Syllable!

A large slap is slapped in the face, and a young woman is wearing a floral apron with a spatula in her hand.

Although the slap was very painful, the fragrant meal made a little boy can't stop holding his stomach.

The woman pointed angrily at the little boy. "You said you could do anything but eat. ”

The little boy's eyes widened at the moment, revealing an innocent look, and whispered. "But my mother's cooking is really delicious. ”

When the woman heard this, her face was furrowed.

......

The woman was getting old, lying on the bed, with only one or two old sketches left on her face, as if she was approaching forty years old.

However, at this time, the woman who should still have the flavor was slumped on the bed, her eyes unable to blink, and the sound of weak breathing came in bursts.

The former little boy choked at the head of the bed, for fear that the faint sound of breathing would be cut off.

However, when the hand that was not rough and calloused was held in the hand of the man at the head of the bed, he raised his hand with difficulty and fell gently.

"I'm not a kid anymore, and I'm always crying. ”

"I'm me, I'm not crying. The man's voice burst into tears, and his voice gradually approached a roar.

Because he wanted to tell the woman out loud that he wasn't crying, but the woman couldn't wake up anymore and couldn't hear him.

The rickety old man standing behind the man seemed to have spanned decades on this day, stepping into 10,000 years with one foot, and turning white overnight.

In the night when his child didn't know, he cried like a child looking at that familiar photo.

Ye Zhiqiu was later admitted to the well-known 211 University, and after graduation, he was able to work in one of the top 100 private companies in China, and he made efforts that ordinary people could not understand.

But in the end, an old man decides to live in a nursing home, half crazy and half stupid to spend the rest of his life.

Ye Zhiqiu respected his choice, and that night he cried into a tearful person, sad in his heart, but he couldn't change it.

If there really is an afterlife, maybe he doesn't want to spend it like this again.

Ye Zhiqiu's decaying body was paralyzed in the dirt, and the bright red blood stained the surrounding soil.

"Dad, I'm going to go first. Mom, I miss you. ”

......

In the middle of the galaxy, a star suddenly went out and never twinkled again.

Ye Zhiqiu remembered that his mother once told him that everyone represents a star in the sky, and when a person dies, a star will be extinguished.

But when a similar person is reborn, the trajectory of the star will be re-lit.

Ye Zhiqiu's heart did not stop beating, which was the form in which muscle memory still existed.

But his breath of life was indeed long gone, and the Turtle Immortal Daoist looked at the corpse that had collapsed into the dirt in disbelief.

He died like that?

Ye Zhiqiu died completely like this, and the star that belonged to him had been extinguished and stopped running.

At this moment, far away, a man is teaching a girl to move with a knife in his hand, and his brows are furrowed.

The woman was shocked. "What happened?"

"Your brother seems to have broken through again, it seems that you have to work harder, but he is practicing very hard. The man didn't tell the truth, but he used it to inspire Xiao Jinxuan.

The girl nodded in response, and once again she clenched the large knife more than a foot long in her hand, and a trace of blood had been ground out of her hand.

She has to work harder, in order to cut off the invisible fate, the unwarranted bondage.

The girl waved her knife again, or sweated, tirelessly, and waved it again and again.

The Turtle Immortal Daoist looked at the corpse on the ground, which gradually became transparent, as if it was about to dissipate the world.

However, all this was not illusory, Ye Zhiqiu's body was actually swallowed by the earth, even if he used his law body to use the strongest yuan power, he couldn't change this fact.

What is going on? This thought first appeared in the minds of the Turtle Immortal Dao people.

That's impossible!

No matter how extraordinary Ye Zhiqiu is, this phenomenon is not normal.

Of course, it has never been possible to let the master who reflects the heavens do it, and this person is unusual.

Ye Zhiqiu's body was like a feather ascending immortal, disappearing without a trace, and there was no trace of it, even the blood flowing out of his body disappeared.

If there is no trace, then it cannot be concluded that he is really dead.

The Turtle Immortal Daoist can only comfort himself like this.

Although Ye Zhiqiu was really completely dead, the cold corpse could no longer stand up.

Suddenly, the sky was bright, and the sun was full of light, but the stars rose into the sky and echoed with the sun, and there was a strange scene.

The stars are like the sea covering the sky, and the Milky Way irrigates the sky to reveal a strange appearance.

The blood sun is in the sky, accompanied by the stars, which undoubtedly reveals the fall of an ancient celestial pride.

......

In a tomb.

In the narrow space, two people are crammed into it, it is difficult to move, and it seems even more crowded.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and his mind was dizzy, as if someone had slapped a brick in his mind.

There was a hazy light in his eyes, and he struggled to squeeze out a thin slit and looked at everything around him.

A familiar face appeared in front of him, it was clearly Ye Zhiqiu, and he smiled strangely at him.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly ejected, and suddenly hit a stone face, and in a panic, an unparalleled force erupted, and the huge stone slab suddenly bounced away.

The slate tumbled for several meters and finally rolled to the ground.

Ye Zhiqiu fled in the wilderness, carefully looking at the surrounding environment, making him feel cold behind him.

Senran is the cemetery, hundreds of graves show a strange atmosphere, but what scares Ye Zhiqiu the most is the man with the same face as him.

A man looks exactly like Ye Zhiqiu, as if carved out of a mold, even his brothers may not be so similar.

The man walked over with a smile, Ye Zhiqiu trembled, he saw a ghost in broad daylight, what was going on, and all kinds of questions appeared in his mind.

The man looked at Ye Zhiqiu's backward figure, not only did he feel a little funny, but he shook his head and said. "Am I that scary?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded unconsciously, looked at the face that was the same as himself, and shook his head again, because he always felt that he was terrible as if he was talking about himself, and his heart was very strange.

Ye Zhiqiu subconsciously touched his cheek, his divine sense scanned, and he confirmed that he had not exchanged bodies with the man in front of him.

But really, a man who looked like him appeared in front of him.

The atmosphere at the moment is very strange.

The man seemed to see through Ye Zhiqiu's thoughts, and then bowed very gentlemanly, like a European aristocrat in the eighties.

Then the man introduced himself.

"Hello dear friend, introduce myself, my name is Raven. ”

"Raven?"

"Yes. ”

"Damn, you're a crow. ”

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became angry, because he seemed to understand that he was being hunted down because he looked very similar to this guy called Crow, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.