"You!" Liu Feng was slightly angry.
King Ying ignored him and looked back at the young man in white clothes in front of him.
King Ying looked at Su Mo, but seemed not to look at Su Mo... He looked sad and spoke hoarsely:
"You...have her breath on you..."
"Can you...tell me...what did you see there?"
Who would have thought that he would be the king! There was an air of pleading in Kai's tone of voice!
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The spring breeze is coming and the chill is overwhelming!
The wind blew King Ying's hair, and the messy hair swayed in the wind.
Su Mo looked at the middle-aged man who blocked the killing move for him. The powerful aura on his body seemed to be suppressed by a sense of sadness, and Su Mo saw a hint of pleading in his gray eyes.
That look makes me feel distressed!
Su Mo sensed carefully and also felt an extremely familiar aura from King Ying!
Su Mo was slightly startled...
"You are..." Su Mo said in a daze.
"...A father who lost his daughter..." At this moment, King Ying was no longer a great prince, nor a monastic genius.
Just a father, a father who lost his beloved daughter...
"My daughter's name is..."
"...Tongtong!"
boom!
Some memories appeared in front of Su Mo's eyes, which instantly blurred Su Mo's eyes. It was that well-behaved and sensible but pitiful child...
"Brother, I'm afraid..."
"Brother, where is this? It's so dark here. I walked for a long time...I walked for a long time before I saw you. There is nothing here...only pitch black!"
"Brother, I want to go home...I've been sneaking out for a long time. If I don't go home, my parents should be worried..."
"Brother, can you take me home?"
"Brother, why don't they let us go home?"
"Tongtong feels so weak...Tongtong feels that he...can't go home..."
"Brother is lying to...Tongtong..."
"Tongtong...has died a long time ago. How can my brother...send Tongtong...home?"
"Tongtong...remembered, Tongtong sneaked out...and was caught...in this yard...those people...killed Tongtong... ..”
"Tongtong...has been...dead..." M.biQuge.biZ
"Tongtong... can never go home again..."
"Tongtong...very scared..."
"Brother...I want to...listen to...song..."
Brother...I want to...listen to...song...
Su Mo's eyes turned red and he raised his head to look into the middle-aged man's eyes.
And those dark and dull eyes also saw the change in Su Mo's expression!
"Have you... seen... her?" King Ying asked with a trembling voice.
Su Mo nodded silently and took out the Nianchuan Lingyu from his arms. The jade light flowed...
Su Mo looked at this heartbroken man and asked him to see her again!
In his memories...
King Ying was stunned when he saw it. He noticed that Su Mo was paying attention. Su Mo wanted to let him see it with his own eyes...
King Ying instantly became panicked and uneasy. He was afraid and afraid of seeing a scene that he did not dare to face. It can be seen that Tongtong's last chance to see him was right in front of him. For a moment, the father looked in pain. After struggling with pain for a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded to Su Mo.
Su Mo raised his hand in silence and held the spirit jade between the two of them.
Nianchuan Lingyu seemed to respond, and two rays of light flew out, connecting the spiritual consciousness of the two men.
For a moment, King Ying's consciousness fell into Su Mo's memories...
Liu Cheng on the side looked at the actions of the two men with a gloomy face. He supported Liu Feng with one hand and secretly crushed a jade slip in his sleeve with one hand...
The operation of Nianchuan Lingyu began, and Su Mo's mind began to recall the moment he met the soul of Tongtong.
Tongtong is sensible...well-behaved...lovable...
Children's nursery rhymes...
Tongtong's panic...
Tongtong faces the fear of death...
The regret of Tongtong disappearing...
Su Mo has communication with ghosts, and the feelings brought to him by the dead souls are as if he has personally experienced them, so he can empathize with the dead ghosts better than others. It is not sentimental, but he just feels the same way.
And after King Ying started to operate Nianchuan Lingyu...
Then fell into darkness...
Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and he saw Su Mo, a thin man dressed in black with a crossbow on his back, shivering in the dark night.
Then a small figure appeared, and the small figure grabbed Su Mo's trembling hand.
"Brother, I'm afraid..."
"Brother, where is this? It's so dark here. I walked for a long time...I walked for a long time before I saw you. There is nothing here...only pitch black!"
The little figure was frightened and frightened.
With a "boom", King Ying felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.
"Tong...Tongtong..."
King Ying looked at the little figure, his voice choked with sobs.
King Ying rushed forward, frantically wanting to talk to this little figure.
It's a pity that memories... can only be memories...
Memories are like poison, breaking the heart!
Memories are like clouds, elusive and elusive...
That poor little figure couldn't see him, and let him roar and dance wildly, but he only clung to the trembling hand of Su Mo in black in fear...
King Ying was heartbroken and slowly calmed down. He stared blankly at the little man, not daring to miss a glance and wanting to carve it into the depths of his soul...
"Brother, I want to go home...I've been sneaking out for a long time. If I don't go home, my parents should be worried..." the little figure said.
"Tong...Tong..." The seven-foot-tall man's eyes were misty and his eyes were swollen.
"Brother, can you take me home?"
In that darkness, the little Tongtong raised his head and asked...
"Okay...brother will take you home!"
In that darkness, Su Mo, dressed in black, took the little Tongtong and walked out...
King Ying immediately followed him staggeringly.
He followed out of the tunnel and arrived at a courtyard, where he saw three black-robed foundation builders blocking the way.
Three foundations blocked the way home for two thin figures...
King Ying was furious and wanted to kill these three foundation builders.
But...these three foundations are still just memories...
It’s just a memory, so it’s out of reach!
King Ying was furious and useless. He stopped and looked at the two thin and pitiful figures with trembling eyes...
Looking at the two figures blocked in the rainy night.
Sadness comes from it...
"They... just want to go home..."
"I just want to go home..."
In the rainy night, Su Mo in black exerted a strange power. The three foundations were deprived of the ability to move by the strange power, and they looked horrified.
Seeing the frightened expressions of the three men in black robes, King Ying laughed with red eyes.
Nursery rhymes sounded, and the tender voices penetrated the rainy night, echoing in this small world...
"That's...what her mother taught her..."
Su Mo in black hugged the little boy and danced, but the steps were a little weird.
But King Ying didn't find it ugly at all, but found it pleasing to the eye.
King Ying followed the singing, watched the strange dance steps of Su Mo in black holding the little Tongtong in the rain, and then slowly danced with it.
A man in black robe fell to the ground and died. King Ying didn't even bother to look at him. He kept looking closely at the one singing and the other holding the two dancing children, fearing that he would lose sight of them.
Gradually, the little Tongtong's singing gradually stopped and finally stopped...
The remaining two men in black robes fell to the ground and died!
"Tongtong feels so weak...Tongtong feels that he...can't go home..." the little Tongtong said...
King Ying came forward and saw the weak look of the little Tongtong, his heart was as sharp as a knife!
"How could it be? My brother promised Tongtong... that he would send Tongtong home." Su Mo, dressed in black, held his head high. In the vast rainy night, there were no stars, but only endless sadness...
"Brother is lying...Tongtong...Tongtong...is already dead, how can I...send Tongtong... What about going home?"
The body of the little Tongtong became dim, and traces of rain began to fall on the ground through the little Tongtong!
Dead soul!
It turned out to be just a dead soul...
When King Ying heard this, he collapsed on the ground in a daze. Prince Qi Chi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and two lines of bloody tears fell from his eyes.
There is wind in the memories, and the wind in the memories makes King Ying tremble all over.
"Is Tongtong scared?" Su Mo in black lowered his head and hugged the little Tongtong tightly, pressing his cheek against the little Tongtong's forehead.
""Tongtong...is scared..."
"Tongtong is afraid that his parents can't find Tongtong... and he is sad and worried..."
"Tongtong is afraid of the darkness in the other world...Tongtong is most afraid of the dark..."
"Tongtong is still afraid that there is nothing in the other world, and Tongtong is also most afraid of one person..."
"Brother, tell me...what is the other world like?"
"When grandma died, my mother once said... the other world is very beautiful..." The little Tongtong hugged Su Mo's neck tightly.
King Ying looked at the shivering little Tongtong and tried to use his body to block the cold wind blowing towards her, but it was in vain!
"Your mother is right. There are endless things to eat in the other world, and there are beautiful flowers everywhere."
"People in the other world are very kind, and they will be as kind to Tongtong as his parents..." Su Mo in black said softly.
King Ying felt pain and helplessness in his heart when he saw Su Mo in black comforting the little Tongtong softly.
"Brother...I want to...listen to...songs..." The little Tongtong's words became increasingly weak.
"good!"
Su Mo in black agreed.
A piece of opera played, singing the desolation of this place...
The opera landed on the ground and disappeared into thin air...
PS: This chapter was quite painful to write, I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable reading it!
Biquge
