Douluo Soul Emperor

The black coffin made of willow wood was not big, and it was just full enough to put the 12-year-old Liu Ding in it.

The general was very satisfied and said with a smile: "The time is just right. If you grow up, you will have to work hard." After covering the coffin, his expression gradually became serious, and he murmured a spell and pointed to the sky and the earth.

The quiet night sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the stars in the sky were covered by black clouds coming from all directions. There was a strange atmosphere in the sky. Even Liu Yandong, who was waiting under the watchtower, realized that something big was about to happen.

"thunderbolt"

A bolt of lightning like a giant sword pierced the sky, and the entire sky seemed to be cracked. There was a roar, heavy rain fell, and the dark night was shrouded in the storm.

"Ding'er" Liu Yandong was worried, but he just took a step forward and then stopped, thinking: "Maybe this strange phenomenon in the world was summoned by that mysterious old man. Ding'er shouldn't be able to get wet from the rain."

Liu Ding was indeed not exposed to rain. He lay in the dark willow wood coffin and began to dream. He dreamed that he woke up in the early morning, and a warm wet towel was applied to his face, waiting for him to see clearly. , this is the face of a kind mother. He picked up his schoolbag, came to a big house, sat on a cold bench with a group of children, and shouted "Hello, teacher"

The years flew by in his sleep. He went from longing to wear a red triangle scarf, to longing to smell the body fragrance of a girl walking beside him, to longing to own a roaring two-wheeled motorcycle.

He finally had the courage to hold a girl's hand, but what his nose smelled was not the same body fragrance as before. The body fragrance would occasionally drift past him, but he felt very far away.

Although he sighed in his heart, he was still happy that he could hold the girl's little hand. However, he did not expect that the little hand that was easy to hold could also be easily held by another hand, and he was also commanded by a group of bulls led by that hand. They beat him until he was covered in blood.

"Duel if you can," he roared, pointing at his 150-horsepower motorcycle.

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the motorcycle he was holding on to was printed with eye-catching words: 250.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

On an abandoned road, two motorcycles a hundred meters apart roared loudly, and their incandescent lights made the night seem even darker.

With speed, passionate speed, he turned the accelerator full and roared towards the bright incandescent headlights in front of him.

However, there was no violent collision that he had expected in his enthusiasm. The hand panicked, and the motorcycle suddenly skidded. He lifted the front of the car and whizzed past, crushing the panicked eyes that the hand could not hide.

When he woke up in a white room, his eyes saw a pair of small faces that were about to cry, and his nose smelled the familiar body fragrance. He finally knew that he was wrong, and with his trembling hands, he finally grasped the Those little hands that he had given up on.

The girl lowered her slender waist, and he felt his lips touch the softness of the small earlobe, and said in a dying voice: "If there is an afterlife, I will never give up."

A teardrop fell on his cheek, and the delicate little face in front of him gradually became blurry and disappeared.

Liu Ding sat up suddenly. The dream disappeared. In front of him was a dim light. He was lying on the stone slab of the family watchtower, surrounded by moisture, just like his moist eyes.

The storm finally passed, the stars in the sky became brighter, and the watchtower remained

Silently, Liu Yandong finally felt uneasy and climbed up step by step. The mysterious old man in the cloak disappeared. What he saw was Liu Ding sitting blankly.

"Ding'er, you, you, you" Liu Yandong was surprised and surprised, and was speechless for a moment.

"Oh, grandpa, it's you." Liu Ding woke up and called out. He was originally going to end it with you, but somehow he still added the word "ah" to make himself look a little stupid.

Are you stupid? Liu Ding twitched the corner of his mouth. He had experienced a short life in the dream just now, and he understood everything he should understand.

"Ding'er, are you okay?" Liu Yandong finally returned to normal. He stepped forward and placed his big hand on Liu Ding's forehead, which felt cool and comfortable.

"I'm fine, Grandpa, don't worry." Liu Ding stood up, "Let's go back, sleeping in the open is not fun."

The corner of Liu Yandong's mouth twitched, he was still a little crazy, but when he saw Liu Ding descending the watchtower along the winding stone steps, he felt that something was different about him again.

"Could it be that his body was taken away?" Liu Yandong was frightened by his own thoughts when he thought of the old man in the cloak who disappeared mysteriously.

"You're too worried." Suddenly, a faint sound came from the old man in the cloak.

Liu Yandong was shocked to be able to become invisible and said, "I'm sorry, I just feel that he seems different."

"He is indeed different." The old man in cloak looked at the retreating figure under the watchtower. "He is no longer stupid, and he may bring you supreme glory."

"You cured his dementia." Liu Yandong was shocked.

"To be precise, he repaired his damaged seven souls." The cloaked old man nodded.

"Thank you General for your great kindness." Liu Yandong almost knelt down, but was held by the old man in the cloak. He said excitedly: "Why didn't you show up just now? Ding'er should thank you personally."

"Can't show up." Jiang Lao said, "I will be annoyed by this little guy, because I don't know how he repairs it. I just use this coffin to give it a try."

The old man took out the willow black coffin, looked at Liu Yandong and said, "Do you still remember it? The small willow coffin that you put your grandson into with your own hands. Don't be surprised. Liu Ding is your grandson. I personally took it from the willow coffin." He was taken out of the coffin and placed at the door of your daughter-in-law's backyard."

Liu Yandong's legs became weak and he fell down, muttering: "How can my grandson still be alive?"

"He is indeed dead. His resurrection is thanks to the small coffin you made of willow wood." The old man in the cloak caressed the black coffin of willow wood and said leisurely: "As far as I know, this section of willow wood comes from a very perfect different world. , was lost in an earth-shattering thunder and lightning, and was scattered across three thousand worlds. When your ancestors got it, they felt how extraordinary it was and kept it as a family treasure."

"And you made it into a coffin to bury your long-dead grandson." The mysterious old man stepped forward and stared at Liu Yandong.

Liu Yandong was sweating coldly. It was so scary. This mysterious old man knew everything. The family did treasure a piece of charred willow wood. Only the sect leader knew how valuable it was. The death of his grandson made him completely dejected. He was cruel. He used this piece of charred willow wood to make a small coffin to bury his grandson.

Subconsciously, he longed for a miracle.

Now, a miracle happened.