Among the tentacles, he saw the villagers wrapped around the tentacles, as well as his father.

At this moment, he finally knew why his father was acting strangely.

Wang Pimple doesn't know how to water, but he firmly believes that there must be something bad about the anomaly on the lake, and he also knows that he can't stop Wang Dongdong, so he can only use his own life to exchange his son's life.

Back on the water, Wang Dongdong lay on the wooden boat that his father had built for him, crying bitterly, I don't know how long he cried, it seemed that his tears had dried up, until he cried bloody tears.

This incident has become a pain in the entire Changsheng Village.

Because there was no food, the whole village decided to move, and Wang Dongdong chose to stay, he wanted to accompany his father here.

Even after signing a letter of resignation, he resolutely refused to leave.

Wang Dongdong was accompanied by his mother.

They lived all day on the wild roots and bark dug up in the mountains, and one day, when it snowed heavily, his mother left him forever.

With tears in his eyes, Wang Dongdong set fire to the house where he grew up, and there were various wood carvings left by his father.

A fire, especially brilliant on a winter night, can be seen even from a hundred miles away.

Dozens of miles away, a group of people froze to death in the snow nest, gradually covered by wind and snow.

Wang Dongdong walked to the lake, in this world, he had no relatives, silently pushed the wooden boat down the lake, and came to the hole that had been hewn open.

The wooden boat floated gently on the water, and Wang Dongdong lay quietly in the wooden boat, he felt very warm, like lying in his father's arms.

One day, two days, three days...... I don't know how long it has been, winter goes to spring, summer and autumn fall, year after year, and there is always a wooden boat floating on the lake.

In the wooden boat, there was a corpse that had long been weathered, but there was a thought in this corpse.

One year, ten years, one hundred years...... Finally, in the first millennium, the boat went through countless years, decayed to the extreme, began to leak, and gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.

At the bottom of the lake, there was no trace of the tentacles, except for a skeleton and a broken wooden boat.

When he dreamed of this, the picture seemed to be still, interrupting Wang Chen's thoughts.

At this moment, Wang Chen regained consciousness, although he didn't open his eyes, too many pictures appeared in his mind.

It was a region full of demonic energy, where monsters were rampant, and demons were respected.

It was a lore tool, and the insiders sneered, turned their hands and suppressed it, erasing all vitality.

It was a nameless island isolated from the world, and there was a sect on the road called the Heavenly Sect.

It was a region of the four seasons in the middle of winter, and there was a faction there called Fuyuin.

She, a cold, quiet girl, is called Feng Qing.

She has the appearance of a captivating city and a country, cold on the surface, but full of fiery gluttonous ghosts in her heart, called Chen Manli.

She, lively and lovely, full of innocence and splendor, is called Chu Yue.

......

Pictures kept appearing in his mind like movie replays, making him confused, until a boy in a black and white robe appeared, holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand.

Suddenly, Wang Chen's body trembled, he was confused, he seemed to know all these people, but ...... Who is he and where is he?

It was as if all of this had become a mystery, a force that bound him to open his eyes.

Only the image in my mind keeps repeating itself.

Until the picture, I came to the Tongtian River, the Wang family, the Lin family...... He was summoned into this world by sacrifice.

This picture is like a connection, completely connecting all his memories.

Suddenly...... He opened his eyes and muttered the first sentence in four years: "Wang Chen, I am Wang Chen, I am the Demon King." ”

At this moment, he remembered everything, he was chased and killed by a strange boy, and then blew himself up Shuangdan, cast the Tianhong Seal, and was teleported here.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen's vision couldn't help but dim a little, he blew up the Double Pill, hurting the foundation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cultivate in this life...... Well?

Suddenly, a touch of incredulity flashed in Wang Chen's eyes, in his body, there was actually cultivation, looking along the meridians, the dantian, the demon pill, all existed, and even the cultivation was consummated in the Tianyuan Realm.

"How is this possible?"

Wang Chen opened his mouth silently, as if in his memory, the scene of being chased and killed did not exist at all.

But that memory, vividly, does not seem to be illusory at all.

This feeling made Wang Chen a little distracted.

"Little friend, do you want a glass of wine?"

Suddenly, an old voice came to his ears, which made Wang Chen startled, and when he looked around, he seemed to appear in a wooden house, which was extremely exquisitely designed, and there were more organs everywhere, there was a small table in front of him, and there was a pot of wine and a cup on the table.

On the other side of the small table, there was an old man with a full head, looking at Wang Chen with kindness.

For some reason, Wang Chen felt an indescribable sorrow in the old man's kind eyes, which he hid well.

"Good. Wang Chen nodded, his eyes fell on the old man's body, and looked at it carefully, no matter how he looked at it, this old man was just a mortal, and he didn't have half a point of cultivation fluctuating all over his body.

The wine glass was filled with wine, and the old man pushed it in front of Wang Chen.

Wang Chen didn't hesitate, he drank it directly, he experienced a life and death catastrophe, and he was already very lucky to be alive, so he didn't want to do so much, it was good to sit here and drink a sip of wine.

A sip of wine made Wang Chen warm.

Seeing that Wang Chen drank the wine, the old man smiled, got up and walked out, and Wang Chen followed with hesitation.

When he walked out of the wooden house, his eyes suddenly lit up, and when he looked around, he was actually on a lake, and he was stepping on a wooden boat.

"Old man, where is this?" With hesitation in his heart, Wang Chen asked.

But the old man did not make a sound, picked up the pulp, paddled the water, and made the boat move.

Wang Chen had the heart to ask, but after asking a few times, the old gentleman didn't mean to speak, so he didn't say anything, and simply sat down outside the wooden boat, looking at the surrounding mountains and rivers, his heart was very calm, and he had an indescribable comfort.

He didn't know where the old man in front of him was going to take him, but he was very relieved that he was safe.

The lake is very large, and the old man seems to never know that he is tired, paddling again and again, I don't know how long it took, even Wang Chen couldn't help but be tired when he was about to fall asleep.

The old man, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said, "Little friend, it's time to get there." ”

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw that he had reached the shore, so he got up, stepped off the boat, and bowed to the old man.

"Thank you, old gentleman, for crossing me ashore. ”

The old man smiled, made no sound, and rowed away until he disappeared from sight.

At the moment when the old man disappeared, everything around him seemed to be reversed, and there was a change.

This is a real dream I once had, it has not changed in the slightest, it is all like the scene in the dream, and today I will use Wang Chen's identity to tell this dream.

(End of chapter)