"Hey, hey, Yuzu is out of class!" There was a particularly underpumping sound in the noisy environment, and Wuhuan woke up a little uncomfortable with a dazzling light, and the orange-red evening sunset was shining on his face at this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Where is this?" Wu Huan looked at the big face that was only a fist away from him, and wanted to pump him for some reason, his body stepped back and hit the table behind him, there were rows of neat tables and chairs with a row of books on them, and the figures full of youthful atmosphere came and went around, the blue and white uniform sportswear, and the green plank in front of him that occupied most of the walls.

"School?" "Everything here is unpleasant in the classroom, and he is wearing that blue and white school uniform.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't sleep stupidly!" The underwhelming sound sounded again, and a chubby palm shook in front of Wu Huan.

"Zhang... Ink!" There were a few faint youth beans on his familiar and somewhat unfamiliar round face, and Wuhuan almost blurted out the other party's name.

"I still know my brother's name, it seems that I didn't sleep stupidly, damn, you kid is too good, you dare to sleep in the old class, if you didn't get the first place in the school in this big exam and fight for him face, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat!" Zhang Mo said half-ridiculed and half-jealous.

"Lie Lao Ban, Yan Lie!" I don't know why, a man with a Chinese character face approaching middle age and looking very serious and stereotypical automatically appeared in front of Wu Huan, looking at this man, Wu Huan always felt a little familiar but couldn't say anything.

"Let's go, it's almost time, everyone is waiting for us, you are our main force in this basketball game with the third class!" Zhang Mo couldn't help but pull Wuhuan and walked out, passing by a person along the way, looking at these people Wuhuan is inexplicably familiar.

"I, are you back? Or is everything a dream?" After nearly three hundred years of cultivation, it was like a dream, and at this time, Wuhuan was already a little unable to tell whether he was in a dream or awake.

"Mo Fatty, be careful when you walk!" In a coquettish cheer, a beautiful figure was pointing at Wuhuan who was far away, and the two of them were coquettish.

"Yan Qihong!" Wu Huan secretly exclaimed in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Chunhong, we're in a hurry!" Zhang Motou waved his hand and said.

Along the way, too many people have passed in front of them, familiar or unfamiliar, as if they had seen them in a dream, or Wuhuan brought them all to his dreams.

Zhang Mo looked fat but didn't run slowly, and after a while, he pulled Wuhuan to the side of the basketball court, and at this time, a large group of people had already gathered here, and his face was from Wuhuan to Wuhuan's eyes.

"Wu Wei is waiting for you, hurry up!" someone in the crowd waved his arms as he waved his arms from afar, and he looked the same as Huo Lingqi.

"Come on, Wu Wu, I'm optimistic about you!" A smart and cunning voice came, and I saw Bell smiling sweetly at himself in his school uniform.

"Hey, Ding, what class are you from!" someone complained, that person was very similar to Yun Potian.

"The result will be the same for the next few defeats!" said a man wearing the same uniform as the Fire Spirit Qi.

"Xuantian Po!" This man is burly, giving people a very reliable feeling, it is that Xuantian Po.

"Come, come, hurry!" There was a commotion from all around, and Wuhuan saw familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Are they really just my classmates?" At this time, Wuhuan was already confused, and the reality and dream were the real ones.

"Hey, why didn't you wake up when you kid was stupid again!" Zhang Mo urged.

"The so-called channeling is to go straight to the depths of one's own soul and face one's own heart to find oneself, but people have endless distracting thoughts, each distracting thought can evolve into a world, when you fall into your own distracting thoughts, it is equivalent to entering a world of reincarnation, after countless worlds, your own will will will be destroyed, so the will is not strong, deep in it, inextricably lost in self-thinking, I hope you can survive......" The words that I don't know who said came came from my ears, and the real and painful touch of my hands was very strange.

"It's a dream, I don't want to wake up, it's not a dream, I don't want to face it!"

After a basketball game, Wuhuan and Zhang Mo walked home in the sunset, Zhang Mo has a sister named Niuniu, who likes Wuhuan and likes this little sister who is only seven or eight years old, with the same name and the same character, when he saw Zhang Mo being embarrassed by his sister, the figures of Lu Mo and Niuniu appeared in front of him.

"Maybe it's just an interesting dream!" Wu Huan, the old house of Teacher Wu in the orphanage, now lives alone, looking at a huge black and white photo hanging on the wall, Wu Huan smiled knowingly.

"Good night, Wu... Uncle Ou!" The middle-aged uncle in the photo has gray hair and vicissitudes of life, as if telling an endless story, what remains unchanged is the warm gaze and smile he looks ahead, he is half of Wuhuan's adoptive father and the teacher who taught him to cultivate.

It was a long and restful night's sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him was not the room he was familiar with, but a very dilapidated hut, and the house was filled with the smell of corruption.

"Get up, get up, the little rabbit cub is about to get up and work!" A roar broke the silence of the room, a big man lifted the torn coat on Wu Huan's body and picked him up, this big man was full of fierce faces, at this time Wu Huan saw a group of people lying around the house, although they were of different ages, but the same was wrapped in a layer of torn quilt dirty faces, one by one trembling up and looking at the big man in front of him in fear, and Wu Huan suddenly found that his body had become smaller, as if he was only four or five years old.

"This is ......" thin body and small hands, begging along the street for three meals from time to time in exchange for a violent beating for no reason, this is his life before he entered the orphanage, a past that he doesn't want to remember or even want to forget, that big man is the person he least wants to see in his heart, a person who claims to be Wuhuan's "father".

"No!" I don't know if it was because of fear or excitement, Wuhuan suddenly yelled, and took a chopstick that he would hold in his hand when he slept, and stabbed it hard.

"Ah, little beast!" A bloody light appeared, accompanied by a roar, and Wu Huan's whole person was thrown out directly by a strong force, and in the great pain of landing, Wu Huan struggled out of nowhere, and ran out of his nightmarish past before the big man chased after him.

I don't know how long I ran, Wuhuan really couldn't run, and the whole person fell down directly, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of him and helped the thin him.

"Little friend, it's easy to fall down if you run so fast!" A gentle voice that Wu Huan had never heard before sounded in his ears, and a slightly ordinary but smiling face was tantamount to the best thing in the world in Wu Huan's eyes at this time.

I don't know why Wuhuan was so tired that he fell asleep in this man's arms, he slept very peacefully, because this man was his future adoptive father, that Wuhuan had never called "Dad" Teacher Wu.

Wu Huan woke up again, it was still the simple and familiar room, at this time Wu Huan heard bursts of crying around him, and for some reason he also felt like crying. Speaking out, maybe no one believes that he hasn't cried a few times since Wuhuan remembers, and the only time in his life he really wanted to cry was when Teacher Wu left the world.

The solemn mourning hall, the black-and-white photo in the center of the hall with the forever smiling person, Wuhuan staring deeply at the photo leaning weakly against the door frame, the students of Teacher Wu who kept coming back and forth to worship, the orphans who came out of the orphanage and the various people Wuhuan didn't even look at it, he only had the small photo in his eyes that occupied his whole world, the man who had never called "father".

All these things buried in the bottom of my heart were originally buried in the deepest part of my consciousness by Wu Huan, but now they are emerging one by one, according to the memory, everything should have ended here, but for some reason, Wu Huan saw the man, the man who called himself "father" appeared in the crowd of condolences, looking at the photo with a sneer, and at the same time looking at Wu Huan.

"No, !!" Wu Huan saw it, he saw that the man stretched out his hand and pushed Teacher Wu out of the crowd, and at this time a car was speeding from not far away; he saw that this man pierced a dagger deep into Teacher Wu's back and the blood was stained all over his body; he saw this man with a hideous face and set a fire to burn the entire orphanage into a sea of fire, Teacher Wu struggled and wailed in the sea of fire; he saw it......

Wuhuan has seen too much, all of them are this man who killed Teacher Wu in different ways, even if Wuhuan knew that Teacher Wu died of cancer, but he just couldn't stop the surging killing intent in his heart, which was about to crush this person's bones and ashes.

"I want your life!" The silent roar finally resounded in the sky, the space collapsed in an instant, all the scenes dissipated, and the only thing left in front of me was the man's hideous sneer, one, two...... The figures of countless men filled Wu Huan, and there was a silent sneer all around.

"What's wrong with this kid!" In the real world, Phantom Shiyuan couldn't help but feel depressed when he looked at the dark sea of knowledge, it's been three days, and this spiritual tribulation is inevitably too long.

Just when the illusory world was bored, suddenly a red light crossed in the starry sky of Zhihai, and this was just the beginning of a red light that pierced the starry sky and illuminated the entire Zhihai starry sky.

"It's ...... Extreme killing intent, what is this kid pressing in his heart?" Phantom Shiyuan looked at countless blood lights across the sky, one big star after another began to glow red, the Burial Soldier Peak turned into a blood mountain, and the ten thousand beasts roared and a monstrous evil aura escaped from the Burial Soldier Peak, the silver moon representing Wuhuan's soul had completely turned into a blood moon at this time, the golden sun was unprecedentedly dim at the moment, and in the outside world, Wuhuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the bloodshot filled the entire whites of his eyes, and the True Self Armor appeared behind him, and a blood mountain floated in a sea of blood where endless spirit soldiers had emerged.

"Kill!" With a monstrous murderous intent, Wuhuan suddenly broke out of the hole and disappeared into the distant sky.

"It's not good, it's a big deal!" Seeing that Bai Zhan, who had always been calm, was also standing on the top of the Funeral Soldier Peak with a face on his face at this time, he only felt that this matter was really bad.