...that round yellow ball? The little boy clearly remembered that after he lost his memory, he entered the town and a man walked by him. The small yellow ball in his hand made his heart palpitate and move.
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