In the early morning, the sun stretched out its arms lazily and smiled at the urging of the roosters.

The golden thread warmly shone into the room, reflecting the whole room in gold. It was a dazzling color, and the spirit of the morning was uplifted.

"Brother! Look at how good the sun is today! How golden and lively, why haven't you woken up yet! But don't leave your dreams alone! Daddy is gone, grandpa is gone, if my brother doesn't want to dream anymore, what can I do? Woo, I'm afraid of dreams. ”

A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old kept crying, her voice was hoarse, she had been crying for I don't know how long, and she had been trying to call out to the man who was sleeping in the bed.

The man on the bed seemed to be infected by this unusually sad voice, and he couldn't bear it, and his eyelids, which had been reluctant to open, suddenly beat playfully, such a small movement, but it was seen by a very careful dream.

Meng'er rubbed her eyes, and when she looked at it again, the eyelids didn't move at all, "Is it another hallucination? The corners of Meng'er's mouth quirmed and muttered.

"Alas!"

Poor Meng'er sighed softly, and a faint sense of loss crossed her heart, for such hallucinations had appeared no less than a hundred times.

Meng'er put her little hand on the man's big hand and grabbed it gently, afraid that she would hurt her brother on the bed, gentle and delicate.

Who knew that the man lying on the bed this time was very angry, and the eyelids that had stopped for a while seemed to have rested enough, and they continued to beat sharply, and the fingers that were laid flat also reacted, and between a few fingers, they continued to squirm rhythmically, as if they were coordinating the beating of the eyelids.

The heartbroken dream finally found that something was wrong, the little hand that was on her brother's palm, as if she was being scratched by something, made her palm itch.

Meng'er's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly raised her buried head, staring intently at the fingers that kept moving, the panic in her heart, accompanied by joy, rushed to her heart, and the red eyes were rubbed and rubbed by her little hands, for fear that it was her own hallucination in front of her.

Finally, no matter how she kneaded it, the scene in front of her was real, her brother seemed to have finally woken up, tears were rolling in the corners of his eyes, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Is my brother really going to wake up this time?"

"Brother, brother, brother......" Meng'er kept shouting, and the delicate little hand grasped tightly, wanting to let the brother who refused to open his eyes for a long time open it quickly.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!" With a few beautiful coughs, the man lying on the bed finally opened his eyes.

"Where have I been, how did I hear someone calling me brother?". The man struggled to open his eyes and stared at the broken planks above his head.

The man on the bed was the reincarnated Chitian, who had been in a coma for a long time due to weakness, so he never woke up.

Meng'er cried with joy, her head was stuck in Chitian's arms, and she kept sobbing, "Woo, brother, you finally woke up, Meng'er knows that you will not leave me alone." ”

This little girl who keeps crying, these days, in order to wake up her sleeping brother. At night, I don't know how many times I cried and how much I suffered.

"Brother, why do you call me brother, are you my sister?" Chitian's voice was very quiet, although he woke up, it was still a little difficult to speak, and there was still a series of doubts in his mind.

Meng'er in his arms was stunned, his head was slightly raised, and his hand wiped his face full of tears, looking unbelievable, that look was really cute.

Meng'er said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I'm your sister Chimeng, don't you remember me?"

"Sister, Red Dream. Chitian whispered.

Hearing this familiar shout, Chimeng kept nodding his head, hoping that Chitian would remember.

"Let me think about it!"

"Brother, think about it, it doesn't matter if you can't remember, as long as my brother can wake up. My brother hasn't eaten for seven days, so Meng'er will help you cook something to eat. ”

She had already thought about it, whether her brother could remember it or not, at least he had woken up, and that would be enough.

Chitian recalled carefully in his mind, recalling all the things in this life, his heart shook, and he couldn't believe what he recalled, "This person is not someone else, it is himself, this is a true body that he has experienced six or nine heavenly tribulations before his reincarnation, is there such a coincidence?"

Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven knew that he would have such a calamity, so what is the calamity referred to by this calamity, is it the Eight Desolation Order!

If that's the case, then he's not very dangerous right now.

No, not many people know that I was reborn, except for the Heavenly Emperor and Laojun, Fu Zu, Tianjizi and other Heavenly Realm Elders, no one else should know.

Moreover, it is impossible for the Eight Desolation Clan to find the other Eight Desolation Fragments of the Eight Desolation Order so quickly, it should take a certain amount of time, and it should be safe now, but sooner or later it will be suspected of him, "You must hurry up to improve your strength, reach the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and then go to your uncle." ”

"Hey, now that I think about it, isn't that little girl really my sister, or my own sister, no wonder I felt a little distressed when I saw her crying so sadly just now. ”

In the memories in my mind, Chitian and Chimeng's father and mother had already passed away, and they were forced to die by the Huang family, a wealthy man nearby.

A few months ago, in the end, grandpa was also forced to die.

The reason is that the eldest son of the Huang family, Huang Yongcai, fell in love with Chimeng and wanted to snatch it back, but Chitian's grandfather refused to let him and desperately resisted, but he was beaten to death.

In order to avenge his grandfather, Chitian, who was still sixteen years old, found Huang Yongcai in anger, but who knew that a guard would knock him down.

was originally beaten into a vegetative state, and no matter how difficult it was, fortunately, Chitian's true body came, and he woke up.

Wouldn't it be better for the two of them to be one, and now the main body is dominant.

However, the Huang family is also too domineering, and for the sake of disaster in the township, they also forced their grandfather and parents to death in this life, and now there are only two brothers and sisters left who depend on each other, which makes Chitian extremely angry in his heart.

This hatred is not shared with the sky, and no one can bear it, let alone him Chitian, the fire god of the six realms.

Being bullied like this in the Nether Realm, it must not make people laugh off their big teeth when it spreads, if this matter is placed in the Three Realms, Chitian will not send them to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Brother, this is the porridge I made for you, come and eat some. At this time, Chimeng came in with porridge, sat on the edge of Chitiande's bed, stretched out his arm, and put his wrist on Chitian's back, trying to support him against the wall.

Chitian, who understood everything, came out of the memory, tried his best to cooperate, let these little hands hold up, these little hands are not as delicate as imagined, lubricated, placed on Chitian's back, he can feel that those little hands are like rough sand and stones, hard and rough, how much suffering does this have to suffer!