Chapter 131 131. Sister Yi and Lost Memories
He Jianzhu's cold fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows. Xia Feng could feel a stream of information pouring into his mind, slowly forming an imprint in his mind.
At the same time, his brain felt a sharp pain as if a switch had been turned on, and countless images flashed through his mind like slides.
"Xiao Feng!"
"Sister Yi, it hurts, stop pulling my ears~"
"Tell me, where did you go to play again?"
"Go, go to Sister Xue's house to play. Didn't I tell you this morning?"
In my memory, there is a picture of a girl with a blurry face pulling the little boy's ear unhappily.
Xia Feng's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was surprised. What is this thing? Why don't I remember this person from my childhood?
He remembered that he was adopted by a landowner since he was a child, and later for some reasons, he was adopted by Wei Shutong when he was about 14 years old.
It was also at this time that his brain was probably fully developed, and his memories of past lives gradually awakened. At the same time, he realized that there was something unusual about his heart.
But when Xia Feng thought about his memories before the age of 14, he was stunned. He suddenly found that he seemed to have forgotten many things that happened in his childhood.
He only remembered that he used to live in a place called "Liuzhuang". At that time, he was still a stupid kid and often went to the Cha family to play with Cha Naixue.
As for more, it was as if the memory was covered with a veil. He tried his best to see clearly, but the more he tried, the thicker the veil became.
The faces of both the girl called 'Sister Yi' and the owner of Liuzhuang were very blurry.
"Excuse me, three of you~"
The man laughed lightly, and He Jianzhu didn't turn around, but continued to tap Xia Feng's eyebrows with his fingertips.
Xia Feng also ignored it, frowned and tried hard to see the past buried deep in his memory.
But he seemed to be blocked by a very mysterious force. Everything about Liuzhuang was always hidden at the bottom of the deep sea. The further he went downstream, the greater the resistance became and the more painful his head became.
"Tsk, are you deaf?" Seeing these three people ignoring him, the pink-haired man's smile gradually faded, and his eyes became cold and unhappy as he stared at the back of the woman in the plain skirt.
He licked his lips and reached out to press the shoulders of the woman in the plain skirt, "Little beauty, show me your——"
"It's really annoying." A helpless voice sounded.
Hiss—the man's forearm in the pink shirt suddenly fell to the ground, separated from his arm, and the fresh pink flesh at the elbow splattered with blood, exploding like a water pump.
The man in pink was slightly stunned, paused for half a second, then bent over and screamed, holding his elbow.
The three men beside the pink-shirted man's heads fell to the ground and died instantly.
He Jianzhu slowly turned around.
What the hell is going on! The pink-shirted man looked up in fear and anger. The moment he saw the woman's face, his expression suddenly changed and he turned and ran away.
But just as he flew into the air, it was as if there were invisible blades in the sky, and his legs were cut off from the air, and blood burst out again.
"Ah ...
Under the spiritual flesh fruit tree.
"These untouchables don't seem to be afraid of us?" The bald man was looking down at the seven spiritual masters under the tree.
Someone shook his head in disdain: "Oh, I guess he has given up struggling."
But at this moment, heart-wrenching screams came from behind. Everyone looked back in confusion, and a terrifying scene suddenly came into their eyes.
Their leader, the man in pink, was seen wriggling on the grass with only his right hand left. His face was twisted with fear as if he was terrified. He was frantically digging at the haystack with his right hand while calling for help from everyone, trying to find a last chance of survival.
Twenty or so young nobles looked at the scene in front of them in confusion. What was going on?
"He, He Jianzhu! That's He Jianzhu!"
Someone pointed into the distance in panic.
"Damn it! How did she regain her human form?"
"Shit—run!"
However, as soon as the man finished speaking, his limbs and head separated from his torso, breaking into a pile of parts and falling to the ground.
Everyone's faces suddenly changed and they began to flee in all directions.
But it was of no avail. Everything that came under the gentle gaze of the woman in the plain dress was broken into parts. Along with scarlet rain, a large number of heads and severed limbs fell from the sky.
"Art! It's simply art!" Yuan Zhoulu's red eyes gleamed as he stared fascinatedly at the terrifying rain of corpses, muttering crisply, "Is this the boss? So impressive!"
"Damn it, sister, we're not going to just win and clear this Disaster Realm, are we?" Yizhao sighed in shock, then became thoughtful. "The reward for clearing this Disaster Realm is a Seven-Eye Relic. We're picking it up for free."
Relics are also called divine relics, which refer to the fact that after the death of some gods or near-god-level powerful beings, part of their power will not dissipate, but will materialize into some physical items that can only be used once or a few times.
"Dream on, you idiot brother." Yuan Zhoulu curled his lips. "Do you think a god-level relic is a piece of cabbage? There must be only one. And according to the rules of the previous disaster realm, there may be some hidden conditions for obtaining it."
“Ahhhhhh——” Just as the two were chatting, the desperate screams from the sky were endless.
"God of the Sky! Are you just watching the show? Take action now!"
In despair, they waited for a long time for help and cursed angrily.
The man in the pink shirt was still crawling darkly on the haystack like a maggot, gritting his teeth and growling helplessly.
"God of the Sky, I draft a plan"
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The naked strong man was sitting in front of a black and white piano, his ten fingers dancing on the keys like falling beads, playing a cheerful and gradually passionate battle music.
Wait until the song ends.
"I have to say, your research in the field of art is indeed much better than that of the Evil Clan."
The naked burly man exclaimed, "I really like this song. Oh, yes, what is it called?"
"'The War of the Ants'." Geng Gui leaned lazily against the wall and said casually.
"What a good name! I really like the word ant."
The naked burly man's expressionless and solemn face revealed a look of reminiscence. "Before the war of unification of the Evil Realm and the establishment of the Imaginary Royal Court, I was just an ant."
"But fortunately, the law followed in this world is the survival of the fittest."
The naked strong man stood up with a faint smile, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked below the clouds. Geng Gui also followed him to the side of the God of Sky, confused as to why.
"I hear the cries of the weak and the pleas of the ants."
The Sky God heard the cries and requests for help from the people in the lower realm, but he did not take any immediate action. His face remained calm, and his tone was slightly puzzled. "This strange woman, He Jianzhu, has actually returned to her human form ahead of time, beyond my expectations."
"And that man is weird too."
"What?" Geng Gui was a bit unresponsive and asked in surprise, "He Jianzhu recovered early? Wouldn't those noble children who went down there be in danger?"
"It's not that there is danger, it's that everyone is about to die." The naked strong man said calmly, his eye sockets began to fill with ink-black color, and he concentrated his mind to see through the layers of clouds and mist, and clearly see all the scenes below.
"All dead?" Geng Gui wasn't too surprised. He even curled his lips in a gloating manner. "That's good too. I've been fed up with these useless nobles for a long time."
Huh—the space behind Geng Gui suddenly split open, and his one-meter-high scarlet eyeballs swiveled left and right, uttering a majestic low voice:
"It's just right. Since He Jianzhu has awakened early, let's capture him in advance. God of the Sky, do you need my help?"
The naked burly man glanced at Scarlet calmly and said, "No need. He Jianzhu, who has regained his human form, has lost the qualifications to pose a threat to me. He is just an ant."
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the entire palace suddenly shook slightly.
Geng Gui looked up, puzzled: "What's going on?"
The naked burly man closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then shook his head and said, "A venerable is attacking Entrance 1."
"That's probably the White Dragon Walker from the Yinlong Legion." Geng Gui chuckled and said, "This walker has a quick temper, so just ignore him."
Outside Entrance 1.
Four figures stood at the foot of a jagged mountain wall covered in ivy. In the center of the wall stood a rotten wooden door. Above the door frame were gleaming silver words: [Welcome to Yuanhe Orphanage]
Three of the four figures were wearing pure black military uniforms in the shape of climbing dragons and tactical boots. They looked at the middle-aged man in the front with some helplessness.
The man was wearing flip-flops, a vest and blue and white beach pants, with a pure white military uniform draped over his shoulders. A solemn black and gold dragon-shaped military emblem was engraved on the back of the uniform.
The man had a square face, a scruffy beard, and looked a little weathered. He had a smoking cigar in his mouth.
"Damn it!" He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door in his flip-flops. The door didn't move at all, but he didn't give up and continued to kick hard.
It seemed as if some kind of power was used, causing the palace in the disaster area to tremble.
"You won't let me in, right?"
"Bang! Bang bang bang!" The big feet with sparse leg hair hit again and again.
"I'll kick your grandpa to death!" The middle-aged man seemed to enjoy it, his feet moving faster and faster, bang bang bang non-stop.
The three people behind him held their foreheads in silence.
"Master Xingzhe, forget it." A woman stepped forward and said helplessly, "The disciples have said that the waters here are very deep and we can't act rashly."
A man wearing glasses also spoke in a deep voice: "The forces behind this place are intertwined and complex. Even if the Disciple Reverend comes, he may not be able to uproot this place."
Bang bang bang bang——
After kicking for a while, White Dragon Walker finally seemed to be tired. He slowly stopped his shadowless kick and landed on the ground.
Seeing this, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. "According to speculation, this disaster realm is at least the Seven Eyes level. Although it hasn't reached the God level yet, it's close. Anyone who enters there has no chance of survival. Even though you, Master Xingzhe, have reached the Venerable Realm, there's still a high chance you'll be killed in it."
"So, since the evil beasts inside don't welcome us, there's no need for us to force our way in."
The middle-aged man took a deep puff of his cigar, looked up at the wooden door plaque, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled white mist.
"Besides, our main mission in King's Landing is to investigate the Peach Organization. Lord Walker, let's focus on business." The man pushed his glasses and was about to continue speaking.
"A rope can saw through wood." The middle-aged man twisted his arms to stretch himself and grinned, "Tsk~ You won't let me in, huh? I'll kick you for a month, and I'll eventually break this damn barrier!"
He raised his foot again, and like a brick-breaker, his leg left no trace and began to hit the wooden door barrier with a bang.
The three people behind him held their foreheads helplessly.
(End of this chapter)
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