Douluo's Ice Memorial

"You don't understand me at all!"

After venting his dissatisfaction, Memorial simply slammed the door and walked out. From the corner of his eye, he just saw his father standing in the living room with an angry face and red face without looking at him, and Sitting on the sofa watching quietly. He could not hide his disappointed mother in his eyes.

The flame in Memorial's heart was not extinguished, but he became more and more restless. He silently disappeared into the corridor with heavy steps without looking back, like a ridiculous duck.

There are very few people at night. On both sides of the road, you can only occasionally see men and women walking fast in suits and leather shoes, and middle-aged men talking shirtlessly.

Looking at the cold street, looking at the light emitted by the street lamp, walking aimlessly on the street with his hands in his pockets, the occasional night wind brought a chill, but it could not cool down his impetuous heart.

He actually knew that he was the one making trouble unreasonably, but he just couldn't admit his mistakes frankly. It was something that was easy to admit before, but he didn't know when he started to change like this.

Being restless about everything, stubborn about small opinions, and blindly confident in everything, in the final analysis, it means that you have some good face.

"Hey..., messed up again..."

Memorial lowered his eyes and kept kicking the stones on the roadside. He had already thought about apologizing, but it would be very embarrassing to go back like this...

With this thought in mind, Memorial walked slowly to the vending machine, swiped the screen, skillfully selected refreshing soda water, and slowly took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and scanned the QR code.

And when he pressed his finger on the phone screen, he noticed something was wrong.

My ears...seem to be unable to hear...

There was only a buzzing sound that started ringing from the eardrums.

The sight in his eyes seemed to be slowly falling, as if... his whole head was about to fall off.

He was horrified to find that his arms began to twist, no... it was the ground... his entire field of vision showed a strange spiral shape. Just when he wanted to shout, he found that his throat seemed to be strangled by something. , the whole world in his eyes began to distort, shrinking like a whirlpool, and then...

The world in front of me turned into pure black, and my brain gradually lost consciousness...

"Oh, what a misfortune, it actually affected ordinary people, what a miscalculation..." An extremely calm male voice sounded, gradually awakening the hazy consciousness of Memorial.

Memorial slowly opened his eyes and looked slightly confused when he saw the scenery in front of him.

White, the only thing that caught the eye was this monotonous pure color, as if there were no other things or impurities. Looking at his feet, he found that his feet seemed to be just stepping on the white outline, with no hard touch from the ground, and no Feeling the temperature transfer, he couldn't feel the pressure of his body weight on the soles of his feet, as if his whole body was floating in this space.

Memorial took a step forward. His body moved, but he did not feel any touch of power at all. It was as if his whole body was just moving at will. But at this moment, he discovered that he was completely naked. of.

Just when Memorial looked at this strange environment and was a little confused, a gentle male voice came from behind again.

"Don't look anymore, your fire of life has been extinguished, and now you are just a wandering soul..."

Looking back in memory, I saw in this white space, an extremely handsome man standing not far away. He was wearing the simple matching that can be seen everywhere, a white T-shirt and blue loose denim shorts. He couldn't see clearly. He wears brand-name sneakers, has an extremely fresh and fair face, and has a fresh-looking three-quarter hairstyle. However, you can faintly see the colorful light pouring out from behind him.

"I...dead?" Memorial squeezed his thigh subconsciously, but no pain came from him. Looking at the man in front of him who was dressed very ordinary, he only felt dizzy in his head, as if he was making a roaring sound. Then his knees bent and he fell to the ground heavily.

Nausea, so nauseous, nauseous, nauseous, nauseous.

Memorial puts one hand on the ground and covers his mouth with one hand.

But there was no cramping effect in his stomach. All this was just his subconscious mind.

"Yes, there are no dead scum left. Fortunately, I took action in time to prevent your soul from being destroyed. Otherwise, it would be a real regret..." The man covered his face and replied with some sadness.

"How... did I die?" Memorial looked down at his hands, his eyes regaining clarity in vain.

The nauseating feeling just now was gone.

Strange, so strange!This kind of thing should be very uncomfortable!Why, why can't I feel any emotion in my heart? Don't I have no nostalgia for this world?

"Now that you are free from the constraints of the body, you will naturally not have too many worries at your growing age. Of course, there will be normal emotions that you should have. They exist in your memory. For example, say you just showed Surprised.”

As if the god could hear his thoughts, he quickly explained.

Memorial nodded and stood up slowly.

"Then...how did I die?"

Memorial asked this question again, he had to know that if he remembered correctly, all he did was order a bottle of drink.

Faced with this question, the god opposite seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his head in an extremely humane manner, and said with some embarrassment:

"Well...how should I put it? It's very complicated. There are various reasons. You may not understand it, but...it was my mistake that caused you to become a victim. To understand it this way...is not...no Can."

"Ah?" Memorial looked at the gods in front of him and was speechless. It turned out that he was just affected?

"Of course, since it was my mistake, I will naturally give you a chance to compensate. I can give you a chance to be reborn..."

"Then send me back now!" Memorial replied extremely quickly without hesitation.

"Listen to me first!" The god sighed, feeling helpless.

"Sending you back... basically... is impossible."

Memorial's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help asking angrily: "Didn't you say you would give me a chance to be reborn?"

From now on, Memorial now feels that this god is a bit unreliable, and he even wants to step forward and grab him by the collar.

"That's true, but... your world is the main world, and the time in the main world cannot be changed."

The god looked at Memorial with a confused look on his face and continued to explain.

"To put it simply, in fact, there is no so-called past and future in your world. You can only exist in the reality that is constantly being pushed forward. You cannot retreat or run forward." The god told the memorial in an extremely simple and easy-to-understand way. Completed instructions.

"Then you can just put my body in the present time? I don't necessarily have to go back to the time when I just died!" Memorial said with some excitement.

"This... I'm afraid... is not possible. The space we are in now is used by me to protect you. If you want to return to your world, you will be rejected by the will of the world and cannot catch up with its time. Not to mention the passage of time, I have also wasted a lot of effort to save you. Time in your world is constantly flowing forward. I still have to carry the power of the passage of time to save your soul. If If you pass through the perimeter again, your soul will definitely not be able to withstand the power of the passage of time, and I will not be able to save you at that time."

Seeing the memorial, there was still a question mark on their face. The god could only sigh helplessly, waved one hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of them out of thin air.

What appears in the eyes of the memorial is an extremely fast river. On the upper reaches of the river are countless white paper boats linked together by red silk threads. The huge waves rolled up by the river again and again make the memorial even sweat. However, countless small paper boats appear extremely stable in the undulating river, with no tendency to sink, as if they are sliding on the river.

The god pointed to a small paper boat in the middle, and the small paper boat immediately lost its white appearance and turned into a deep black.

"This is you."

Memorial stared unblinkingly at the small black paper boat moving along the river. As the waves undulated, suddenly, the red line connecting the black boat suddenly broke, and the big waves rolled back. The lonely boat was about to be swept away by the waves. Swallowed, and then a big hand opened and picked up the black boat from the river. The team of boats did not stop, but got farther and farther away. Seeing them keep getting away, there was an indescribable feeling in the memory of the heart. emotion.

The god pointed to the procession of boats and said, "There is no way we can catch up with them."

The god once again raised the black boat in his hand and gently threw it into the rapid river. But this time, as if without the blessing of the red line, the black boat was instantly swallowed up by the rapid impact and disappeared.

"That red thread is the connection given to you by the main world. Now that the connection is broken, your team can't catch up, and I can't throw you into the river." After that, the god once again transformed into a black boat and held it in his hand. , and handed over the memorial.

Jiu Zhengzheng was lost in thought with dull eyes. He did not take the boat, but looked at the man in confusion and said, "Then what should I do now? Can I only become a lonely ghost?"

"Simple!" The god snapped his fingers and looked at him with a smile.

And continued to say to Memorial: "I can't affect the main world where you exist, but I can put you into any small plane in your main plane."

"Small plane?" Memorial looked at him in confusion again.

The god's face was already a little numb, but he just explained to him in very easy-to-understand words: "You humans have created so many novels, comics, and stories. You humans have not only created imagination, but also embodied it in reality. Transformation, this is every small plane. In short, it allows you to immerse yourself in TV series, comics, and novels. However, I can't interfere too much with the development of the story, so you want to go directly to the story that happens. , not possible, but you can survive in this small plane world, it does not exist in the main world, so I can control its time."

"In other words, I can enter the world of the novel, but I can't enter the mainstream story of the novel? You want to place me in another time period?" Memorial asked.

"Yes, that's right." The god nodded quickly and said.

The god of planes breathed out gently, and a smile finally broke out on his face. This kid finally understood!

After thinking for a moment, Memorial said: "Then if other worlds are dangerous..."

The god said with a serious face: "Don't worry, since the matter started because of me, I will naturally help you solve part of the trouble, but I can't give you much help. After all... you know the influence."

After a moment of silence, Memorial looked up at him and said slowly.

"I want to enter Douluo Continent."

"Huh? You made the decision very quickly!" The god looked surprised. He didn't expect to make the decision so quickly.

"Can I suggest compensation for me?" Memorial asked.

"Of course, this is your freedom, as long as it is within the allowed range."

"Can I choose my own martial spirit?"

"No."

"What the hell!" Miu Miu's eyes were as wide as copper bells. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat him, he would have slapped him to the wall and couldn't get the buckle off.

This guy is a god of planes. He can't do this or that!This is too profitable!

"I can hear it."

This god suddenly stared at him with big eyes and small eyes.

"I can't set up a martial spirit for you that doesn't exist, nor can I place you into the belly of any pregnant woman and give birth to you. Even the planes themselves have order, and everything will be affected. I can only guarantee that you will be born. Minimize your impact.”

"Then can I bring my mobile phone?!"

"Do not……"

The God of Planes was about to refuse, but looking at the ever-changing color of Memorial's soul, he forcefully held back what he was about to say.

He rubbed his temples humanely, and with a wave of one hand, two sofas and a table appeared in front of them.

"Well, let's negotiate first until we can reach an agreement."

Although Mian Ji couldn't feel the difference between sitting and standing now, he still sat down helplessly. After all, there was still a sense of ceremony.

——Time Separation Line——

"Then it's settled!" The Plane God shook hands with Memorial to indicate the success of the negotiation.

Their final compromise treaty was as follows.

1. You can bring your own mobile phone to commemorate, but the mobile phone does not have functions related to contact and understanding the main world. It only has some simple and practical setting functions, and an APP. The APP is the commemorative gift package and various promised items provided by the gods. The function of commemoration, but the gift pack is also temporarily available and will disappear after a certain period of time. In order to allow the commemoration to easily obtain martial arts and help him survive the early stage, the limited-time protection is only for three months, and the function includes a map. View His physical condition, encyclopedia, storage space and other special functions that can help commemorate him in this world, the god of the planes also agreed to put him in the most suitable place to choose the martial spirit.

2. The martial spirit is obtained or bound by the memorial itself. The martial soul is bound in the mobile APP of the memorial. As long as there are fragments of the substance or the DNA of the creature, the binding can be achieved.

As for the third article, he was a little helpless, thinking that since he had arrived in the new world, he should at least live out this life safely, and wanted the gods to protect his safety at the minimum level, but the gods denied it.

And when Jiu Jiu asked him if he could become a god in Douluo, the God of Planes hesitated and said:

"I can only help you so much. You are also someone who has read this novel. As gods, they all rely on their own strength to achieve the status of gods. If you want to become a god, you cannot accept too much help from me. In this way Well, I will set up a special emergency number on your mobile phone. If you call this number, I will save your life, but from now on you will have no chance to become a god. But if you only rely on the things I give you to become a god , I won’t stop it.”

Although Memorial was a little uneasy, he still nodded. He could feel that this was already a big compromise made by the god of planes.

The god looked at the memorial with his eyes peacefully, and sighed deeply: "Remember, I will put you into a world where you can make great achievements, but it will not affect the entire story too much. After that, except for emergencies, We won’t have any more contact with each other over the phone. Also, I keep your memory. This is my trust in you. You can’t mention my affairs to anyone.”

Seeing the memory and nodding again, the god made a stroke with one hand, and the white space rippled for a moment, and then spread out layer by layer like pages of a book, revealing the black space in the middle.

Memorial opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the God of Planes.

"Go on, this is your new life. Let the past things pass. Even though you know it's impossible, it's better not to think about it."

The god of planes reminded him.

The faces of the family members in my mind flashed away, and then they stepped through the door with determination.

I hope we have nothing to do with each other anymore...

The god of planes looked at the disappearing figure and murmured.