The devil attacks me every day

It's a vast, black ocean.As soon as his mind entered the sea, the sea surface oscillated and then aroused huge waves that kept crashing into his mind, as if he wanted to

Shake him out of the spiritual sea.

But Zhuang Nanhai's dictionary cannot contain the word "rejection".

Since he didn't want him to explore, then he insisted on exploring.

Zhuang Nanhai sank into the sea without hesitation, and the wet and sticky black liquid was everywhere.They wrap him tightly inside, dive deeper and deeper,

The stronger the resistance, it seems to be resisting his insistence.

A gleam of light flickered across the filthy bottom.The light is very weak, but how can it not be dazzling in such a dark and cold place?what is that?yes

Is it a secret that Linghai won't let him touch?

Zhuang Nanhai swam towards the twilight, but unexpectedly the waves were turbulent and churning. He was washed away by the black current and kept away from the twilight, and the black mud swept him away.

shrouded, covering his eyes.

When he breaks free from this stream of water, where can he find that glimmer of light just now?

"Just...disappeared like this?"

The dive became more and more difficult, and Zhuang Nanhai couldn't tell his direction in the vast spiritual sea.The mind is not as good as the body, and Linghai's resistance makes it difficult for him to move forward.

But he didn't want to give up.

His memory, only he himself has the right to choose to forget or remember.

From nowhere, a silk thread grows, and it almost disappears without a trace when the wind blows.Thin, soft, with a faint shimmer, like

Zhuang Nanhai saw the same thing before.

It quietly wrapped around Zhuang Nanhai's feet, as if to take him to another world.

Zhuang Nanhai dived with it, and even the tumbling spirit sea couldn't stop him.Diving deeper and deeper, getting darker and darker, after breaking through this layer of extremely dark world

Zhuang Nanhai discovered a foggy and desolate world.

There are still countless broken threads lying at the entrance of that world, as if it was originally connected to another world.But now the other end of the thread is empty

swinging.

Just like his heart that was empty for no reason.

With Linghai churning and muddy all over, Zhuang Nanhai barefooted, one step, two steps...

The cloud layer was very low, the surroundings were cold and dark, and the broken silk thread was shining brightly.

The light was so pure that he was reluctant to touch it with hands full of filth.He wiped his booty hands on his clothes and gently held up a silk thread

.

At this moment, like turning back time, the torn-out picture resurfaced in Zhuang Nanhai's mind.

It was the face of a young man, his navy blue clothes were stained with blood, his eyes hid a cold light, standing in front of him, he said: "Zhuang Beichuan, do you want to come back again?"

Just one word, I will never let you go. "

Picking up another piece of thread, the embarrassed young man rolled over from the beam, his eyes cast a vague glance at his naked chest, and he was struck by it.

After realizing it, he retracted his gaze nervously, and the tips of his ears were red.

……

Reunited from the shattered.

Rekindle the spark from the ashes.

A young man dressed in moon-white clothes stepped out of the raging fire, holding a silver-white sword in his hand, full of joy: "With your

Give me the sword, I'll be fine! "

The memory returned to its place, and the soul was stirred.

Those subconscious and trivial memories reappeared in his world, collapsed and reorganized, those that belonged to him and did not belong to him

All his memories condensed into a brand new memory, tough and unreserved.

Meng Qi'an.

So you were hidden here.

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"Wow, such a big spirit, what kind of monster... and the three thousand red flame runes?!" He Yu snatched the spirit sword from Meng Qi'an's hand,

Swallowing greedily, full of envy, "Zhao Qian, how much is this spirit sword of yours worth!"

Thinking of this, Heyu's expression froze, and she glanced at Meng Qi'an: "No, you're not so poor that you want to blackmail us with a hundred spirit stones, why don't you

Could it be possible to afford such an expensive spirit sword?explain!Where did this sword come from! "

Why didn't Meng Qi'an wonder where this sword came from?Since it belongs to him, why doesn't he remember the origin of this sword?and this one

It seemed ordinary, but it was actually a robe made of mouse fur. Why would he be afraid of monsters when he wore this robe?

Wait, monster.

"Heyu, do you know why Xueji was in such a mess?" Meng Qi'an looked at Heyu suddenly, his brain twitching.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something very important.But he couldn't remember it.

The little girl hid in the grotto for a day, how could she know this, she shook her head: "How could I know."

The Chiyang Sword was tossed and played in her hands for a long time, she finally enjoyed it enough, and returned the sword reluctantly: "Tsk...it's a pity

I'm not of the fire element, and this sword is not very useful in my hands... But Zhao Qian, you are too spoiling a good thing, you must put it on such a beautiful hilt.

How awkward it is to carve such an ugly skull! ... Tsk tsk, your men's aesthetics are so confusing. "

Skull?

Meng Qi'an's figure froze.

He took the Chiyang Sword, and on the hilt of the fiery red Fire Dragon Essence, there was indeed a huge black skull engraved on it.Very bad,

Very awkward, very ugly.

"..." How could he leave such an inexplicable inscription on the sword?

"But I seem to have seen this skull somewhere recently..." Heyu's slender fingers tapped her chin, as if

Recalling: "Hey, it's ugly anyway."

Meng Qi'an put his sword back into its sheath and asked, "Have you seen it? Where?"

Crane jade's fingers stopped.

She frowned and carefully recalled all the memories of the past few days, and said a little uncertainly: "It was the night outside Chishui

? ...By the way, didn't you just ask me what the name of the man in black is?The skull on the man's boots is exactly the same

, also painted gold!The taste is really unflattering! "

"The man in black?" Meng Qi'an was puzzled and asked, "When did I ask you about the man in black? Outside Chishui? What does that have to do with the man in black?"

He Yu was immediately dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at Meng Qi'an for a while, then nodded her head with her fingers, and looked at Meng Qi'an faltering: "Zhao, Zhao Qian...you have a brain

Sickness... No, is your memory so bad?Just now you were still crying and asked me the name of the man in black! "

cry?Why is he crying?The tears are still there, but he can't remember the reason for crying.

Meng Qi'an pulled out the Chiyang sword and stared at the depiction of the skeleton on the hilt. Looking at it, the depiction penetrated into his mind as if it had come alive, and he was shocked.

A series of shimmering silk threads were formed.

As if he had been struck by lightning, he trembled and threw himself on the ground where he wrote a word just now, and with his fingers forcefully added "Zhuang" after the word "Zhuang".

I said two words.

"Zhao Qian, what did you write?"

He Yu put his head together and came over: "Zhuang Nanhai? The inborn supreme of Wan Tingzong who disappeared for a hundred years...Why did you write his name?"

The broken silk thread became more tenacious and clear due to re-condensation. Standing at the other end of the thread, the figure that slowly emerged was the part of Meng Qi'an whose heart had been gouged out.

Large voids.

He is writing his Hepu Returning the Pearl.

He is his lost and found.

The author has something to say:

I don't know if the sweetness in my heart is the sweetness you want hhh, the sublimation of feelings (friendship deterioration) chapter, for me it is sweetness hahaha

what.