"How is the injury, is it okay?" At this moment, the skull floated back unsteadily.
"It's okay, but I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult to break through your calamity." Gu Fenghua said dejectedly.
"Actually, I made it hard for you. Given your age and how much experience you have, how can you really forget the human feelings in the world?" Emperor Xuming said in a deep tone, and the "gaze" of the black hole was even deeper.
"Then what should we do?" Gu Fenghua felt worried.
I thought that after cultivating to the peak of the ninth grade of Huasheng, the Yaomu tripod and the Jiutian Shishi gourd were also successfully promoted to Dao weapons, and there were thousands of Dao Yingdans for self-defense. Could it be that she really can only be like the Emperor Xuming, trapped in this empty and silent calamity, waiting to die.
Well, she is waiting to die, others can't die even if they want to.
"Forget it, go ahead and get a good understanding. And remember, watch what you should see, and ignore what you shouldn't." Emperor Xuming said with a sigh.
"What?" Gu Fenghua asked inexplicably.
Emperor Xuming didn't answer, but there was a sudden crystal light in his eye hole.
Gu Fenghua's eyes darkened, and his mind instantly fell into boundless darkness.
What the hell is he doing? Gu Fenghua was shocked, and was about to ask, when his eyes suddenly lit up again, and a turbid torrent appeared in front of him.
The sky was overcast with lightning and thunder, and the pouring rain poured down on the ground, gathering into a torrent.
In the distance, an ancient village has been submerged by floods. A boy who is only five or six years old hugs a dead tree tightly and drifts with the waves in the flood peak.
His face was pale, his lips were blue from the cold, his vision was blurred by tears or rain, and his eyes were numb.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the turbid flood rushed along the winding stream, swallowing everything in front of it. Even the rocks as high as half a person were rolling endlessly under the impact of the flood, colliding with each other and making muffled noises.
The dead tree was also ups and downs in the huge waves, bumping into rocks from time to time, making crackling noises. That young figure was always hugging the dead tree tightly, looming in the waves.
His forehead was pierced at some point, and glaring blood gushed out. Soon, the blood was washed by the rain and flood and turned into thin blood streaks, which melted into the water, revealing a deep bone wound.
Gu Fenghua's heart twitched violently, and he actually felt the piercing pain, and at the same time felt the desolation and helplessness in his heart.
It was only then that she realized that her mind had merged with the little boy's mind, and she could clearly perceive everything about him.
Could it be that this is the mind of Emperor Xuming, who has entered his previous memory by himself?
The thin arms hugged the dead tree tightly, and with the ups and downs of the flood peak, every time it hit, there would be a tearing pain in the chest. Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, and Gu Fenghua's consciousness also became blurred.
But there is a voice that keeps ringing in my ears: "Hold tight, never let go. Promise mother, if you live, you must live!"
Afterwards, an ordinary and fuzzy face appeared in front of his eyes, with tears in his eyes, full of sadness and love, and the rough palm stroking his cheek was so warm.
"Mother, I listen to you, if I live, I will definitely live." The body gradually became cold, but a stream of heat rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and a voice also shouted in his heart.
His hands seemed to regain a bit of strength, and his thin arms hugged the dead tree tightly, and he did not let go until his consciousness fell into darkness.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and another picture appeared in front of his eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com