In Xia Yanfeng's bedroom, the door is closed, and the moonlight spills in front of the window, like mercury on the ground.

It's been a month, and many of the past have been buried in the deepest part of his heart in his daily magical practice.

Xia Yanfeng's palms exuded a hazy purple halo, under his concentration and self-forgetfulness, the thunder element in the space had successfully converged in his palm, although the speed was not fast enough, and the power could only bake eggs at most, but compared to a month ago, his leaps and bounds, as a mentor, Guo Xing saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

He didn't hate Guo Xing as much as he used to. In the past month, Guo Xing has always taught the methods and secrets of elemental magic control hand-in-hand, without selfishness, which shows that he has long regarded himself as an indispensable confidant, and it seems that Xia Yanfeng once felt that he was a generous, selfless and kind person.

"Ahh......h My head hurts, I need to sleep for a while......"

Just as Xia Yanfeng put away the thunder element that he had gathered with great effort in his hand and was about to fall asleep, Guo Xing's voice sounded in his spiritual sea for no reason: "Fifth brother, hold on!"

"Big brother, are you looking at me?" Xia Yanfeng was startled.

"Through the connection between you and my spiritual sea, I feel that your spiritual power is contracting. If you want to sleep, the eldest brother will not force you to practice. Guo Xing's voice said, "Congratulations, in the past month, you have opened up your spiritual sea so that it can implement magical energy, which is really not easy." ”

"What does Big Brother mean that the sea of spirits can be connected with each other?" Xia Yanfeng said in surprise.

"It can't be said to be a connection, only to be sentient. Your original spiritual sea has not been contaminated with magical energy, so I can't feel it at all, and this perception, even a top-notch mage, can only perceive spiritual magic fluctuations within a radius of a hundred miles, and I, well, can only perceive the inside of the arena. Guo Xing said, "The speed of your cultivation progress is extremely rare even in the Heavenly Continent, and in my previous life, I also practiced for a whole year to learn these basic skills. ”

"By the way, big brother, how did your voice get to my head?"

"This is called magic transmission, only when the spiritual power reaches a certain level can the voice of each other be transmitted in each other's minds through magical energy, and although your spiritual power cannot transmit the sound, it is still no problem to receive the transmission. Guo Xing explained.

"That's right...... Whew, I'm tired, go to sleep first. Xia Yanfeng was dizzy and sleepy.

"Sleep, have you forgotten something?" Guo Xing's voice laughed strangely, "Fifth brother, in the initial stage of practicing magic, the control of the elements is not so complete, some energy can be volatile, but the energy that can't be dispersed may become a nightmare." ”

"Nightmare ......" Before Xia Yanfeng could react, he suddenly felt a slight chill in his chest, as if a cold-blooded snake was wriggling.

Xia Yanfeng was startled, and purple phantoms floating in the air suddenly appeared in his sight, and those phantoms formed abstract patterns, as if they were hideous grimaces. And the slightest coolness that started from his chest and quickly affected his whole body, as if it was throbbing from the depths of his soul.

Those phantoms were all materialized elements that failed to dispel clean, and they wandered in the air looking extremely demonic and weird, and Xia Yanfeng was suddenly terrified.

"Is this a nightmare? damn it......" After saying this, Xia Yanfeng suddenly felt a pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and the pain came without warning, as if it was a sawtooth tearing his soul apart.

Xia Yanfeng snorted, then lay down, his vision was blurred, and bursts of sharp pain from the depths of his soul hit like a tide, Xia Yanfeng couldn't hear or see, and his trembling body curled up in a ball on the bed.

In fact, these are not the side effects of not being able to dispel the elements, but the effect of Guo Xing quietly implanting nightmare crystals into his body when he was practicing a few days ago.

Nightmare crystals bring more pain than just physical pain, suffocating despair, maddening rage, and resentment that makes you want to harm yourself.

Guo Xing's purpose was not to torture Xia Yanfeng with the Nightmare Crystal, but to use extreme techniques to improve Xia Yanfeng's spiritual power, so that he could cultivate faster and better. After all, there was very little time left for them to be happy, and maybe they would not be long before they embarked on a tragic journey, and he could only hope that before that, Xia Yanfeng could learn a little more spells.

Xia Yanfeng felt that his spirit and soul had been completely stripped to another world, in this world, he was just a soul body, and countless hideous-looking ghosts came to tear him apart.

He saw the indifferent back of his father Xia Chengtian, heard him scolding himself harshly, and set rigid programs like a machine; he saw Narcissus snuggled in Lu Yusen's arms, using ruthless words to break his original hot heart; he saw Hei Hui being pressed under Lu Xiaotian and moaning with satisfaction; he saw the past, and even in his imagination that everything that would happen in the future that made him feel pain and despair......

Against the gloomy background, the young and ignorant Xia Yanfeng stood in the luxurious office, facing the cold and rigid face of his father Xia Chengtian, he silently lowered his head.

"Remember to me, you are the only heir of the Xia Clan, and my son must inherit my grand career of Xia Chengtian. So, don't play with those friends anymore, they don't deserve to be friends with you! Learn how to manage the company. ”

"Dad! My dream, I will be the master myself, why do you have to work hard? I am not the material for managing the company, why don't you let my sister inherit the company?" Xia Yanfeng faced his father's arbitrariness, argued with reason, and did not back down, "Is it that in your eyes, there is only money and power?

"Bastard!" Xia Chengtian, who was annoyed and angry, slapped him hard, "Do you want the foundation of my Xia family's three generations to go down the drain?"

"Is the relationship between father and son really not as strong as money and power, Dad, are you really just a cold-blooded animal?" Xia Yanfeng wanted to cry without tears, only feeling that the sky was dark, and there was no light ahead.

"Of course. Feelings are the most unreliable, women will only envy men with money and power, I hope you can be like your father, become an excellent business manager, because in the materialist world, any emotion is false, only the power firmly held in the hands is the most reliable. Xia Chengtian said coldly, and those words poured into Xia Yanfeng's heart like ice, pushing his heart to the brink of collapse.

"Dad......" Xia Yanfeng lowered his head and was silent for a long time before slowly raising his head, as if he had changed people, and said in an extremely cold voice, "You are just a scum blinded by interests, I never knew you." ”

This is the last time Xia Yanfeng calls the man in front of him "Dad", Xia Chengtian's lust for profit has cast a shadow on Xia Yanfeng's childhood, leaving behind a wound that will be difficult to heal for a lifetime. Later, Xia Yanfeng gradually ignored life, was indifferent to people, depressed, and rarely showed a smile to people, because he couldn't see the future since he was a child, couldn't see where his dreams were, and how could a man without dreams feel happy?

From childhood to adulthood, Xia Yanfeng has long been accustomed to the loneliness and indifference around him, his classmates know that his background is extraordinary, so they are in awe of him, usually only flattering him, and being cautious in every word, coupled with Xia Yanfeng's naturally arrogant and aloof personality, he has no true friends in school, although there are many girls who have a crush on him, but because he is too difficult to get close to, dare to confess to him, dare to go into his heart to understand him, there is no one, Xia Yanfeng will not take the initiative to deal with anyone.

There is no family, no friendship, let alone love. Xia Yanfeng's youth was spent in a gloomy environment where he couldn't see the sun, and his temper was frighteningly bad in the years of depression. He only had one fight in school, and that person just joked about what he wanted to do to his sister Xia Chengcheng, but he was tricked by Xia Yanfeng outside the school gate, picked up a fruit knife and stabbed him to death, cutting his friends to pieces.

His origin was destined to be lonely, no one in the school dared to provoke him, and even if he killed all the people in the school, his father would have a way to acquit him.

Except for his sister Xia Chengcheng who often takes care of him and gives him a smile of hope, there is no second person in the world who can give him love. Therefore, only if someone dares to insult Xia Chengcheng, Xia Yanfeng will put that person to death at all costs.

The sound of a heartbeat of "plop plop plop ......plop" flashes back to the university campus in an instant.

That year, Xia Yanfeng, who was in love for the first time, met the delicate and lovely Takizawa Narcissus, and his charming face made him feel excited. For this reason, he has been demonic for eight years.

After eight years of struggle, in the end, Narcissus leaned on Lu Yusen's body and threw a sentence to himself: "You are not my dish." ”

He longs for the love that has been missing since childhood, longs to prove that his dream is still there, but he suffers again and again, and even his favorite narcissus leaves him and throws himself into the arms of others.

Time "ticks ticks" passes, painful memories are replayed over and over again like a movie rewind, and the fragments of mixed and broken memories are like pieces of broken glass, making Xia Yanfeng's flesh and blood blurred.

A group of powerful ghosts tore Xia Yanfeng's soul to pieces, and then combined, torn, combined, and torn again......

"No!" Xia Yanfeng frantically tore off a lot of hair, as if he wanted to tear off all these painful memories, but everything was just useless.

Could it be that I, Xia Yanfeng, will be destroyed to death by this nightmare? How is it possible! I, Xia Yanfeng, have the soul of Sima Zhongda, how can I be a person who can't resist the test of despair?