"You!" Liu Feng was slightly angry.

King Ying didn't pay attention to him anymore, but looked back at the young man in white in front of him.

King Ying looked at Su Mo, but didn't seem to look at Su Mo...... With a sad look on his face, he spoke hoarsely:

"You... I have her breath on my body......"

"You... Can you tell me...... What did you see there? ”

Who would have thought that he would be the king! There was an air of pleading in the tone of his voice!

There is no greater mourning than death......

The spring breeze is coming, and the coolness is pressing!

The wind blew King Ying's sideburns, and the messy sideburns swayed with the wind.

Su Mo looked at this middle-aged man who blocked the killing move for himself. The powerful aura on his body seemed to be overwhelmed by a sadness, and Su Mo saw a hint of pleading in his gray eyes.

That look is distressing!

Su Mo sensed it carefully, and he also felt an extremely familiar aura on this Ying King!

Su Mo was slightly stunned......

"You are ......" Su Mo said in a daze.

“...... A father who lost his daughter...... "King Ying at this moment is no longer a Dahua prince, not a genius of cultivation."

Just a father, a father who lost his beloved daughter......

"My daughter's name is ......"

“...... Tong Tong!"

Rumble!

Some memories appeared in front of Su Mo's eyes, and Su Modi's eyes blurred in an instant, it was the well-behaved and sensible but poor child......

"Brother, I'm afraid ......"

"Brother, where is this? It's so dark here, I've been walking for a long time... I walked for a long time before I saw you. There is nothing here...... It's only pitch black! ”

"Brother, I want to go home... I've been running away for a long time, and if I don't go home, my father and mother should be worried......"

"Brother, can you take me home?"

"Brother, why didn't they let us go home?"

"Tong Tong feels so weak...... Tong Tong felt like he... Can't go home......"

"My brother is cheating...... Tong Tong ......"

"Tong Tong ...... It's already dead, how can my brother ...... Send a child to ...... What about going home? ”

"Tong Tong ...... Thinking about it, Tong Tong ran out secretly... Got caught... This yard ...... Those people... Killed Tong Tong ......"

"Tong Tong ...... It's been a long time ago... Dead ......" M.biQuge.biZ

"Tong Tong ...... I'll never be able to go home again......"

"Tong Tong... Very scared ......."

"Brother...... I think... Listen... Song ......"

Brother...... I think... Listen... Song......

Su Mo's eyes were red, and he looked up at the middle-aged man's eyes.

And those gray and godless eyes also saw the change in Su Mo's expression!

"You... Ever seen...... She? Ying Wang asked in a trembling voice.

Su Mo nodded silently, and took out the Nianchuan spirit jade from his arms, and the spirit jade jade light flowed.....

Su Mo looked at this grief-stricken and heartbroken man, he could let him see her again!

In his recollections......

Ying Wang was stunned when he saw it, he saw that Su Mo was paying attention, and Su Mo wanted to let him see it with his own eyes......

King Ying instantly became panicked, he was afraid, afraid to see the picture that he didn't dare to face. It can be seen that Tong Tong's last chance is in front of him, and in an instant, the father looked pained, and after being entangled in pain for a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded at Su Mo.

Su Mo raised his hand silently and lifted the spirit jade between the two.

Nianchuan Lingyu seemed to respond, and two rays of light flew out, connecting the spiritual consciousness of the two men.

In an instant, King Ying's consciousness fell into Su Mo's memory......

Liu Cheng on the side watched the actions of the two of them, with a gloomy face, holding Liu Feng with one hand, and secretly crushing a jade slip in his sleeve with the other......

The operation of the Nianchuan Lingyu began, and Su Mo's mind began to recall from the moment he met Tong Tong's dead soul.

Tong Tong's sensibility... Clever... Lovely ......

Nursery rhymes for children...

Tong Tong's panic...

The fear of death in the face of childhood...

The regret of the dissipation of the child...

Su Mo is connected with ghosts, and the feeling brought to him by the dead soul is like his own experience, so he can compare others with empathy and the dead soul, it is not sentimental, but just empathy.

And King Ying after the Nianchuan Lingyu began to operate...

Then they fell into darkness......

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and he saw Su Mo, who was thin in black, carrying a strong crossbow on his back, trembling in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, a small figure appeared, and the small figure grabbed Su Mo's trembling hand.

"Brother, I'm afraid ......"

"Brother, where is this? It's so dark here, I've been walking for a long time... I walked for a long time before I saw you. There is nothing here...... It's only pitch black! ”

The little figure was terrified, terrified.

With a 'boom', King Ying felt like he was struck by lightning, and his mind was blank.

"Child... Tong Tong ......"

King Ying looked at the little figure and his voice choked.

King Ying rushed forward, frantically trying to talk to the little figure.

It's a pity, memories... It can only be a memory......

Memories are poisonous and heartbreaking!

Memories are like clouds, but they can't be traced......

The poor little figure couldn't see him, and let him roar and dance wildly, but he only grabbed the trembling hand of the black-clothed Su Mo tightly in fear......

King Ying's liver and intestines were broken, and he slowly quieted down, looking at the little man in a daze, not daring to miss a glance, and wanted to engrave it in the depths of his soul......

"Brother, I want to go home... I've been running away for a long time, and if I don't come home, my father and mother should be worried......," said the little figure.

"Child... Tong ......" The seven-foot man's eyes were foggy and swollen.

"Brother, can you take me home?"

In the darkness, the little boy looked up and asked......

"Good...... Brother is sending you home! ”

In the darkness, the black-clothed Su Mo led the little boy and walked out......

King Ying immediately staggered and followed.

He followed out of the tunnel, and when he arrived at a courtyard, he saw three black-robed Zhuji blocking the way.

Three Tsukiki blocked the way home for the two emaciated figures......

King Ying was furious and wanted to kill the three Zhuji.

Can...... These three foundations are still just memories......

It's a memory, it's out of reach!

King Ying was furious and useless, stopped and looked at the two thin and pitiful figures with a trembling......

Looking at the two figures who were stopped on a rainy night.

Sorrow comes from it......

"They... Just want to go home......"

"I just want to go home......"

In the rainy night, the black-clothed Su Mo used a strange power, and the three Zhuji were deprived of their ability to act by the strange power, and their faces were frightened.

Looking at the frightened expressions on the faces of the three black-robed people, King Ying laughed with red eyes.

Nursery rhymes sounded, and the immature voice echoed through the rainy night in this small world......

"That's... Her mother taught her ......"

The black-clothed Su Mo danced with the little boy in his arms, but the dance steps were a little weird.

But King Ying didn't feel ugly at all, but felt pleasing to the eye.

With the singing, King Ying watched the strange dance steps of the black-clothed Su Mo holding the little boy in the rain, and then slowly danced with him.

A black-robed man fell to the ground and died, and King Ying didn't even bother to look at it. He kept his eyes on the one singing, and the other holding the two children dancing, afraid of falling behind.

Gradually, the children's singing gradually stopped, and finally stopped......

The remaining two black-robed men fell to the ground and died!

"Tong Tong feels so weak...... Tong Tong felt like he... I can't go home......" said Xiao Tongtong......

King Ying stepped forward and looked at Xiao Tongtong's weak appearance, his heart was like a knife!

"How so? My brother promised Tong Tong... I want to send Tong Tong home. The black-clothed Su Mo held his head high, in the vast rainy night, there was no half a star, and there was only endless sadness......

"My brother is cheating...... Tong Tong ...... Tong Tong ...... It's already dead, how can my brother ...... Send a child to ...... What about going home? ”

The child's body became dull, and the slightest rain began to fall to the ground through the child!

Revenant!

It's just a ghost......

Ying Wang Wenzhi sat on the ground in a trance, and the seven-foot prince finally couldn't hold back any longer, and two lines of blood and tears fell from his eyes.

There is a wind in the memory, and the wind in this memory makes King Ying tremble.

"Is Tong Tong afraid?" The black-clothed Su Mo lowered his head and hugged Xiao Tongtong tightly, pressing his cheek against Xiao Tongtong's forehead.

"Tong Tong... Very scared ......."

"Tong Tong is afraid that his father and mother will not find Tong Tong... And sad and worried ......"

"Tong Tong is afraid that the other world will be dark...... Tong Tong is most afraid of the dark......"

"Tong Tong is still afraid of nothing in the other world, and Tong Tong is most afraid of being alone......"

"Brother, you say...... What's the other world like? ”

"When my grandmother died, my mother said...... The other world is beautiful......" Xiao Tong Tong hugged the neck of the black-clothed Su Modi.

King Ying looked at the shivering little boy and tried to use his body to block the cold wind blowing towards her, but it was in vain!

"Your mother is right, there are endless things to eat in the other world, and there are beautiful flowers everywhere."

"People in the other world are very kind, they will treat Tong Tong like Tong Tong's father and mother...... "Su Mo in black said softly.

King Ying saw the black-clothed Su Mo comforting the little boy softly, and his heart was painful and helpless.

"Brother...... I think... Listen... The song ...... "The child is becoming more and more powerless to speak.

"Good!"

The black-clothed Su Mo agreed.

A piece of opera sounded, singing about the desolation of this place......

The opera landed and disappeared......

PS: This chapter is quite uncomfortable to write, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable watching it!

Pen fun pigeon