"A different ceiling."

Su Yuntian shook his head, trying his best to sober himself up.

Summing up his current situation in one sentence - he crossed over!

This is the world of Douluo Continent, which was originally the active stage of the "Thousand-Handed Shura" Tang San.

Su Yuntian's mind has both the memories of his previous life as an ordinary high school student, as well as the memories of being a native of this world.

And his identity in this world is - Su Yuntian, 11 years old, his parents died when he was a child, he was frail and sick, and he completely relied on his own brother Su Yuntao to take care of him.

That's right, Su Yuntian's own brother is more than ten years older than him, and his name is Su Yuntao, who is the one who always runs to do martial soul awakening appraisal for six-year-old children.

Known as "Su Yuntao of Iron Fighting"!

As for Su Yuntian himself, except for this brotherly relationship with Su Yuntao, it can be said that he has no longevity, not even a martial soul!

There is no martial soul, it is not that Su Yuntian does not have such a thing as a "martial soul", after all, everyone in the Douluo Continent has a martial soul.

Su Yuntian's problem is that the martial soul cannot be awakened, and naturally there is no soul power.

It's a pain in the ass.

Sugar Candy Traverser, there is no martial soul? Tang San, who is also a traverser, is also a twin martial soul, and he also brought a bunch of Tang Sect masters......

The more I think about it for a while, the more angry I get, the more I think about it when I take a step back, the more I lose, and I'm so tired!

Su Yuntian sat on the bed with a long sigh, and was silently lamenting the injustice of fate, but he didn't expect a sound of footsteps to sound, and a handsome young man walked into the room.

"Xiao Tian? Feeling unwell? ”

The visitor had a pair of gentle eyes, and even more so when he looked at Su Yuntian.

He is Su Yuntian's elder brother, Su Yuntao.

"It's okay, brother, I just suddenly thought, if only I were also a soul master." Su Yuntian sighed in frustration, "If I were also a soul master, I wouldn't have to drag you down anymore, instead of being like this, a sick man lying on the bed." ”

Su Yuntao walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out his palm and touched Su Yuntian's head.

Su Yuntian was instinctively a little vigilant, but this body was really too uncompromising, and he couldn't avoid Su Yuntao's big hand at all.

"Mom and Dad left early, our brothers depend on each other, Xiaotian is my only relative in this world, it's too late for me to cherish it, how can I treat you as a drag?"

Su Yuntao stroked Su Yuntian's little head, and his tone was gentle.

"The loquat tree in the yard has bloomed, Xiaotian, you can take care of your illness, and tomorrow we will water the loquat tree together."

Hearing the words "loquat tree", Su Yuntian was stunned.

"That loquat tree...... Brother, I think I'm in good health, let's go water the loquat tree now. ”

Su Yuntian grabbed Su Yuntao's shoulders and struggled to sit up from the bed, keeping his feet on the ground.

Su Yuntao wanted to dissuade him, but when he saw the persistence in his younger brother's eyes, he nodded lightly, put on a coat for Su Yuntian, supported him, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

When the brothers passed by the living room, the crystal ball on the table, which was used to test the soul power of a six-year-old child, suddenly shone brightly.

"What's going on...... Did you forget to turn it off......"

Su Yuntao walked to the table and took the crystal ball for a while, and the light of the crystal ball gradually dimmed.

Su Yuntian just felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, and he had walked from the living room to the courtyard alone, and finally saw the slim loquat tree.

"Xiaotian, the clothes are buttoned up, and it's windy outside."

Su Yuntao hurriedly chased after him.

The loquat tree is different from ordinary trees, and its flowering period is after October, so it can be said that the loquat tree has bloomed and it is already autumn.

The autumn sky is high, the north wind is gradually rising, and it is cold for a while.

The flowers of the loquat tree are extremely beautiful, with white petals and yellow stamens, growing in clusters on the branches, making the sick Su Yuntian feel a vigorous vitality.

He gripped the watering can in both hands and began to water the nursery under the roots.

"There is a loquat tree in the court, and I planted it in the year of my wife's death...... Now it's like a ......."

Su Yuntian didn't know why, thinking of such a sentence, he couldn't finish reading it again, and he was already in tears.

His mother died three months after giving birth to him, when his father planted the loquat tree with his own hands, and died soon after.

11 years have passed, Su Yuntian, who was judged by doctors to "live less than half a year", has grown into a teenager, and his relatives in this world are only the eldest brother Su Yuntao beside him.

Su Yuntao saw that his younger brother started crying again, so he didn't say anything, just silently took out a handkerchief and helped Su Yuntian wipe away his tears.

After a long while, Su Yuntian finally calmed down and returned to normal.

"The water is finished, and there is only fertilization left."

Su Yuntian put down the watering can.

"Xiaotian, you sit for a while, bask in the sun, and leave the fertilization to me."

Su Yuntao took a sapper shovel from the corner of the courtyard, and also carried a basket of "fertilizer" that he got out of nowhere, so smoked that Su Yuntian hurriedly covered his nose.

"It stinks, brother, you do it slowly, I'll go back to the living room first."

Su Yun Tianfei also ran into the living room, leaving only a back.

Su Yuntao stood in the courtyard, a little distracted...... When did his younger brother, the sick seedling Su Yuntian, act so quickly?

Su Yuntian, who fled back to the living room, saw the crystal ball used to test the soul power of a six-year-old child at first sight.

"If only I had a martial spirit."

Su Yuntian came to the table by himself, stood on tiptoe and rolled the crystal ball to the table, and then hugged it in his arms, feeling heavy.

…… It's such a transparent glass ball, how does it test its soul power?

In Su Yuntian's field of vision, a wisp of pale golden mist gradually flowed in the crystal ball, which was very beautiful.

He couldn't help but get closer and take a closer look, but unexpectedly, the wisp of mist was like a whirlpool, sucking Su Yuntian's consciousness into it!

There was only darkness in sight, but in that thick darkness, Su Yuntian could feel countless sharp malice.

Sin and evil are constantly circulating, amplifying, interlocking, and transforming in it, forming countless vortices.

Rebellion, intimidation, destruction, coercion, theft, escape, false accusation, arson, insult, disrespect, separation, bribery, abandonment, kidnapping, atrocity, all crimes should be sentenced to death, capital punishment, rejection and denial, all hatred, killing, killing, never allowing, killing, never agreeing, killing, killing is good, just kill, kill......, kill

The sound of the curse rolled through it, and when it discovered the presence of a "foreign object", it attacked it in a frenzy.

Su Yuntian felt a panic, with his current state, it was impossible for him to resist these curses.

However, in the midst of all the darkness, suddenly a voice sings "yes".

That's impossible.

In this vortex of resentment and curse, in the midst of "all the evils of this life", how can there be positive affirmation?

Because of this "evil", he hates all things and denies all the worlds, so no matter what it is, he can't maintain a normal body, can't maintain a normal spiritual intelligence, can't accept this "evil", can't bear its heaviness, even Su Yuntian, who is a traverser and has a God's perspective!

But the voice of "affirmation" is still the same proud: "Exactly, this world is like this, why lament or be surprised in the face of such ordinary things?" ”

The vortex of resentment and curse thus stopped for a moment.

Su Yuntian pondered the words spoken by the voice, and suddenly remembered someone.

Could it be him...... Hero King Gilgamesh?!