"Books, what books?" Ye Mingyuan asked suspiciously.

"It's the "Secret Book" in your hand. The owner of the immature voice said, and gradually walked towards Ye Mingyuan's side from the dark and creepy environment.

At this time, Ye Mingyuan had an intuitive feeling of the appearance of the voice owner in front of him.

It was a body much younger than him, and if you judged by common sense, the age of the young man in front of him would not be more than thirteen years old.

But the silver moon robe that belonged to the Imperial Demon Source Master, and the eyes with evil and disdain, didn't necessarily belong to a child of this age.

"Isn't there only one book on His Majesty's side? Could it be that there is a second book in this kind of mysterious book empire?" Ye Mingyuan asked, still holding the book and staring at the young man in front of him.

"That's the Empire, this is the Dragon Realm. And, hey," said the boy, the corners of his mouth raised sharply, as if he had a very firm sense of confidence in what was about to happen or what was about to be said.

"And what?"

"The little emperor is only holding the top half of the Secret Book, and the bottom half is in your hands. He just knows that you are the son of the dragon clan, and you have the power beyond ordinary people, but he doesn't know that the real power of the dragon clan is not the one in his hand. It is nothing but a trap that guides the desires of the human heart. And once someone is really caught in it, then my Royal Highness can really get out of the situation of suppressing the dragon clan. ”

"Your king?" Ye Mingyuan asked even more together.

"Can't you really remember? Is your memory really so fragile that it can't be pieced together like a shattered mirror?" the young man asked with a slight urgency, no longer the evil, disdain, and confidence that he had just had.

If Ye Mingyuan's memory was really as fragmented as he appeared, so secretive and missing, it would be impossible for him to complete any of the tasks assigned to him by the "king" in his mouth.

"I, I can't remember, I can't remember anything!"

Hearing the young man's words, Ye Mingyuan's brain seemed to have been blown open by the delicate gunpowder of the empire, and he suddenly felt an unforgettable tearing pain.

Compared to the pain in his body just now, his spirit and soul were as if they were desperately slashing outward and pulling apart by the scythe of the legendary god of death in the underworld.

He didn't even care about the important book he was holding in his hand, and let it do a free fall movement up to a meter high. And Ye Mingyuan's hands themselves covered their brains tightly and half-knelt on the ground, trying to alleviate the pain from the soul.

"Don't you practice with me anymore! Don't you really remember anything? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" The black-robed young man in front of him seemed very excited and atmospheric between his words, and he didn't even care that the "Secret Book" was thrown to the ground, stained with dust and stains, and walked straight to Ye Mingyuan's side, and forcefully pushed his hands away from his forehead.

Although he was a child on the outside, in Ye Mingyuan's opinion, the power in the hands of this young man had surpassed that of any battle-hardened general of the empire.

The young man's eyes, breath, strength, and attitude of speaking could not match his appearance at all.

But the intense pain had already sent half of Ye Mingyuan's consciousness into a blur and haze, and the resistance of his hands gradually changed from fierce at the beginning, to weak, and then to the young man's fiddling.

Between this blur and haze, accompanied by intense pain, Ye Mingyuan could no longer make any sound.

His eyes, which were gradually empty, were just staring blankly at the young man in front of him, gradually dimming, and he was about to lose a little vitality.

"You answer me, answer me. I have traveled all over the empire in order to track down your power, and to stimulate the power of the dragon clan in you at the right time, but what about you? What you promised us three and five years ago, and now you don't remember at all? You say, do you not want to remember, or are you not willing to cooperate with us at all, you say!" The young man roared, and between the last few words, he already looked a little hysterical.

But in stark contrast to his anger, irritability, and rage, Ye Mingyuan's eyes finally closed as the boy said the last word.

It was as if he was about to fall into a deep slumber again.

"I, I finally stimulated your dragon bloodline in Guli Town, and followed the Luo family's ships all the way to the Southern Capital, until the days when your apparent friend Ye Gu and his girlfriend Luo Sijie were about to return to the imperial capital, I tried to contact you, trying to awaken you in the depths of my soul. But you even agreed to the conditions of the dragon clan, but you didn't pay attention to me at all. You want to sleep again? It's not that easy. The young man almost finished venting the above words in a crying voice, if Ye Mingyuan opened his eyes at this moment, he could clearly see the two lines of tears flowing from his white cheeks.

After waiting for about five minutes, the young man also shook Ye Mingyuan from time to time to pull him back to reality from his comatose state.

But in the end, Ye Mingyuan's body seemed to have lost his soul, and no information was transmitted, even the nostrils and breathing and the ups and downs of his chest were very weak.

It seems to be coming to an end.

"Since you don't want to, I'll help you wake up. ”

The young man said angrily, and after wiping away the tears on his face, he held Ye Mingyuan's head tightly with both hands.

For a moment, a stream of green and purple intertwined magic power was generated from his chest, and then, as he muttered a spell composed of unknown words, that magic source power actually divided into two routes. From his left and right arms, they all converged into his hands.

"Wake up!" the young man still said with a crying voice, pouring all the demonic power that had been gathered in his hands into Ye Mingyuan's brain.

Suddenly, Ye Mingyuan's brain was like a bright light intertwined with green and purple, changing and shining.

Even the most lively area of the Empire at night is not even as psychedelic as it is at this time.

Under the influx of demonic source power, the life aura that had been hidden in Ye Mingyuan's body for a long time was also stimulated.

After a while, the green life aura and the green light in the demonic source power seemed to be resonated, and they were tightly combined, expelling the purple glimmer that was not very harmonious to Ye Mingyuan's brain.

Bang!

With the slight explosion sound of purple magic source power gushing out, those magic source power were like fireworks, blooming and emitting tiny purple sparks, flying and floating in the air for a while, and then disappeared.

And those green magic source powers, which were mixed with the unique life aura in the human body, were also brought back to Ye Mingyuan's body at this time, and then disappeared.

For a while, although the young man's hands were still dragging Ye Mingyuan's brain, the surrounding world returned to reality.

But fortunately, Ye Mingyuan's eyelids finally shook slightly.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of suffocating, desperate, but somewhat hopeful waiting, Ye Mingyuan's eyes finally opened again.

Clarity!

Deep clarity!

The clear feeling that came out of the depths of his soul completely enveloped Ye Mingyuan.

Although the young man's series of calls only lasted less than half an hour, for Ye Mingyuan, the deep soul calls brought to him had already transcended the limitations of time.

Although the fragments of memories that had been dormant in his mind for many years still seemed cluttered and untouchable, some of the most important missing memories gradually had a subtle and clear vein in his mind.

As his eyes gradually turned from empty to godly, the young man in front of him no longer looked strange, and his immature and white face gradually became clear.

"Are you, Peter, Peter Socrates?" Ye Mingyuan exclaimed, and sat up straight from the ground, his eyes full of surprise.

"Do you finally remember?" said Peter Socrates, who also got rid of the half-kneeling posture just now, stood up, and stared at Ye Mingyuan with eyes that were still full of tears.

He didn't want to let Ye Mingyuan go again, even if it was a minute, he wouldn't be able to do it.

"yes, I finally remember. For more than a year, my mind and memories seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gauze, and even the Westerner Demon Source Master Karl was not able to reveal it in the slightest. But my decision didn't seem wrong, and I got the dragons to recognize me as the son of the dragons, and ended up here with the ambitious emperor. This may be the fate given to me by the Creator, so that I can find a part of myself here. Ye Mingyuan replied, his eyes were full of tears that were about to burst the embankment.

"If, then, you come with me, and return to the darkness. The little emperor wants to use the brightest light in this world against the laws of nature, which is bound to bring disasters everywhere. Even if the Dark King does not come with the help of his actions, the little emperor will be consumed by his own desires and ambitions. Three years ago, you said that you came to the Flame Empire only to find memories and answers. But in this fiery country, you don't get anything you want. Hehe, it's ridiculous, the "Secret Book" that led you here actually made you even more lost. It seems to me that the arrangement of the Creator and the gods is sometimes not what they seem. Now that the Flame Empire's Flame Stone has unleashed more than half of its power, it's time. After Peter finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief and stared at Ye Mingyuan with a longing look.

However, Ye Mingyuan did not bring him any hope, but from his eyes, a deep worry and loss were revealed.

"I can't do it," Ye Mingyuan said in a low voice, "I said that since I chose to help the Dragon Clan, and chose to accept the power of the Dragon Clan and the arrangement of the son of the Dragon Clan, I can't give up the Dragon Clan." I don't want to say that you also know that the two superior demonic source powers, light and darkness, cannot be fused, and their fusion will inevitably cause a wide range of spatial distortion. Therefore, I will not support the resurrection of the Dark King, nor will I help you and him do anything. I was bound by the flames and couldn't move. Ye Mingyuan said, his eyes did not look directly at Peter, because there was still some guilt in his heart.

"Ye Mingyuan, you have changed, you are no longer the same you were three years ago. In this unpredictable dragon realm, you still have to find the light, and abandon the darkness that saved you in the first place, you are a traitor. Peter roared angrily, but in the next second, his eyes became distracted, "But so what? Although the son of the dragon clan has rebelled, the son of darkness is still in the world. ”

"What did you say?" Ye Mingyuan exclaimed, trying to catch Peter and ask him clearly.

But as soon as his hand touched Peter's collar, Peter's figure turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

Only then did Ye Mingyuan realize that the mysterious voice of the Western Realm and the laughter and call of Gu Lizhen were all arranged by Peter Socrates.

Just as Ye Mingyuan reacted and wanted to use the flame demon source power in his body to bind the darkness, the small space he was in began to change violently, just as Peter said.

With a very clear but vague twist, change, shattering, and recombination, Ye Mingyuan finally felt the temperature like a flame.

He looked around, and all he could see was hot lava, and beneath his feet was a passage that could only fit a man to walk.

Only then did he suddenly remember that this was the place where the little emperor arrived for the first time after opening the dragon gate and stepping into the dragon realm.