[Douluo] Wuhun is an Onmyoji

——He discovered something strange when he was in the God Realm.

At that time, the boy was still a lawless brat in the God Realm. He was the product of Poseidon and his beloved. As a proud and wanton young master in the God Realm, he was born to be the favored son of heaven.

Supreme appearance, noble status, outstanding talent. He is nourished and enlarged by love. In other words, he is qualified to stand out and be arrogant.

His father loves his children, is conscientious and considerate, and his mother is considerate, optimistic and cheerful. To Tang Wutong, they were the best parents in the world - they provided enough care and tenderness.

He had delusionally thought that he would always be so happy.

if……

It would be nice if he didn't encounter those "strange things".

The young Butterfly God stood there stupidly, with something different in the eyes of outsiders clearly reflected in his pupils.

The thin red threads that I was horrified to think about broke out of the ground and spread silently upwards from the feet. Suddenly, the world turned into the color of blood in his eyes: clouds, sky, gardens, houses, etc. were all entangled with this strange red thread.

"Xiao Qi, why are you standing still at the door?"

The mother smiled tenderly, but her facial features were all blurred, and the woman's red lips were occupied by silk threads woven into a web.

He immediately opened his eyes with panic: "Mom, you..."

-You look strange.

But as soon as the conversation changed, the words that were about to come out were stopped abruptly. Looking down, the red threads all over the place were crawling up his ankles like poisonous snakes, and the cold touch sent shivers down his spine.

It was as if an external force, a control he had never felt before, forced him to stop speaking. He felt like an innocent person under communist rule, forced to abide by the words and deeds prescribed by the dictators.

When hundreds or thousands of silk threads gradually merged to form a huge vine, it slowly reached in front of his eyes.

The boy held his breath, unable to look away from his pink-blue pupils.

"Shh-"

A strange voice suddenly burst out in his mind, and he saw those red lines gathering crazily in front of him, and the black and red figures showed a terrifying smile in front of him.

"found it--"

It said this as if announcing the beginning of tragedy.

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"......Wang Dong? Wang Dong!!"

The young boy's voice blasted in his ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and the focus in his irises gradually returned.

This is an unfamiliar face, a handsome boy's eyebrows, and there is confusion on his face: "What's going on? I've called you for a long time and you didn't reply."

--Who are you?

He wanted to say this, but what came out of his mouth was something else.

"Huo Yuhao!" His facial features moved strangely on his own, and a sentence burst out from his throat as if he was aware of it: "My ears have been deafened by you!"

what am i doing?

Why am I here?

A rebellious anger arose in his heart, and he struggled to shake him off, angrily yelling: "It's not Wang Dong, my name is Tang Wutong!"

As soon as the words fell, the world suddenly became quiet, and everything stopped their operations.

Only the terrified boy and the dense red lines were left.

——The reincarnation begins.

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"This is Douluo Continent."

"And you are the heroine of this world."

He fell on the overgrown soil, his body curled up into a ball, and rolled involuntarily against the ground. His clothes were stained with soil, and he made a painful squeaking sound from his mouth.

Streams of blood foam overflowed from his mouth, flowing down the river and staining the clothes on his chest. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the smell of death enveloped the scene.

He lay paralyzed on the ground, and when he heard these words, wild laughter burst out of his chest.

"Heroine?" There was a look of ridicule in his eyes, "I am a male. If you have bad eyesight, you can donate it to others to benefit the people."

Regardless of the hero or heroine, get out of the way for him.

You can only decide your own destiny.

"...Hmph." It chuckled faintly.

Suddenly there was a "rustling" sound in the jungle. He turned his eyes and saw the fierce eyes of a hungry wolf looking directly at the branches and leaves rubbing against each other.

The alarm bell rang wildly, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The premonition of danger was like a pair of hands clamping down on his throat that wanted to cry out for help.

He started his 9th reincarnation by cannibalizing himself to death.

But that was the first time he tasted the powerlessness of death.

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"—Patter."

Hot tears were freely falling in her pupils, and Le Yan's tears frightened the two of them.

She immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced her eyebrows to furrow as if nothing had happened. However, her crying revealed what had just happened: "I, I, I'm fine, don't look at it!"

The young man laughed dumbly: "I didn't even cry, why did you cry first?"

"Nonsense, I didn't cry!" she retorted hoarsely, but she didn't expect that her opening made more tears accumulate, and tears streaked down the corners of her eyes: "Turn around, turn around!"

Wang Dong: “…………”

In order to protect the girl's poor self-esteem, he just handed a packet of paper on the table and immediately turned 180° behind him.

Leyan didn't intend to cry in such embarrassment. She couldn't bear the pain of falling down the stairs.

When she thought of the other person experiencing death at such a young age, and the death of cannibalism... Her tear ducts instantly became uncontrollable, her nose became clogged, and tears fell down.

Death is something unimaginable, not to mention being surrounded by only normal people. This feeling of powerlessness and despair is like falling into the deep sea, sinking continuously and letting the high pressure tear the body apart.

Wang Dong can be said to be her favorite character in Dou Er. When I read the comics, I was amazed by this high-spirited young man. It can be said that it was because of him that Le Yan had the motivation to continue pursuing comics - even if she knew that the later writing was terrible.

He is the person I hold dearest to my heart, that bullshit consciousness... it...

How dare it? ? ! !

She gritted her teeth, her eyes ignited with anger, and she wanted to tear the thing to pieces on the spot.

[——The time has not come yet. 】

The system cheated again and quietly dropped a sentence. Leyan is confused, the time has not come yet, how long should we wait? !

No, it should be said that the system knows about this. She suddenly calmed down, so does it want to guide me to defeat consciousness?

It's really annoying, she smacked her lips. This passive position of not being able to defeat thousands of armies by force really made her unhappy. She had a complete illustration of Onmyoji but had nowhere to start.

Remember that bullshit consciousness for her, and then let it experience the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts!

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"Did you do it on purpose? You only told the beginning and the first death on purpose, just to seduce your little girlfriend into having a grudge against me?"

Wouldn't that be great?

"Why didn't you say that on the 11th time you carried out a counter-attack? On the 27th time you killed your classmate and teacher?"

"You are twisted and degenerated in reincarnation. You don't care about other people's emotions. You just do everything to achieve your own selfish desires."

"Hypocritical, selfish, cold-blooded."

He chuckled, a deep whirlpool forming in his pink-blue eyes.

It was you who made me become this kind of person, turning me into a twisted madman in a cycle.

Even death doesn't matter, what else can I lose?

"——Dong'er."

The girl took his hand, took a breath, and made up her mind: "I know, this guy only pesters you, it must be because you don't follow his script."

Her dark eyes were raised, and her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight: "Then we will tear up its script and make it angry to death!"

Maybe it was because of her height, but in Wang Dong's eyes, she looked like a cat with its teeth and claws spread out.

"........."

"Dong'er?"

"puff--"

Perhaps, fate finally did its thing.