No one likes thunder.

There was a thunderstorm, a boom, and a startled explosion, and the people who were bombarded were restless.

Of course, there are also people who are willing to listen to thunder, if there is thunder, it will rain if it is not even, it rains, Guiren did not bring an umbrella, quietly close to her side, no one should let go of this opportunity, if you can, this rain, to be small just right, this thunder, but also big enough to be just right, can scare others, not scare yourself.

White reptiles flashed in the sky, as if they jumped down, white lightning replaced the black night sky, boom, thunder came.

The clouds and mist of Bailing Mountain were shaken, and they suddenly returned to calm.

"Someone...... Buy an umbrella? "A little kid is running in the rain, holding three oil-paper umbrellas.

The umbrella she was holding was small, but it was big enough to shield herself from the rain.

The raindrops are like nails knocking on the green oil-paper umbrellas, fluttering and fluttering, shaking the oil-paper umbrellas up and down, and children chasing among the hurried pedestrians.

Didn't you buy your own umbrella even when it rained so much?

It's weird.

Some are aggrieved, and some are unwilling.

"Little sister, give me an umbrella." A man crouched in front of her.

There is no umbrella.

The rain seemed to avoid him, and did not want to hit him, but turned into mist and jumped away, the little girl was a little surprised, but she still took the oil-paper umbrella around her neck, and gently took out the oil-paper umbrella in her arms and handed it to the man.

"Here you go. Mr. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you. In the man's eyes, another white lightning bolt passed through, and the lightning suddenly cracked in the sky, like a claw grasping into his pupils.

Bang!

The thunder broke out, the man stood up, opened the oil-paper umbrella, the fluttering raindrops eagerly hit the oil-paper umbrella, the girl walked away, he stood in place, looked around, a little boy also held the umbrella there...... Quietly look at yourself.

Smack!

A serpentine bolt of lightning flew down and struck the trees beside it, and the fire, burning in the rain, raging on the branches, in the torrential rain, rushing.

"That's a lot of interest...... Such a heavy rain, enjoy the scenery? The man looked into the little boy's eyes.

Doubts never left his eyes.

"Vulcan ......" The little boy stood there, looking coldly at the man he called Vulcan.

The god of fire.

"Shhhh......h

"Although there are only you and me here, it's better not to make a noise, the Earth Treasure Bodhisattva can hear it." The Vulcan chuckled, and the thunder was inaudible.

His face was hooked, as if he had seen an old acquaintance.

"Long time no see, Demon King......"

"......" the little boy didn't answer, but obviously, he sighed.

"Weird, isn't it?" The god of fire stretched out his hand to the oil-paper umbrella, the rain splashed on his hand, but it couldn't stain his slender arm, he glanced at the boy, and said in a somewhat evil tone: "This time, you still can't do anything~"

"I guess you're not just here to tell me this." The little boy was holding an umbrella, and the rain splashed on his clothes, on his shoes, including his face, so much rain that the oil-paper umbrella was actually useless at all.

Bang, even in his face, slapping, blinding his eyes.

The sound of the rain smashing the umbrella one after another, together with the thunder, all made the people who were hiding from the rain tremble.

"Of course not, but, you may not know, this time, I'm here to help you." The god of fire withdrew his hand, and the clouds and mist churning in the rain made a gray mist roll up between the two of them.

"I am your potential enemy." The little boy looked at the mist-shrouded body, not knowing what would happen, he stood coldly, the word enemy seemed to be a little fierce, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

"Enemy......" Vulcan glanced at the little boy with interest.

"No, no, no, you're not an enemy, you can be a friend or not, but you must never be my enemy."

"Well, I think it's strange now......" The boy's eyes were the god of fire, and in the eyes of the god of fire were fast-jumping raindrops.

"Don't be surprised, you're an ordinary person now, and if you were an enemy, you'd have died 10,000 times a long time ago. Where else is the word spoken? The god of fire shook his head and stood quietly, with a row of dazzling red pearls around his waist and a fiery red robe on his body.

"Actually, to be precise, it was your mother who asked me to help you. It's obviously a new god, but it has so much charm that I learn to go through this experience. ”

The boy was surprised again, and his eyes began to lack a calm light, but faint, and could only see the mist churning in the rain.

"My Mother ......"

"She can't come, her movements have been blocked since she brought you back from that world. If it weren't for her, you would still be suffering in that orphanage. The creation clock will no longer be running. The god of fire seemed to have said something very sad, looked at the boy, and said to himself: "She has been punished, this is inevitable, I will help you, it is also very her trust."

"I don't know what to do for a while."

"You don't need to understand, you just need to understand that if you fail, everyone's efforts will be in vain. Including everything your mother has done for you. The god of fire looked at the boy with emotion, a little sad.

"What should I do?" The boy was a little short in front of the tall god of fire, and their eyes were not the same, but the flames next to him were all clear.

"Open the Tower of Babel."

"Shadow Seeker has lost contact. I simply don't have any possibility of opening the Tower of Babel right now. ”

The boy looked at the god of fire with difficulty, and from his eyes, helpless, like a cloud that was obscured, could not be seen at a glance.

"So, that's why I'm here." The Vulcan laughed very little, and he said: "The king has fallen into a deep sleep because of unknown circumstances, this will be a turning point in many things, perceiving you, those great demons who have been released are as simple as perceiving me." They do something, and you have to react, otherwise you will fall short. ”

The boy frowned and said nothing.

"I know, this is very difficult for you, because you can't do anything now, but as long as Chen Lin's divine sense is combined with the divine body, and Chen Lin before the ninth reincarnation wakes up, you will definitely tell you what you should do."

The god of fire slowly vanished, and the umbrella turned into flames and flew in the torrential rain.

Then he fell straight down and fell into the rain.

"Of course, it's not an easy thing to do. Shape up or ship out. ”

When the god of fire left, the flames around him tumbled and disappeared in an instant.

The fog dissipated, and only the torrential rain and thunder rushed.

Bang!

The boy walked lightly on the road, and a strong wind blew, blowing his oil-paper umbrella apart, and they were fluttering in the air, like the petals of a departing flower, sweeping out a graceful arc.

Then it fell straight down, and the two oil-paper umbrellas ended up in the same way, which can be described as a gift of this rushing rainstorm.

Ten miles of Taohua Street,

It's like a ten-mile peach blossom robbery.

That night, all the peach blossoms were destroyed by the wind and clouds, and the roots of the peach tree that had been struck by lightning were not left.

Since then, the ten miles of peach blossoms have been gone in the past few years, and someone has witnessed all this.

She hurried back, rushing home before the boy got home.

"Miss! Sure enough, it's weird! The maid panted and slapped at the door.

The door opened, and she entered, slamming it shut.

"Oh no, Miss! Just now, the boy came into contact with the weirdo! The maid danced and shouted in panic: "Boom! A thunderbolt split a peach tree. ”

The maid gestured to the table, which was a round table of red lacquered wood pulp, as if she had put her hand down at once, and the table would have been split in half.

The young lady was confused by the second monk, and just watched the maid make movements in a daze.

"With a bang, the weirdo is gone! Such a heavy rain! It's all to avoid him, it's simple! ”

"Oh, you've been watching it for a long time, and you've seen this?" The young lady touched her hair and gently tugged at her hair twice with a small wooden comb.

"No, miss, this child really can't be kept, she just lied to us! Now it's an excuse to go out to meet the strange man, it's a scourge, and you have to get him out as soon as possible," the maid talked louder and louder, and at last she had to jump up next to the young lady.

"Xiaocui, it's the first time I've seen you so happy." The young lady stroked her hair. He smiled in the mirror, revealing his white teeth.

"Miss, where is this fun! I'm scared stupefied. The maid cried out so quickly that she coughed.

"He's a little kid, it's normal to go out and meet someone we don't know, you say it's a weirdo, wouldn't it be a little arbitrary? The water avoidance spell is not an uncommon spell, so the weirdo is really weird? The young lady stood up and straightened her dress, touched her waist, and straightened up, she was wearing a bright red and green, so it was not weird.

"This ......"

Where can the maid say it, it's really weird, but it's not weird, a man who is very elegant in his gestures, if you want to say it's really weird, that is, the true face is always not seen.

"Cousin Demon stays here today...... We must find a way to show ourselves more in front of him, otherwise it would be a pity that such a good man as my cousin missed it, and we must make him deeply affected today. Isn't it better to have a child by my side? Kill two birds with one stone. Isn't it beautiful? The young lady touched her waist, felt that the width was okay, and was a little proud.

"Miss, I'm ......"

"This matter has passed like this, that child is not a simple thing, as long as he doesn't make trouble, my family can't afford to raise it. As soon as he makes trouble, you will drive him away. ”

"Okay." The maid nodded stupidly.

"How's this dress? Is it good-looking? The young lady spun around the room, her fluttering skirt striking the chair with a snapping sound.

"Beautiful." The maid had not yet recovered and nodded reluctantly.

"I also think, let's go see my cousin, he is in the lobby, you have to be careful when you speak, don't be surprised, otherwise you will scare your cousin, I want you to look good." When the young lady opened the door, half of her foot had already stepped out, but she still turned back and said to the maid: "One point should leave a good image, if his father is here, then he must be even more careful when he speaks." Got it? ”

"Got it......" The maid nodded again, this time much better. Not so stiff.

The two of them quickly walked through the corridor-like passage, the vermilion pillars separated from the white wall, and Changyu Feng sneezed past them.

He cowered as if he had caught a cold.

"Huh! Hold it! Where's your umbrella? The young lady still stopped Chang Yu Feng, and Chang Yu Feng wanted to turn to her, but his nose was itchy, so he hurriedly turned away and sneezed.

"The umbrella was struck by lightning...... "Chang Yu Feng touched his head apologetically.

Wet hair, dripping with water.

"You go to Mother Wu to get a towel first, and then ask Uncle Wu to take a bath in the kettle water for you, it's not good to catch a cold." The young lady hurriedly walked over, and the maid kept staring at Changyu Feng, snorted and followed.

Changyu Feng has a bit of a taste of soup chicken.

He shook his head and continued to walk with his head down.

While looking at the road, he rubbed his arms.

Cold.

Bang!

Another thunderclap.

Chang Yu Feng shook his head again and walked on the way to the hut.

He said that he was homeless, and Miss Li took him in for the time being.

Bai Lingshan has a recognized young master, who came back two years ago, not him.

It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, whether it's authoritative, it's about everything.

Because he is definitely not the young master of Bailing Mountain now.

Now I'm just a little ghost who catches a cold when it's rainy, that's all.

"Ahh

He sneezed, recalling Vulcan's words.

Actually, I can't think of a reason, I'm just a little puppet, and there's nothing.

It's like an experience card.

Glory and wealth, martial arts and strength, are all things that exist all at once, and are not available at once. It's not worth worrying about, thinking about it like this, there is no way out, maybe it's also a way out, and he doesn't need a thousand real reasons, he also knows that in fact, a lot of things have happened, not to mention his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, even the ups and downs along the way, will never let him retreat.

It's just that waiting with the flow is, perhaps, much more difficult.

Luck is really lucky, otherwise being penniless and sleeping on the street is not a joke.

So what's going on? Now that the matter has come to this, why bother? I have experienced too much about everything, normal, abnormal, driven, not driven, so what?

In his life, even if he dies lonely like this, he only needs to wait until the Shadow of the Wilderness discovers another body and implants his memories into it.

That one of himself has long since disappeared.

In the flames of hell.

Incineration.

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