Douluo: This time we will rewrite our destiny

Three rounds of golden light shot out from the staff, flooding Wang Dong's sight. In the dazzling halo, she felt the butterfly wings behind her vibrating slightly.

The owner of the Light Goddess Die's martial spirit signs a contract with the Light Goddess Die. It is completely a matter of blood and nature. Pure, clean light elements surrounded her, making her feel warm, as if she was lying on a cloud.

This is the light bred by the plane. It does not come from heaven and earth, but only from the human world. This power blended into the scales and veins of her wings, lighting up the fine lines, making her wings seem to become exquisite works of art.

And the "impurities" she noticed early on became more and more obvious under such washing. The more she blends with Xiaolan's power, the more incompatible the higher impurity is with the martial spirit itself.

"I helped you raise your soul power to level sixty." Xiao Lan's voice came from the other side, but Wang Dong felt it was very far away. She didn't say thank you because her attention was completely focused on sensing the "impurity" and she wanted to get it out.

She tried to control her mental power to reach down. Although there is Huo Yuhao who specializes in this area, she has not paid much attention to the cultivation of mental power. This has left her with no mental power stock brought by repeated improvements, but she is not good at controlling it.

She couldn't let Huo Yuhao do this. The memory of the last time Jing Hongchen directly exploded a top-level ninth-level spiritual soul guide was still vivid in his mind. The power was too terrifying, and asking Huo Yuhao to help was tantamount to harming him.

"I want to see..." She gritted her teeth, "What exactly is this existence...!"

As she spoke, she rushed to her shoulder blades with difficulty, and the mental power at the skin connecting the wings suddenly concentrated and poured directly into her martial spirit.

The scene in front of her suddenly changed.

The forest, the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast and the sea of ​​flowers all disappeared, replaced by a world that seemed to be truly above the clouds. Golden dust floated in the air, and a light and hazy mist wrapped around her feet. In the distance, the white courtyard spiers loomed, reminding her of what she saw when she looked at the Haotian Sect from a distance.

"This is..." she murmured, "that scene that I often see in my dreams?"

Wang Dong followed his memory and began to move to the location in his memory. Many details match up. This is the world in the dream, and the last location I was in was probably...

"Don't go there."

A childish voice sounded behind her. Wang Dong was so frightened that he suddenly turned around and found that the girl named Tang Xiaoqi was standing behind her again at some point, with still melancholy and broken eyes.

"You're still here." Wang Dong touched the back of his head in embarrassment, as if he was embarrassed for his overreaction. "What's going on with you? Can you still follow me in my dream?"

"Wrong." said the little girl, "You are the intruder."

"what?"

"You are in my dream now." When Tang Xiaoqi said this, her tone was still filled with the unique pride of a child, as if blocking Wang Dong's words made her very happy. Wang Dong noticed that her speaking condition was indeed much better than before, but her expression and those cracks were still there.

"To be precise, it's not a dream, it's a memory." Seeing Wang Dong thoughtfully, the little girl calmed her tone again, "You are in my memory. Your dream is not just a dream, but your memory is not clear. , that’s why you thought it was a dream you would forget when you wake up.”

"That means," Wang Dong touched his chin, "the impurities in my martial soul are actually yours? Memory?"

"Do I have the ability to put something into your martial spirit?" Tang Xiaoqi shook his head, then hesitated, and then said uncertainly: "...I guess it's him. It's just a guess."

"You don't know either?"

Tang Xiaoqi did not answer, but stretched out his hand to tug at the corner of Wang Dong's clothes. Her hands naturally passed through Wang Dong's clothes. She was still a phantom. It seemed that even if this was her memory, she had lost the ability to control it. She wasn't alive, but she didn't seem to be dead either.

"Hide here." Tang Xiaoqi reminded, "The scene in my memory is coming."

Wang Dong followed her guidance obediently and quickly shrank behind a huge white stone pillar. Wang Dong had never seen the material of this stone pillar. It was obviously a material that could only exist for this person. In the distance, a man with long blue hair held the hand of a lively little girl, and two people, one large and one small, were walking towards this side.

"Dad, what are you taking me to do?"

The little girl's bell-like voice made Wang Dong's heart tremble. Yes, she is Tang Xiaoqi. Her voice is exactly the same, but there are many differences... The voice coming now is so innocent and lively, as if it was taken out of a honey jar, and the tail note has a sweet taste like caramel.

And the voice of Tang Xiaoqi's phantom behind her sounded like biting off a piece of solid ice that had sunk to the bottom of the sea. It was salty, cold, and unreal.

"Dad, come and talk to you."

The man spoke. He pulled Tang Xiaoqi in his memory to the center of the open space in front of him, exactly where Wang Dong was standing just now. He squatted down, and his long sea-blue hair flowed to the ground like water. Even from a distance, Wang Dong could see that he had a divine aura, which was an innate temperament brought by his personality.

The God of Poseidon also serves as the God of Shura, Tang San. Compared to the first time he glimpsed the dream, Wang Dong could now determine the general identity of this person.

"What are you talking about?"

Tang San touched Tang Xiaoqi's head tenderly: "Xiaoqi, does daddy love you?"

The girl's big pink-blue eyes blinked, and she tilted her head: "You should love me."

Tang San did not comment on the modifier in front of this answer. He asked again: "Then do you like Dad?"

"Hmm...like it!"

This seems to be a common conversation in a happy family. Wang Dong has heard that parents in a family like to ask their children if they like their parents.

It's a pity that she doesn't know if it's true, because she has never met her parents. Huo Yuhao's family is like that. It is impossible for Chi Qiu and Yin Shuang to know. The Hongchen brother and sister's parents also passed away very early.

"Then, are you willing to do daddy a favor?" Tang San's voice was still gentle, and he gently put his hand on the girl's little head.

"Say it!" Tang Xiaoqi agreed readily.

"Dad, now he wants to do something in Douluo Continent. If Xiao Qi is willing to help, Dad will do it smoothly, but Xiao Qi may be in a little pain."

"Eh?" She blinked blankly, "Does it hurt a lot? Dad, Xiaoqi is afraid of pain. If it hurts too much, Xiaoqi will...!"

"Dad won't hurt you." Tang San's smile seemed to fade, "As long as you obey me, the pain will only be temporary, and soon you won't even remember it..."

As he spoke, the palm of the hand he pressed on Tang Xiaoqi's forehead suddenly burst out with sharp blue light. Tang Xiaoqi let out a scream that was so heartbreaking that Wang Dong shook violently. She seemed to feel the severe pain that had once come from the back of her head again.

"Dad, no, Xiao Qi hurts so much..."

Wang Dong suddenly withdrew his gaze, retreated behind the stone pillar, and covered his ears with force. She didn't dare to look or listen, for fear that she wouldn't be able to help shouting with the girl. She heard her heartbeat getting faster and faster, and felt her whole body shaking uncontrollably.