ps: 5,000 words big chapter, ask for a monthly ticket~~

…………

Hannah looked at her daughter who slept every day in the crib, and looked at her pink face, and couldn't help but feel pity and tenderness in her heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is a little bit worse, just a little bit ...... She lost the child forever. Hannah couldn't help but be afraid when she thought of the child who had been with her for ten months, who had left her before she had seen the world.

Thankfully, she was saved, and her child was saved.

Stroking the child's blown-up cheek, Hannah stared at her daughter's quiet sleeping face...... This child is really quiet, she rarely cries, she sleeps by herself when she is tired, she will stare at her big black eyes when she is hungry, her eyes follow you, she will not make noise when she has nothing to do, her clever eyes turn around, and she giggles a few times from time to time. This child is really a treasure given to her by God, Hannah has tears in her eyes.

Thinking so, Hannah remembered something, and she left the crib. The one-bedroom rental was small, and next to the crib was Hannah and her husband's bed, and she rummaged through the bedside table for a while to finally find what she was looking for.

It was a long roll of white paper, bound with a ribbon. Hannah shoved the mess from the bedside table and slammed it on the door. Walking to the edge of her daughter's crib, Hannah untied the ribbon of the tube paper and unfolded it with a "whoosh", which turned out to be a sketch.

It is not known what material the paper and handwriting of the painting were made, but twenty years have passed, and Hannah has not paid much attention to any protective measures...... There was no sign of decay on the paper, not even the lines on it were blurred, just as it had been when the middle-aged wandering painter had given it to her twenty-one years earlier.

Hannah gently rocked the crib with one hand, but her eyes were fixed on the painting in her hand. In the painting, a lively little girl holds an ice cream in her hand, hides next to her parents, and looks at herself who is looking at the painting.

Every time she looked at the painting, Hannah felt as if she had traveled back in time to the past twenty years.

And now looking at this painting, Hannah only feels that it is not herself, but her daughter Hathaway a few years later. Will I hold her hand like this, walk the streets, pamper her, blame her, satisfy her, protect her?

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Giggle...... A silver bell-like laugh sounded in her ears, and Hannah woke up from her stupor, looking at her daughter in the crib, the little one didn't know when she had woken up, and was grinning, looking at Hannah with big black eyes.

"Oh, Hathaway, my darling, are you awake? Hannah smiled and leaned over to kiss the little girl on the cheek, and she whispered, "Are you hungry?"

Hannah closed the painting in her hand and went to untie her shirt, and was about to lift up her loose underwear, when she suddenly noticed that the laughter of the little girl in the crib had stopped, and she was babbling, and stretched out two pink little hands, waving at her, as if trying to catch something.

"What do you want, baby?" Hannah leaned over in confusion, and the little girl's hands patted her face, as if they were still reaching the side, but the little arms were too short to reach.

The little girl kept babbling and patting her hands on Hannah's body, her eyes fixed on one of Hannah's hands. It was then that Hannah understood what her daughter wanted, and she reopened the painting in her hand in surprise and asked softly, "Oh, Hathaway, do you want this?"

Strangely, as soon as the painting was unfolded, the little girl in the stroller suddenly stopped making a fuss, and her two big smart eyes looked at the painting in her mother's hand without blinking, as if she had seen some interesting toy, and she would "giggle" and laugh for a while when she looked at it, which made Hannah very surprised.

Later, Hannah framed and hung this painting on the wall opposite the crib, and the little girl woke up every day and opened her eyes, she could see the painting on the wall, and sometimes this painting alone could make her lie obediently for an afternoon, so that Hannah and his wife were secretly amazed, and they heard that other people's children were difficult to serve, but they didn't expect their own children to be so easy to fool......

…………

Since that night, Wu Tian felt like he had undergone some kind of metamorphosis.

Specifically, it is probably a metamorphosis from a 'short-lived species' to a 'long-lived species'. He has truly integrated into the identity of the immortal martial artist 'Wu Tian' in the third life, and he is no longer the ordinary person in the first life, nor is he the pervert in the second life - ask yourself, Wu Tian really doesn't think that a person who kills his best friend with his own hands (even if it is designed by his own brother) is psychologically undistorted.

After a full one hundred and fifteen years in the Dragon Ball world, Wu Tian finally truly burned everything in the past, and finally melted into a furnace, leaving behind the purest thing. The time he lived with his wife Wu Fangfang and daughter Wu Xiaowei was also part of his long life, although there were shortcomings and sadness. And his long life has just begun.

Wu Tian, who was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, slowly opened his eyes.

For a night, his consciousness seemed to be connected to another dimension. It was a white space, as if it was a spiritual ocean that transcended dimensions, transcended the long river of time, transcended reality and illusory, and on this ocean, there were mages with holy faces, kind expressions, solemn appearances, and blurred eyebrows. They spat proverbs, uttered difficult incantations, intertwined their fingers in strange gestures, and used their fingers as pens to draw mysterious patterns in the void......

Wu Tian's spiritual consciousness followed the trajectory of these 'Dao' and meditated.

In the more than 20 years of wandering in the world, his spiritual tempering has also been untouched. Now his spiritual power, compared to himself when he first came to the Dragon Ball world, compared to the self who would have sore eyes and bleeding nonstop when he used the Kaleidoscope Pupil Technique, was already like the difference between the Optimus Giant and the Sand Mole Ant.

Just by relying on the telekinetic ability condensed by this ocean-like spiritual power, he could easily kill himself back then.

After sitting quietly for a few breaths, Wu Tian floated to the ground and walked out of this simple but very spacious bedroom. This is a private villa that he bought on the outskirts of the Western Capital with the manuscript money over the years, surrounded by some wealthy people from all walks of life in the Western Capital, and there are usually no people at all, but it is quiet.

Because of the original Dragon Ball book, there are five major cities on the earth, east, west, north, south, and middle, and Wu Tian prefers the city of the western capital. So stay here temporarily.

Out of the room, a huge fiery red bird flew with its wings outstretched, and landed on the wide lawn in front of the villa, it was the immortal bird that had been relieved of the transformation technique by Wu Tian.

Wu Tian smelled the smell of wine on the immortal bird from afar, shook his head and scolded: "You brute, where did you go to steal wine and drink?"

The immortal bird suddenly raised its claws and stiffened, and its head drooped.

"Forget it...... I'm going out today, and you're looking after the house. "Wu Tian is not angry with this beast, and it seems that its alcoholism is still brought out by itself.

After thinking about it, Wu Tian felt an orange-yellow bead from his body. It was the last white stone left behind that year, the Dragon Ball that regained its divine power after a year.

Four red five-pointed stars float in the center of the bead, and they are the four planets.

I don't know if there is some kind of fate, the dragon ball that Wu Tian left by his side in the end turned out to be the first dragon ball found in the hand of that monkey back then, and it was also the first dragon ball he found in this world.

Throwing the dragon ball to the immortal bird, Wu Tian's spell moved, and while the dragon ball flew over, it also conjured a thin rope to string it up, and finally hung it around the neck of the immortal bird.

"This is also optimistic, if you lose it, don't think about eating again. ”

After speaking, Wu Tian rose into the air.

Today is the opening day of the 4th 'Soul Painting Exhibition', and at the invitation of the short man, Wu Tian finally agreed to attend. In matters related to the publication of the book "The Sinners of Uchiha", this person also contributed a lot. Wu Tian thought about it, and all kinds of suggestion, hypnotism, and other things before and after greeted others, but in the end he still didn't refuse.

The undead bird blinked on the lawn and watched Wu Tian disappear into the sky, and it could feel some kind of wave emanating from this thing around its neck. With its spiritual intelligence, looking at the appearance of the Dragon Ball, it had already remembered that Wu Tian used seven of these things to summon the Divine Dragon and didn't know what to do.

…………

Hannah was attracted by the overwhelming publicity of the 'Fifth Soul Painting Exhibition', she likes music, otherwise she would not have married a poor ghost who has nothing but to play the piano and compose music, despite the opposition of her family.

What drove her here was the slogan for this exhibition.

[The true face of the soul painter is exposed for the first time!Mountains and rivers, heaven and earth, take your soul and walk into the world......]

Looking at the promotional slogan and the picture of the painting on the poster, Hannah suddenly remembered the painting hanging on the wall of her home. So she came anyway and brought her baby daughter with her.

Her husband did not want to come, but since his wife insisted on coming, he reluctantly followed.

In the huge exhibition hall, crowded in a sea of people, Hannah carefully protects her infant daughter in her arms, and Hathaway is sleeping sweetly. Unwilling to compete with others, for fear of bumping into the children, Hannah had to retreat to the end of the crowd with her husband, and could only vaguely see a little bit of the people at the front of the stage. Listening to the voice from the loudspeakers on the walls around him, it seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man with a very magnetic voice.

"It seems that it is ......really him," Hannah said, holding her daughter, as she walked to a wall where a picture of a village drizzle hung here. Holding the swaddling clothes in one hand and pressing the other hand on the glass cover, she seemed to have been in the drizzle and arrived in a small town in the countryside.

"What?" said Hannah's husband, wiping his sweat from his head, casually asked. He was looking at the crowd surging over there, and he was very puzzled, isn't he just a painter, as for so many people chasing after him. And not a superstar singer, cut.

"Nothing. Hannah shook her head.

She is now extremely sure that this so-called 'soul painter' must be the middle-aged man who gave her paintings back then.

Hathaway woke up at some point, her eyes wide open in Hannah's arms, staring at the picture her mother was looking at. Grinning and whispering "babbling" chuckles.

"Do you recognize him, Hathaway?" Hannah looked down at the little girl in pink, couldn't help but kiss it again, smiled and whispered, "What a clever little girl, my darling......"

After a while, the 'soul painter', who seemed to be speaking, left, and the crowd began to disperse, each going to admire the paintings on display. Wu Tian said goodbye to the short man who was grateful again and again, twenty years have passed, and now this person has aged a lot.

Recovering his face, Wu Tian, dressed in casual clothes, did not leave from the back passage, but turned around a few times, returned to the exhibition hall, and walked around with a smile like an ordinary visitor, leaving through the exit.

At the exit, I met a family of three.

Wu Tian recognized that this was the pregnant woman and her husband she had rescued a year ago, as well as the child in her arms, which must have been the baby born at that time. As he passed, Wu Tian couldn't help but look at them twice.

Hannah also looked at this strange ...... Well, for some reason, I just think this young man is a little strange. Hannah's husband was fanning the wind with his hat in his hand, and it was a little hot, and the exhibition hall was crowded around, just to see a bunch of paintings in the clouds.

"Babble, babble......" The little girl in Hannah's arms suddenly cried, she stared at Wu Tian, who was looking here, stretched out two small hands, and grinned in her mouth.

Hannah thought that the little girl had seen those paintings again, and it was usually only when she saw them that the little girl showed such a happy look and laughter.

Wu Tian smiled slightly, walked over, approached the little girl in swaddling clothes, and asked softly, "What's wrong, little girl?"

"Giggle...... "Giggles" The little girl grinned, her big black eyes looking at the young face in front of her, waving her palms.

"Little brother, Hathaway seems to like you very much. Hannah meant it. Although strangers were not common, Hathaway was not as 'self-acquainted' as she is now, and the little girl usually ignored strangers or slept on her own.

"Huh...... Maybe it's because of our fate. Wu Tian smiled, meaning something. This little girl was delivered by him personally, although it was ...... The means are simple and crude.

"Huh. Hannah's husband on the side was not happy, he glanced at Wu Tian with 'killing intent', and he didn't laugh anymore, 'The boy who owes the flat takes his paws away!', he roared inwardly.

Before leaving, Wu Tian gave a piece of toffee to the little girl, saying that it was sugar, but in fact, it was compressing the milk powder into sugar. Touching her soft, blonde, fluffy short hair, Hannah's husband made her eyelids flutter again, and Wu Tian said goodbye to the family and left. After blending in with the crowd of people on the street, as soon as he turned around, the figure disappeared.

Hannah withdrew her gaze from the distance and looked down at her daughter, who was already asleep, and even if she did, the little girl was smiling beautifully.

…………

At night, on the outskirts of the Western Capital, a villa rose from the ground and rose into the sky.

"Aang—"

The immortal bird, with four planets around its neck, cheered and rushed into the dark sky.

There is no moon tonight, the sky is full of clouds and mist, and the starry night is a little bleak.

A great shadow flung beside the flying shadow of the undead bird, and with it it marched high in the sky.

Looking at the silhouette of the shadow, it was the private villa where Wu Tian lived. Next to this high-flying house is a figure in fluttering clothes. There was no moon and clouds in the black sky, and the starlight was dim, but the man seemed to walk on the moon, like an immortal, riding the wind.

In the western capital that never sleeps, Tsurumi, with unkempt beard, has set up a stall on the side of the street, and he is actually writing calligraphy.

It's really a good word, and the white paper is full of black characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing. These words are strong, horizontally skimming, all like silver hooks and iron strokes, and the edge is looming. Some passers-by saw it and admired it very much, so they wanted to buy it, but they were driven away by Tsurumi waving their hands impatiently, and they looked at the words written and frowned, very dissatisfied. There were also people passing by, seeing that he was dressed shabby, and was about to pay for it and throw it down, but he was smashed off by a bench in Tsurumi.

"Huh?"

Tsurumi paused the brush in his hand, and the black ink flowed from the end of the pen and spread out into a jet-black mass on the white paper. He jerked his head up, squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw a shadow flying quickly over the dark night sky. It seems to be a fleeting light, and it disappears in a flash.

But...... He would never admit that breath, but he didn't expect that old thing from Wu Tian to be here.

His face changed for a while, and Tsurumi snorted heavily, and he lowered his head again, frowning, and tore the half-destroyed words to shreds. He exhaled a long mouthful of turbidity in his chest, contemplated for a moment, and then pulled out a new piece of paper with a blazing eye, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote two big characters through the back of the paper:

[Tsurusen]

These two words are simple and vigorous, as if they are two ink-colored cranes dancing together, they are chanting with their necks, so vast that they are like relying on the wind of nothingness, fluttering like the independence of the world, and they are simply going to fly out of the paper.

"Smack. ”

Tsurumi threw the pen away, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, and walked away, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.

…………

Wu Tian used the tidal wave of mental power to support the villa directly pulled out from his residence, took the immortal bird, flew at extreme speed under the black night sky, and soon moved away from the city, flew out of the mainland, and came to the vast sea.

Whew, the cold wind howls in the sky.

In the distance, on the black, rolling sea, the outline of a deserted island looms.

Wu Tian smiled slightly, this island is the place where he threw the spherical flying machine he brought back from the universe and the egg sealed with the second generation of Vic more than twenty years ago. At that time, I already had the intention of living in seclusion here, and now I have come around and around, and after more than 20 years, I finally returned here.

In the dim starlight, a large bird spread its wings and flew slowly to the deserted island with the man holding the huge house.

(End of Volume IV)

. (To be continued.) )