This time, Daylight stood in front of a milky white, shiny and somewhat dazzling door.

From the side of the door came the sound of a man crying.

Carrying a small luggage during the day, sadness involuntarily welled up in my heart.

He knew in his heart that the dying people inside were his closest relatives, but he didn't dare to open the white door.

A hand was on his shoulder, and he realized that there was another person beside him, with withered grass-like hair and electric light shining in his eyes, "Child, the tribulation is born in my heart, be strong in the future, I want to go." ”

Be strong? Why be strong?

A childish voice spoke in his place. "Uncle Gu Cuo, where are you going?"

"I want to find the strongest power in the world. ”

After the man finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash of lightning, and there was only one person left outside the door during the day.

The white door opened, and the people inside walked out.

The day trembled and wanted to shout loudly.

His father emerged through the door, as burly as ever, his eyes not so red, but his eyes were sad and cold.

Jian Xiangsheng said coldly: "Let's go, coward, you will be my son in the future." ”

Immediately, the sword took out a blue shining bead, and the surface shone with a charming light.

Daylight saw his father lose his mind for a moment, as if he was fascinated by beads.

He had seen the power of beads that would make anyone addicted.

However, the sword tried to take his eyes off the bead and threw it at him, "Keep it, it's your life." ”

The beads draw a graceful arc in mid-air.

During the day, he was about to reach out to catch it, and a pair of immature little hands grabbed it first.

The little black-haired boy calmly watched the sword die, hanging the stone beads around his neck.

Daylight was pushed aside, like a transparent bystander, silently watching.

He knew that this was a small memory that he had a hard time remembering, and he could only watch it, not interfere with it.

The little boy said lightly: "I want to avenge my mother, and I want to kill those people one by one, just like sand sinking to the bottom of the sea, and ashes scattering into the air." ”

Listening to it in the daytime, he shuddered, he knew that it was his former self, he was when he was a child.

The sword slapped the boy in the face.

The boy stubbornly raised his head, his dark eyes unwavering.

"Daylight, you're going to be like your mother, not the one who killed her, you know?"

The little boy said viciously: "No, I just want to kill them, the Mixed Yuan Martial Saint Shui Tengyun, the Othello Saint Yuan Tu, the Medicine Saint Qi Hanging Pot, the Star Wine Saint Li Changfeng, and the Thousand Destruction Painting Saint Liu Zongli." ”

The dark-haired little boy paused, his expression even more fierce. "And that traitor, Win Wuyi, who turned his back on my mother, and I want to erase all these names one by one. ”

The boy's hatred made Bai Tian can't help but have some palpitations, and each of those names is familiar, and he is a saint on the side.

The father pulled the boy away, and his back faded away.

When the day saw the sword turn back, his gaze was sad and empty, and he couldn't say whether he was looking at the house or at him.

He saw his father's lips move a few times, and the voice came.

You'll forget about it right away.

Forget about it right away.

will forget.

Forget —————

"Don't leave me————" Daylight wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

He looked at his back and shouted frantically, but the sword never looked back.

On the contrary, when he was a child, he suddenly turned around and looked hideous: "Remember, you are a damn gold-sniffing rat, remember." ”

During the day, the heart suddenly ached, and both the father and the child disappeared.

He looked back at the white, glaring door and walked slowly.

The room was dark, and when he opened the door, the light outside reflected his shadow in a rectangular light.

"Kid, you're here. The beautiful woman stood beside her corpse like a ghost, smiling and waiting for him.

The ground was full of white petals, filled with fragrance, but the blush on the corpse ruined the overall atmosphere.

Daylight was suddenly able to speak, and he pointed to his temple. "This is my memory, so, you are my mother. ”

"Your eyes are full of anger. "The woman's beautiful face is full of sorrow, but her eyes are full of love.

Daylight once thought about his mother's appearance, but he couldn't construct such beauty no matter what.

He replied, "Anger is because I live for revenge." ”

The woman said, "I don't want you to be so angry, your time in the Sword Clan, I thought it would change you, that's why I entrusted you to the Sword to die." ”

"What do you know about the time of the Sword Clan? You are already dead, how do you know what happened later?" said Bai Day, and then chagrined at the meanness of his words.

"You hate me?" the woman's voice was sad.

Daytime's heart ached inexplicably, "I've never seen it, I can't talk about hate, my memory is gone, I only remember my father." ”

The woman squeezed out a lonely smile, and her black eyes met the gaze of day.

The woman said: "If I hadn't died, I would have been with the sword, he loved me like crazy, just as I love you, my child, I want to say sorry to you for everything that happened, I couldn't grow up with you, I couldn't help you solve the predicament that you can't get out of, but you have to know, you are my flesh and blood, forever, don't take revenge, you have to be obscure, it's a good thing to lose your memory, it can make you forget me, and at the same time forget the pain and hatred, stay by the sword's side, he is the enemy of the world for me, and he will be for you." ”

"But he's dead!" cried Daylight, the feeling here was so real that he couldn't even tell the reality, just now he had seen his father, and now he had seen his mother, how he wished it was real.

He wanted to say something more, but unfortunately the scenes alternated again, and the fourth memory came.

The memories of the Sword Clan were blood-red, and the deaths of their father and clansmen always appeared in dreams and lingered.

They could never stop, the sound of blades cutting through flesh, bones shattering, screams, crying.

No matter how hard you try during the day, the nightmare still lingers.

The more he tried to bury them, the more they had to chase from the past to the present.

Daylight saw Jian Li command the blood puppet to set up his father.

Stop it!

Stop it!!!

The blade fell, slashing at his father's neck, and then and again, and again, until the body was separated.

Stop it!!!

Why did Jian Li have to cut off his father's head, and why did Jian Li cut off his head??!!

In excruciating agony, Daylight entered a state of transfiguration, his hair turned white, and he woke up.

His hair gradually dyed back to black, his heart was blocked and he couldn't breathe, and his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.

He looked around blankly, the rational river god disappeared, and the water dragon that the long river had turned into also disappeared.

Only the wet clothes mean that everything just now is not an illusion.

It is surrounded by black weeds that spread in all directions.

Not far away, a huge mountain stands abruptly, incomparably mysterious, luring people forward.

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