Zhao Gongdao's tone was full of sighs.

For a while, Jia Ming looked at Jingwei's gaze and was in awe!

Jingwei's face was even darker, he sneered, and looked at the Huangquan Medical Center: "If you have time to talk nonsense here, it's better to worry about Su Yang." ”

"Someone of unknown origin, but a particularly 'coincidental' take out a hilt of a sword?"

"And in the hilt of the sword, there is 'justly' hidden a wisp of soul thought!"

"I really don't know, who is the one with ulterior motives."

Jingwei said in a long tone, mockingly, and looked at Jia Ming.

In the face of Jingwei's questioning, Jia Ming just smiled apologetically, and ignored her, without even a word of explanation.

For a moment, Jingwei's face darkened.

Even if you don't step into the Huangquan Medical Hall, you can still feel the exaggerated soul power inside.

Moreover, this soul power fluctuates extremely much, containing countless different emotions.

Angry, grumpy, sad...

All kinds of mixed emotions are mixed together, even if they are only slightly felt outside, and people can't help but feel it.

In the precincts at this time.

Time seems to stand still.

Even the fallen leaves are stagnant in mid-air.

Su Yang stood in the center of the courtyard, and the broken sword was around his body, constantly spinning, expressing his joy.

His face was very pale, and his brow furrowed, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

Of course, what is more painful than him is the immortal in the door.

The wails came and went.

The torture suffered was far more intense than kicking the door.

Unconsciously, Su Yang's forehead was already covered with sweat.

Images kept flashing through his mind.

The top of the mountain, the back of Xiao Se, full of loneliness and loneliness, is obviously a young image, but like an old man in the twilight, looking at the crowd at his feet...

The screen flickered.

It was still a familiar back, but at this moment, he was holding a pale cyan long sword, glaring at the void, in the dark clouds, the sky was thundering, but he seemed to be afraid of this figure, and the thunder did not dare to fall.

The third picture.

A huge palace with a throne in the center.

But he just stood in front of the throne, with his hands behind his back, and looked at the throne with sorrow in his heart.

The hall is very empty...

Silently speaks of the lonely atmosphere.

The fourth picture.

As far as the eye can see, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, blood red, have become the main color of this painting.

This back figure stood on top of the corpse mountain, the pale cyan long sword in his hand had already broken, and he was seriously injured, but his back was still so upright, proudly raising his chin and looking at the sky!

In the sky, four blurred figures stared at him indifferently.

It's just that these four figures seem to have also suffered heavy blows and are embarrassed.

And after that...

The flickering frequency is getting faster and faster!

Sometimes warm, sometimes hot...

But more than that, there is still sadness and anger.

I don't know how long it took, when Su Yang's sea of knowledge surged to a certain extreme, the picture suddenly stopped!

Countless memories poured into the sea of knowledge.

And Su Yang is soul thought, standing in the depths of the sea of knowledge, his eyes closed.

I don't know when, Su Yang quietly opened his eyes.

Looking at this steady stream of memories, Su Yang's eyes returned to clarity from blank.

"Is this the memory of 'me'?"

"But everything is history..."

"Why do I have to be 'me' again?"

"I am who I am..."

"It shouldn't be anyone's substitute."

"All the things in the past, since they have failed, they should go with the wind."

Su Yang muttered to himself.

The next second.

Opposite him, a vague figure appeared out of thin air, as if looking at him.

"I was, indeed, a loser, but how do you know that I was not as good as you are now?"

The voice spoke faintly.

"I don't know."

"But I represent the unknown, and the unknown is hope."

Su Yang spoke calmly again.

The figure shook his head slightly: "Compared with the unknown, I prefer to hold the initiative in my own hands." ”

"So, you're not me, and I'm not you."

Su Yang shook his head slightly: "What's more... You didn't ask my opinion when you created me, and now when you want to replace me... Do you want to skip my thoughts? So what exactly am I? ”

The figure fell silent.

The whole sea of knowledge gradually became calmer.

The figure formed by the words just looked at Su Yang calmly: "Your personality is diametrically opposed to mine. ”

"Perhaps."

"I don't know much about you."

Su Yang shrugged.

"I was in a hurry."

"When the calamity returns, and despair covers the earth..."

"Maybe you'll have a very different idea than you do now."

"It's just..."

"In that case, can you still stick to your heart?"

After a pause for a few seconds, the figure asked again.

"What the future holds, who knows?"

Su Yang smiled.

The figure also smiled, with a little emotion in his tone: "Yes, what will happen in the future, who knows, if I had your mentality at the beginning, maybe I would have done things more calmly, not like now." ”

Su Yang looked at the figure and was a little puzzled: "You... Is it really you? ”

"It's not."

"I only represent this memory..."

"I don't know anything outside of this memory."

"So, you're right."

"I don't have the right to replace you, let alone make you do something."

"You're already a single person."

"Perhaps..."

"You should have a new life, as for what is the so-called planning, the so-called responsibility..."

"Fuck it!"

The figure suddenly cursed, and the words around the body gradually dissipated into the void.

His figure became more and more blurred, and finally slowly dissipated into the sea of knowledge, leaving only one sentence, floating in the void.

"I'm a getaway..."

"Now I am persistent and have lost my freedom..."

"Haha!"

"I wish you and I be..."

"In this life, I don't want the world, responsibility, just ask for everything to go well!"

The voice faded away.

Zhihai was quiet again.

In the distance, fine cracks appeared on the door at some point, and the wailing inside the door gradually stopped.

Inside the hospital grounds.

Su Yang quietly opened his eyes, and the soul power covering the courtyard slowly poured into Su Yang's eyebrows.

The broken sword was even more in front of Su Yang, making an excited sword sound.

Su Yang raised his hand and clutched it on the hilt of the sword.

The lotus pattern on the hilt of the sword grew quietly, and wisps of soft blue light emerged, wrapping Su Yang's palm in it, as if blending with Su Yang's blood.

The front end of the broken sword is even more wanton exuding its own sharpness.

But the weakness of this broken sword can be clearly felt.

It's as if there's some kind of wisdom in it.

Now it's just healing, dying.

"Do you need soul power?"

Su Yang thoughtfully let go of the long sword.

In the next second, the long sword turned into a pale cyan streamer and rushed into Su Yang's eyebrows, leaving only a pale cyan lotus pattern, looming, and finally completely hidden.