Harry squeaked in Calia's arms as he took the potion to help Harry apply the swollen wound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Harry refused to come into her arms, he really couldn't walk, so he could only let Kalia hold him in his arms and take him to the dark pavilion, let Harry sit down, and then go to fetch the medicine himself.

And during the time that Kalia went to get the medicine, something also happened.

"You're embarrassed, Harry. "A guy gloated in my head.

"I didn't expect to be beaten like this by a high-level swordsman who suppressed power, you are so miserable. ”

"You said you would give me strength, but what about power?! Harry was already in a bad mood, and after being sneered at by the voice in his head, he angrily questioned inwardly.

"Oh, I'm actually angry, I always thought you were a good person's character, you wouldn't be angry, you said power, didn't I give it to you a long time ago, didn't you find out?" the voice said suspiciously.

"There, where, I don't have ...... at all" Harry was about to contradict him, but a bunch of familiar memories suddenly appeared in his mind, his head was cut open, his body was split by a sword, his arms were twisted into twisted shapes, his legs were trampled into scraps, and these images were all turned into disgusting little tentacles that were repaired again, and his body was restored again.

"What are you afraid of?!Isn't it pain, it's not the first time for you, this is a very useful ability, this is an immortal body, a legendary ability, it's just that it hurts, what's it, it's good to get used to it, haven't you noticed the changes brought by the body, the transformation of mental power, physical strength, and the rapid growth of strength, most of them are brought by me, do you think it's your own talent?" the voice said with a sense of demagogy.

"Do you know why you've become so bad? it's all because you're resisting the power I've given you, you're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the heart-wrenching pain of remembering it, and if you want to be stronger, you have to overcome this little difficulty first, otherwise it's all about it. The voice continued to convince Harry.

"No kidding! you haven't tried that kind of pain, how can you understand!, a guy who can only talk big!" Harry roared inwardly.

"Hey, you don't understand at all, you can't even bear that little pain, and I have endured something more painful than this, don't you believe it? I let you feel my original pain, and see if you can still say such things with confidence!" the voice also seemed to be stimulated by something, and said fiercely.

Suddenly there was darkness in front of Harry's eyes, and after a while, when he could see what was in front of him vaguely, he found that his hands and feet were chained, and he was tied to a cross full of wood, and Harry looked blankly at the many people surrounding the cross, it was like a square, but the people's expressions were so vicious, saying words that Harry didn't understand, and they also threw stones at him, and smashed them on Harry's body, and the pain came from a clear feeling, everything was so real.

Then Harry saw two men in very old armor with two burning torches, and threw them on the wood at Harry's feet in front of Harry's eyes, and the fire burned more and more, and all at once the fire directly surrounded Harry who was tied to the cross, and the shouts of the people were heard.

Harry was choked by the smoke and couldn't breathe, he kept coughing, it was really uncomfortable, the scorching flames were getting closer and closer, Harry's skin was dry and cracked, the exposed flesh exuded steaming heat, the long fluttering pink hair was burned all at once, turning into ashes, and the thin skirt on his body burned all at once, burning Harry's body.

Harry let out a scream, but instead of a voice of pity, the people below exhaled with joy, as if they wished he were going to die immediately.

Harry was drowned in a sea of fire, the air he breathed was hot, he could hear the sound of something boiling in his body, and the sound of his skin burning and crackling, according to common sense, Harry, who should have been burned to death, did not die, but was still energetic, Harry's screams of pain were heard in the sea of fire, and as time passed, the faces of those surrounding him were terrified, and the nobles hurriedly ordered people to add fire.

It was a protracted scream that lasted from the evening until the next morning, until the timber had been burned out, and the people in the audience looked with horror at the figure of the desolate silver cross, who wore nothing, but was intact, and had no time to admire her body, and collapsed to the ground in fright, speechless.

The woman on the cross suddenly burst out laughing madly, and the guards in the audience picked up their spears one after another, and under the frightened instigation of the nobles, they all picked up their spears in a cold sweat and stabbed them at the woman on the cross, and Harry woke up at this time.

Harry was sweating with fright, his face turned even paler, his dark pupils flickering with fear, and before he could recover from it, Kalia, who woke him, looked at Harry who was trembling and clenching his knees in confusion.

Well, seeing Harry's trembling look, although Kalia was very worried about Harry, she still rubbed him medicine first, and then took him to the doctor later, so she hugged Harry into her arms and helped him rub the medicine, trying to give him a sense of security as much as possible.

"Harry, if it hurts, call it out, don't bear it, I know you've worked hard, I don't understand why you're like this now, but you're a man, learn to cheer up. Kalia said as she rubbed the medicine on Harry in her arms, looking at Harry tenderly.

This sentence was like a light in the dark, warm and familiar, Harry's traumatized heart slowly closed, and Harry, who was slowly recovering, felt for the first time that Kalia was really very similar to his mother, so much love for himself, so gentle, so understanding...... , has always been a mother to support Harry, mother occupies a very important part of Harry's heart, but she is no longer there, Harry shed tears when he thought about it, looking at Carly** couldn't help but call out to his mother, crying may be a way to express his thoughts about someone, not necessarily weak, but Harry's sadness of missing his mother.

Kalia was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, and hugged Harry tighter, Harry could already feel the reassuring warmth that belonged to Kalia, and he suddenly had the idea that he had been sleeping in his mother's arms, and he didn't want to wake up.

At this time, Kalia hummed a little jerky, but it gave people an indescribable ease and comfort, all the troubles were forgotten, and for Harry, it was like a heavenly sound, like the little tune when his mother put him to sleep, so that he could sleep peacefully.

So that's the case, I've been running away from something, what's so terrible, I still have everyone, everyone is my good friend, is my relatives, I haven't always been a person, I have been surrounded by everyone's gentleness, everyone is my driving force, in order to live up to such a gentle everyone, I want to work hard to become stronger, strong enough to protect them from others, this is the meaning of my life.