Be a psychic in a star card game

"That, that is..." Colonel Lin's pupils contracted on the periphery of the flames, and he saw a human being grow flames with one hand without using any technological means or even cards.

That's right...that's what grew out of it.

With the palm as the root and the flame heart as the vein, a small flame was born, but when the flame came out, not only the surrounding sea of ​​flames suddenly became eclipsed, but even the flame boy in the center had an extremely intense blackness. The flame was also drawn to engulf He Yan.

"Fuck!" At this moment, Colonel Lin finally understood what Jiang Wu meant by "watch first". What can we do if we don't watch this scene?Who can step into this flame and seek death?

But even though they knew they could do nothing in front of them, and they didn't even know what happened, but everyone present didn't move a step.

It's not that he didn't notice the danger, the sea of ​​fire must be dangerous, but... he didn't want to leave.

I want to know who is the person in the flames, I want to know who He Yan is, and I even want to know what changes will happen when the flames of He Yan absorb the flames of this sea of ​​fire.

Human beings are always full of curiosity and exploration of the unknown, which is the nature of the bones, not to mention a group of silver-white warriors, who are born fearless, go through life and death, and have stronger willpower than ordinary humans.

in a sea of ​​fire.

The fat boy woke up from the memories, the flames in his palms were clearly visible, that kind of unfamiliar yet familiar temperature wrapped his whole body in warm comfort.

Lie Yan (raging flames) is fatal to others, but to He Yan, it is warm and faint. It seems that every cell in his fat body has been replenished with strength, but because there seems to be a lack of some foundation , There is a feeling of being hollow and strong outside.

A piece of wings stretched out from the back of the fat boy, light and elegant, the color is unknown, it is about red, but it appears black in the red flames, which is the same as the black shadow of the boy with double ball heads in the flames.

To be honest, this scene must be ridiculous in the theater. I feel that the special effects are too fake. How can such slender and thin wings support the fat boy?It's ridiculous to be nondescript.

But in reality, the silver-white warriors watching did not find it ridiculous at all. On the contrary, they were inexplicably shocked and marveled at the magic of nature.

As thin as a cicada's wings, isn't it a kind of ingenuity?

Only the good fortune of nature can form such gorgeous and noble wings, rather than the overwhelming giant wings of a demon king in the special effects of movies. Only by experiencing it yourself can you know which one is shocking!

"What's wrong with me?" He Yan's spiritual sense was closed in the flames, and he could no longer hear the surrounding voices. He could only hear the flames in his hands, which kept pace with the beating of his heart, growing rapidly.

In silence, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, and even touched a touch of damp water vapor.

Cried?

Not being blinded by Jiang Wu's symbol, the kind of tears of the self-protection mechanism, but... crying?

He Yan was stunned, and the boy with double ball heads in the flames on the opposite side also raised his head amidst the crackling of the flames, as if he had sensed it, He Yan glanced over, and found that the boy's face could already be seen clearly...

It was the "Nezha" he saw before he fell into memory. The other party was still the boy when his father sacrificed to the Dragon King. At this moment, he looked at him through a flame. In his flawless eyes, the right eye Dry and wide open, but a tear flowed from his left eye.

Tears rolled down and became pearls.

colorful.

In such a sea of ​​fire, ordinary tears have been dried before they are formed, so there is no source of water.

Only when the heart is so painful, the tears that really have the strength of the heart suddenly shattered, carrying all the emotions of the original owner, can survive in the sea of ​​flames.

He is in pain, and this pain is not physical, but the pain of what he does not desire, and when he finds out that what he expects, what he has, and what he has taken for granted is false.

"You too... aren't expected?" The chapped lips of the boy with the ball head moved a little, his jerky voice was as hoarse as a stone was being ground.

"The arrival of the unexpected, survival, hard work, disappointment, until death." Nezha paused.

He had already raised his head, struggling to get up, but the dragon-shaped wooden staff was firmly pressing him down. Every time he got up, the wooden staff would press him once, making him kneel down instantly.

He Yan stood where he was, but didn't reach out his hand, nor did he go to help him.

Nezha didn't seem to care. After an unknown period of time, his movements became slower and slower. Gradually, his whole body was retracted under the wooden stick, as if he was about to return to the original state - the state of being muddled and sleepy.

"Are you going to give up?" At this moment, He Yan said suddenly.

Nezha was startled, "A day like this is meaningless."

"Your father doesn't like it, it can only mean that this person doesn't like you, it can't represent the whole world." He Yan said: "There are very few people who don't like their own children. Come out and have a look."

Nezha laughed "hehe", lowered his head, closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Is that so... that's great. But I can't get out."

"The person you saved thanked you, but the Dragon King flooded the city and he hated you and made you feel frustrated. Then next time, save someone else." He Yan walked over and squatted in front of Nezha, "God gives you great strength, not to make people fear you or hostile to you, but to favor you."

"It's like God gave me flames, not to let humans see me as a monster. I must have my mission." In the same sea of ​​flames, He Yan can see Nezha's memories, and Nezha can also see He Yan. For the banquet, the two of them seemed to have developed "empathy" in this sea of ​​flames.

Really unfamiliar vocabulary, this is an impossible situation for a psychic.

Because in most cases, the psychic belongs to the side of the suppression because of the many means, and the spirit belongs to the suppressed, and can only be collected passively or for the retrieval of memories, but now...he is with the spirit in the sea of ​​flames, There was empathy.

One is that this spirit is indeed powerful and extraordinary, and the other is that the experiences of the two, although they are not in the same era, have different experiences, but they are unexpectedly similar, a natural demon... why isn't he considered a natural demon?

It's just that the Taoist priest has been around since he was a child, helping him cover everything up.

But maybe it was also because of the existence of the Taoist priest that he hated the great power and flames in his body. He hated himself, hated all the special things, and desperately wanted to become an ordinary person.

But it wasn't until later, in the interstellar era, that he saw the crisis of the ancient star, that he realized how useful everything God gave him should be. Rely on survival.

To go back to the past, he had to start all over again.

"Strength does not mean destruction. Human beings are born with no distinction between good and evil. Only after acquiring the truth can we know good and evil, what we want to do, and what we don't want to do. Therefore,"

He Yan paused, and said in a low voice: "No one can be a stumbling block, whether you like it or not, it can't change your existence. When you are sure that you are right, it can trap you. Only you."

"My life..." With trembling hands, Nezha penetrated deeply into the scorched ground, "It's up to me whether it's a human or a demon."

The veins in his arms popped up, he raised his head and shouted, pulled out his ten fingers that had been deeply inserted into the ground, and brought up a large area of ​​land in the sea of ​​flames: "I am the one who decides!"

On the coast, on the beach.

Jiang Wu held the terracotta figurine tightly with his fingers, and suddenly turned around in surprise, looking at the originally calm sea.

The terracotta figurine in his hand had its eyes closed at first, and it was lifeless, but at a certain moment, its fingers trembled slightly, as if it had sensed something, and its ears turned into the distance.

And a little farther outside Zhuwang Village, Chen Cici was lying on the binoculars, constantly adjusting the lens, trying to see exactly what progress had been made on the coast outside the village.

At this moment, the bracket of its telescope clicked, as if a fulcrum was broken by something inside.

Chen Cici quickly grabbed the camera and switched it to automatic tracking mode. The little dot slowly floated up, and a scene of seawater gushing suddenly appeared on the screen opened below.

It was boiling like the tide splitting into two banks, as if boiling from the inside, rushing to the sky, and a figure gathered at the top.

It was a young boy with a double ball head tied with a red ribbon on the top of his head. He was wearing a lotus coat, and a spear was wrapped with a ribbon behind him. Two thin wheels were riding on his feet, and raging flames were still rising from the wheels.

All of this can't match the evil spirit in his eyes, like a god and demon, majestic and majestic, different from any legendary figure in this era, it is simply another extreme.

"Nezha was raised by nature."

"In the future, we will only fight for this world!"

The card [Nezha] at this moment...for the first time, He Yan empathized with it, and it came into being!