The cold wind was so strong that it cut his face like a knife. He Yi lay on his back in the silent grass, breathing the cold air into his lungs.

It was so cold.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and there was an unprecedented confusion in his eyes.

Who am I? Where am I?

He Yi felt that his mind was empty, as if he had forgotten many things. He tried hard to recall, but it felt like his brain was like a mess. When he concentrated on recalling carefully, it was as if a steel needle pierced into his skull.

His head was splitting with pain.

At this time, a chaotic sound came from not far away, echoing in his ears.

He climbed out of the wet grass without making a sound. He raised his ears, and this time he heard clearly? It was coming from the upper reaches of the lake where he was currently.

"Royal waste, hairy monster!"

"You have disgraced our Og tribe?!"

"Hahaha, I'll beat you to death, you ugly bastard!!"

The voices continued intermittently, mixed with kicking sounds and suppressed groans.

...

Time goes back to one minute ago.

At that time, in the gray-white haze, He Yi happily stretched out his hand? Palm, Locke slightly lowered his head and exhaled, and in the blind spot of the male insect's vision, his tail hook released a cloud of black mist.

The fighting instincts trained by many years of fighting in the end times are still there, and when he senses danger? In an instant, He Yi released his mental power with all his strength, but it was too late to attack.

Therefore, he only had time to use mental power to hypnotize.

Such a close distance gave him a great opportunity to hypnotize.

And the reason why Locke, the prince of the Oger tribe, ascended to the throne by stepping on the sea of ​​blood and corpses was because he awakened an outstanding talent skill - the realm.

Anyone who enters his realm will be dominated by him.

In layman's terms, he can create a dream space with his mental power. In the dream space, all living souls are like a blank sheet of paper, allowing him to write and create settings at will. Through this talent skill, when countless enemies were indulging in their dreams, he pierced their hearts lightly.

But the realm is not omnipotent, there are certain limitations - time, location, and the strength of the object being cast are all factors that affect it.

According to Locke's original intention, he wanted to weave an aphrodisiac dream space, enjoy himself with the male insects in the realm barrier, and then pack the male insects and take them back to Planet 2 where the tribesmen are now temporarily living.

Unexpectedly, when he was weaving the dream space, he was attacked by the hypnotic counterattack of the male insects.

He was caught off guard.

As a result, the weakest part of his mind collapsed without any preparation.

Although the weaving of the dream space was completed smoothly, the content of the dream became the dark childhood that he buried deep in his memory.

Is that his immortality? 's nightmare.

...

In the dream space, the sounds of beating and scolding continued.

He Yi walked through the tall grass with his back bent. He tiptoed, taking advantage of the cover of the big trees by the lake, and approached the source of the sound little by little.

"You are a piece of trash, and you

still have the nerve to say that you are from the royal family of Oger? Bah!" "I thought you were awake? What? Incredible skills, but... just this fur?! Hahaha!"

"Oh, our poor Prince Locke."

"Look at his shabby body, does he look like a dead dog?"

"Bastard, how dare you stare at me?"

"Let him drink some water to calm down."

Although I was mentally prepared, but when I saw it? He Yi was still amazed by this scene of the strong bullying the weak.

Because it was completely beyond his imagination. A group of red-skinned cubs with tail hooks on their backs were bullying a furry creature.

Those vicious cubs were beating and scolding while laughing.

It was as if they were playing with a toy that had no life.

Locke had a numb face and did not make any resistance.

He let the punches and feet hit him.

In fact, he could end this dream at any time, but he didn't do it. Since the accidental fight evoked this memory, why not experience it again?

After all, the leader of the Oger tribe cannot have any weakness, not even a little bit? .

When he was still a cub, he regarded this as an endless nightmare and buried it deep in his heart. But now, seeing the phantom of the enemy that he had dragged into hell with all kinds of cruel hands reappear again, his heart could no longer stir the slightest.

He Yi was still squatting quietly behind the tree, not stepping forward to stop this evil act. He didn't remember anything now and didn't want to get into trouble.

Suddenly, a brown-haired cub stretched out his foot with a sarcastic look on his face and stepped on Locke's tail hook.

As if it was not enough, he also viciously-

crushed it hard.

The tail hook is the fighting weapon of the Oger tribe, and it is also the most sensitive and fragile part.

Although this is Locke's own dream space, but being in it, all? All sensory sensations were transmitted to his mind through mental power in an incomparable way.

Locke lay on the ground without saying a word, and licked the blood stains on the corners of his mouth expressionlessly. After so many years, it was still as painful as before.

It doesn't matter, it will be over soon.

Indeed, not long after, the cubs dragged Locke to the lake with seven hands and eight feet, kicked him into the lake, and pushed him to the center of the lake with laughter.

"Let this bastard reflect in the water."

"Let's go, where are we going to play!"

The water is cold, but it is better to have a cool heart. Locke floats up and down in the rippling lake.

He once again experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death. The pain brought by this desperate situation is not physical, but? It was mental torture...

Under a big tree not far away, He Yi waited for the cubs to disperse and then showed up.

He glanced at the dark blood trail that had already solidified on the ground, and then jumped into the lake without hesitation. He thought he could swim, right?

He Yi swam in the water by instinct, and after swimming to the drowning furry little pitiful creature, he grabbed it, lifted it out of the water, and swam back to the shore with one hand.

Looking at the wounded and wet furry creature, He Yi felt compassion, and under the drive of his instinctive memory, he summoned the wood-related supernatural power.

Then, the wounds healed little by little.

Locke sat on the shore with a complicated look in his eyes. Back then, he prayed to God day and night, hoping that someone could save him from the mire, how great would that be. But no one, not even one.

Now, in this illusory dream created by mental power, there is actually someone. A miracle happened. In the dark cold water, he was gently lifted out of the water, and his body became warm.

But that? So what? He doesn't need it anymore? .

Seeing that Maorongrong seemed sad, He Yi touched his wet red hair and comforted him gently, "Little boy, you are actually very cute. Don't listen to their nonsense."

Hearing this, Locke didn't flinch. The arc of his lips was a little sharp. He was silent for a while and then spoke in an ambiguous way: "Really? Then? Do you want to have an in-depth exchange with me?"

"The negative distance kind." He smiled.

He Yi was stunned for a moment, "Ah?"

Is this little boy a spirit? He is so young, but he knows a lot.

Locke sneered, "Why? Don't you dare?"

He Yi moved away? He raised his hand to wipe the water drops on his face, and instantly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are still young and don't understand anything. This kind of thing requires love between two people to come to fruition, and it can't be said casually."

Locke seemed to be thinking, "So, you still don't dare?"

Outside the realm, Zhao Shanshan arrived late.

Through the mist and thick clouds, he saw the male insect who fainted on the ground. He felt weak before he could get close. He staggered towards the male insect step by step.

Once you enter the realm, no matter who you are, no matter how strong your will is, you can't escape the fate of falling asleep in the end.

Because the mental power that constructs the dream space permeates every bit of air in the realm.

Zhao's hand? After barely touching the male insect's face, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, unable to move a finger. He closed his eyes and fell asleep unwillingly.

When he woke up again, he was in a jungle.

He had no memory, and he walked and stopped along the way in a daze, and finally found a source of water.

It was a lake. Zhao pursed his dry lips.

Hmm, a little thirsty.

Looking at the two figures sitting on the lakeshore in front of him. Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Just drink some water, it shouldn't disturb them,

right? Never mind, the lake has no owner, what's wrong with him drinking some water?

A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver, then walked lightly towards the lake.

Even if his steps were light, he was still startled when he got closer to the two figures talking by the lake.

One of them was He Yi, who had a serious face after Mao Rongrong asked him for sex without restraint, and was now instilling the truth in Mao Rongrong.

Hearing the silence behind him, he turned his head subconsciously.

Then he saw the figure that seemed to be carrying light, and his expression was a little dazed.

As if he had sensed something, Zhao Ling, who was originally staring at the road, suddenly raised his head, and their eyes met in mid-air.

The four looked at each other.

Zhao Ling's fierce gaze softened instantly.

However, He Yi retracted his gaze as if he had been electrocuted. He Yi looked at her, his heart beating like a drum, and he endured the palpitations deep in his heart. As if someone had cast a spell on him, he stood up from the river bank, shook off the water on his body, walked forward step by step, and said with a smile: "Hello, I think I like you a little bit."

Zhao Ye took a half step forward, and a flash of light flashed in his ice-blue eyes, which disappeared in a flash. He looked up and down at the strange yet familiar figure in front of him, tilted his head and smiled.

"How about, let's try together?"

He Yi froze for a moment, staring at the smile in front of him in a daze, and a strange feeling surged in his heart again, and he said hesitantly: "Okay."

All of this was seen by Locke.

Those clear purple eyes were full of teasing.

The male insect who just emphasized to him not to express love to the opposite sex casually and not to fall in love casually, now sees the female insect and becomes greedy? He jumps on her like a big fish and starts flirting with her. The slap

in the face comes too fast, like a tornado.

Locke curls his lips: Does your face hurt?

The thick-skinned male insect doesn't feel any pain at all, and he pushes the flag he just set himself.

There's nothing he can do about it, who would have thought that love would come so easily?

He Yi blushes and starts talking to Zhao about? the weather.

Zhao stands in front of the male insect, his face gradually turning red, completely forgetting? the original intention of coming here to drink water.

Seeing that? The couple gets more and more interested in each other as they talk, and they forget about themselves as they talk, forgetting? Everything around him seemed to be a natural match, like a love story spanning three lifetimes.

Locke lowered his eyes, his tail hook swaying slightly.

"Goodbye, male insect." Locke said silently with his red lips slightly opened, a determined light flashing across his eyes.

He gathered all the heavy emotions in his eyes, leaving only a deep emptiness.

In an instant, the earth trembled.

The lake surged and rushed, and all the scenes in front of him were like a fragile glass painting, shattering layer by layer.

The realm was opened.

The dream space constructed by mental power no longer existed. Outside the space, He Yi and Zhao, who were lying on the ground, opened their eyes almost at the same time.

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