The original god in Douluo

Suddenly, a figure slowly walked out of the shadows of the woods. It was a man.

He has medium-long black hair with rock-like brown hair at the end. From the looks of it, he is a very handsome and elegant young man. His skin is as delicate and fair as a woman's. His eyes are long and narrow, with bright red eyeshadow at the corners. However, there is no vitality of youth in the pair of golden brown pupils. Instead, they are very stable, as if they have gone through countless years. The man's outline is very perfect, and there is a sense of calmness between his eyebrows that can give people a sense of security.

The man kept mumbling and repeating four words, which sounded like "Morax".

His vision became increasingly blurry, and it became increasingly difficult to see the expression of the man opposite him.

The little boy lying on the bed suddenly sat up. The boy breathed in the oily air rapidly. A trace of confusion flashed in his golden brown pupils, and then he returned to calm.

The boy looked at his young hands and murmured to himself: "Morax, whose name is this..."

Just then, a little boy about six years old suddenly ran into the small, shabby room.

The boy has clean and neat broken hair, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a pair of particularly bright eyes.

With worry and concern in his eyes, he looked at Zhongli who stood up and sat on the bed, and heard him say: "Brother, are you having nightmares again?"

Hearing this, Zhong Li shook his head and smiled faintly. Looking at the boy who was sweating profusely after washing the dishes, he felt something in his heart and said to the worried boy, "I'm fine, mistress. It's getting late. You should Rest”

The boy looked tangled and said to Zhongli, still worried: "Brother, if anything happens, remember to tell me."

When Zhongli heard this, he was very pleased. On the surface, he just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

The boy nodded when he heard the words, and climbed onto the bed with his two little hands: "Brother, I blew out the candles."

"Um"

The boy's little mouth opened slightly and breathed out a breeze. The swaying fire was extinguished instantly. Zhongli looked at the starry sky outside the window, his eyes as calm as the surface of a lake. Tang San spread out the neatly folded licorice quilt and took off some of it. The shabby blue coat revealed some thin but very powerful arms.

Zhongli didn't look back, as if muttering to himself, or asking Tang San: "Are there such wonderful things in this world as the past and present life?"

When Tang San heard this, his bright pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Zhongli with a look of disbelief on his face, but he did not answer, but secretly recalled in his heart that this brother of his was not his biological son.

Although I also regard Zhongli as my biological brother, this biological brother really doesn't look like a six-year-old child at all. He is very similar to me. However, Zhongli is too stable. No matter what he is, I can't remember him. The look on his face and even the look in his eyes were startled and turbulent.

Even for something as magical and mysterious as the martial spirit, my brother was only a little curious. Even Tang San himself would be amazed by such a magical and mysterious thing.

Although Zhongli was like a brother in Tang San's eyes, he was more like an old man who had lived through vicissitudes of life, as if nothing could arouse him. Compared to Tang San, Zhongli was more like a reborn person!

Moreover, Zhongli would shout some strange words in his dreams, such as "Ruotuo Dragon King", "Morox", "God of the People of Liyue", etc. Tang San had already vaguely confirmed one thing, his brother was not simple at all. !There is a high possibility that it is the same existence as myself!

Zhong Li turned his head to look at Tang San's serious thinking gaze, his golden brown pupils condensed, and he closed his eyes after a moment. After all, he knew that his younger brother Tang San would practice an ability in his eyes every morning.

Recalling the purple light in Tang San's eyes, Zhongli felt a little dazed. When he thought of the word purple, a vague figure flashed in his mind, like a woman, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Zhongli has a natural affinity with the earth and rocks. As long as he can come into contact with rocks and earth, Zhongli can control some of the power of the earth and rocks, or sense everything around him through the earth and rocks.

Every day he would observe Tang San's cultivation from a distance through the rocks and the ground. He knew clearly that he was from another continent, or another world, and his brother was born to cultivate the power in his eyes. , this is obviously impossible. In Zhongli's eyes, the most convincing statement is that Tang San is the same as himself.

Zhong Li was not thinking. He closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly. After a while, he was already asleep. Tang San was tossing and turning. He looked at Zhong Li's handsome and delicate face under the moonlight and was lost in thought for a moment, breathing in the cold air. The night wind blew, and a gust of cold air surged into Tang San's body. Tang San suddenly felt goosebumps. He looked at Zhong Li's hay quilt that only covered his chest, and reached out to cover him.

Just when Tang San stretched out his hand, suddenly, a hand grabbed Tang San's wrist. Zhongli opened his eyes in an instant. Tang San was stunned. The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment. The scene was very tense. Embarrassed, Tang San took the lead and said: "Brother, you are not covered properly by the quilt."

Unexpectedly, Zhongli had closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Seeing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: So he didn't wake up, was he sleepwalking?Or is it subconscious? If it is the latter, then it would be terrible.

Tang San covered him with a hay quilt again. Under the moonlight, Zhongli's black hair reflected the cold moonlight. Even though he closed his eyes, he could still vaguely see the red eye shadow in the corners of his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his snow-like face. A shadow, between the eyebrows is an elegant nobility, distant and indifferent.

Tang San looked carefully and couldn't help but secretly sigh: Brother is really handsome, with this appearance and temperament, he just doesn't look like a child at all!

Tang San also fell asleep unknowingly, and at the same time

In a pub in Notting City

"Hahahahaha, money is a useful thing, but it will only bring you happiness when you feel satisfied. So you should give me the extra money." A middle-aged, fair and fat man He stood in front of a tall man with fairly regular facial features, messy hair like a bird's nest, and a sallow complexion.

The tall man looked at the fat man acting drunkenly in front of him and asked coldly: "So?"

The fat man seemed to be mocking or joking: "Robbery! You idiot."

A group of big men in the tavern came up to watch the show, and they were all very interested. The fat man was a relative of the city lord, and he was a gangster in the past. A middle-aged man who looked a bit strong walked up and stood in the way. Between the two of them: "That's enough! Aruskotus, this is my tavern!"

When the fat man heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man, was slightly startled, and then snorted disdainfully: "Huh, you are so lucky!" After that, the fat man directly found a seat in the middle of the tavern and sat down. Everyone saw the tavern owner. When they arrived, everyone dispersed and went to drink.

The tall man was Tang Hao, Tang San's father and Zhongli's adoptive father. Tang Hao would often come to this tavern to drink. He spent almost all of his savings on drinking. He sat back in the corner, He picked up a large glass of ale with his rough left hand and took a deep sip. Looking at Tang Hao who smelled of alcohol and looked very decadent, the tavern owner walked over and sat next to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao just raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the tavern owner sitting next to him. At this moment, the tavern owner said: "Are you a soul master?"

Tang Hao paused for a moment and did not answer. He just continued to drink cheap ale. Seeing this, the tavern owner also smiled and said: "What is in the cup often cannot relieve sorrow."

At this time, Tang Hao also turned to look at the handsome face of the tavern owner. The tavern owner held a pot of freshly boiled hot wine, poured it into a small stone cup, and handed it to Tang Hao. Tang Hao did not say anything. What? After taking the wine glass, he looked at the hot wine in the glass. The reflection of the moonlight in the glass was reflected in his turbid and dull pupils. He took a gentle sip. Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, because the wine was so real. It was so fragrant, completely beyond his imagination. He had never tasted such a fine wine before. He turned to look at the tavern owner, but the tavern owner had already walked away, leaving only the pot of boiled hot wine...