"This is where?"

In the depths of a group of mountains, above the stone platform on the side of the mountain, the Zongshou is looking around, and the thoughts are all wrong.

Then the next moment, his gaze was attracted by a figure in front of him, looking at the distant sunset.

A cloth is clean and plain. Obviously not a very wide back, the momentum is extremely wide, the breath is more unpredictable.

However, I don’t know why. When Zong Shouwang used to pass, he always felt the figure of this person, and some were sad and sad.

"Be careful, don't you want to be your mother?"

"Of course I think! But you can't say that the father is not in the cloud world, can't you come back?"

"It is not in the cloud, but it is not coming back!"

The figure smiled bitterly, but did not turn around: "It used to be when your mother was dead, but I always remembered her recently. Or it’s really hard to bring her back. My family’s guardian can’t always Mother-in-law."

"Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is the mother, and the guardian wants to go to see her now."

Zong Shou is more and more inexplicable, obviously does not want to talk, but this voice, but can not help but say it. And it is extremely immature, as if it were a six-year-old child accent. Especially when the mother-in-law said the word, there was a bit of eager anticipation in the chest.

Frowning and meditation for a moment, finally finally realized. This should be a fragment of the memory of Zong Shou in the thirteenth year.

In front of the figure, then laughing and looking back, handsome face, full of heroic, eyes are very fierce.

"I want to see your mother with me, but I can't be bad. In 20 years, it only takes 20 years. Let's go and see, what is the Lujia, which is known as the world of eight hundred thousand worlds? Strong tyrant -"

Zong Shou’s eyes narrowed slightly. This figure is not the **** sacred demon, the nine-tailed fox that he is familiar with.

In the future, I have to think carefully, and the pictures in front of me are all broken. Zong Shou’s consciousness, along the long river of memory. After a short time, I went to a memory picture again.

This time it was replaced by a wide school yard, with many stone locks placed next to it, and a large number of swords and swords.

His chest and abdomen is a sharp gasp. The body also seems to be suffering from intense exercise and is extremely tired.

Within the chest, but with a sigh of relief, endless unwillingness, full of heart. Hate the world so unfairly, hate your body, so useless.

It is still the middle-aged man, but at this time, the eyes are full of anger, but it is all the heartache.

"Well, keep your child, your veins are not open, because you have a double body of the shemale. It is not your fault to practice it. It is useless to torture yourself. It is impossible to take the path of martial arts, not to practice the soul. After a few days, my father will send you to Linhai College -"

The memory is broken again. When Zong Shou’s eyes are again, the scenes are gradually flattened out by countless pictures, but in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou walked in the middle, only listening to both sides, countless shredded voices, passed into the ears.

"This person, is it the waste of Class B? After three years, still can't open up the soul sea?"

"It is him, it is said that this person is still the son of the Tianshan Mountains, the future demon king -"

"Cut! The demon family has always been respected by the strong. How can those who do Tianshan take him? Are you already dead?"

"It’s ridiculous, since there is no talent, you should leave yourself! White is occupying a quota, a spiritual place!"

Different from before, this time is in the chest. The unwillingness to become more intense, the meaning of resentment, is even more exciting. In addition to these, there is even more despair, full of heart.

Then there was more than the memory of the 13 years of Zong Shou, and even the injustices and sufferings that he had encountered in his previous lives were turned out one by one.

When I was young, I lost my father’s sorrow. In addition to working, the hard-working students are admitted to the highest school in the cloud industry with the unremitting hard work of the day. However, he was robbed of the quota by power, and even his studies could not be completed. The mother died and was alone.

After hard work, in the mall, gradually revealed talent, but was jealous and crowded out. Can only fall to the ground and work in the library.

Zong Shou looked at him with a smile, as if he had nothing to do with him. Then waved his hand and the illusion in front of him was exhausted.

Open your eyes again, just listen to that Xiao sound is still going on, still whirl. Zhao Zhaoran himself seems to be completely immersed in the mind, and his mind is focused.

Zong Shou was dumbfounded, lazily leaning back to the back, it was extremely comfortable, lying under the rut.

Then, at the time when Xiao Xiao once again changed the rhythm, the pine-sworded sword in his hand, accompanied by the scabbard, gently tapped beside him.

The sound is not big, but the sound of this golden wood slamming, but let the Xiaoyin, suddenly a stagnation.

The artistic conception of ambiguity also disappeared invisibly.

Zhao Xiaoran couldn’t help but look at it with a strange look. I saw that Zong Shou actually remained awake and smiled. Instinct is a burst of horror.

Wrinkled, Zhao Yuran is about to change the tone, a wave of spiritual power, to the direction of the cloud car. But I saw Zong Shou, and it was a knock with a sword. This time, it was extremely abrupt and just right, and her voice was suddenly confused. Some of the only remaining meanings are gone.

Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in the memories, also gradually recovered from this time. Looking at the situation in front of me, I was puzzled for a while. However, only for a moment, they are cold and sweaty.

Zhao Yuran’s nephew is also a micro-ice front. It can be said that it is a coincidence that it can be repeated twice, but it cannot be explained by accident.

This person in front of him is actually a method to crack his own Huangquan Nether Song.

It’s too late to think about how to deal with it. The third tapping is already ringing again.

This third time, not only makes her only feel that her voice is confusing, even her own internal interest ~lightnovelpub.net~ seems to be somewhat unstable. There is even more gas, blocked in the chest, and venting.

Zhao Yanran's eyes flashed and paused for a while, but he still blows out the notes behind him.

Then I saw the opposite Zongshou, the lips and the evil spirits were incomparably picked, and the fourth time, hit the wooden board with a sword.

Make her voice, not only difficult to continue. The blood halo on the outer chest of the left chest, at this moment, expanded a full circle.

The face of the peach-faced face, as if it was pale at the moment.

Only when the ice in the scorpion retreats, there is still no anger, but the enthusiasm is even more blazing.

The teenager who is still younger than her age can actually surprise her!

"Zong Shou, you are only 13 years old? Have you ever studied the temperament before? My first Huangquan Nether Song, even my sisters, have always been helpless. I can break free from my own songs. It’s already extraordinary. I can break my song again, it’s not even a vulgar warrior. I can do it. If you are like a jade, call me now, how can I give up? How can you, if you promise? In addition to the lotus seeds of the fireworks, the people can also send you three refining tires. If you don’t agree, I can’t help it any more—"

Zong Shou secretly sighed, and some bitterly licked his own eyebrows. This crazy woman seems to be really staring at herself.

I was racking my brains and thinking about how to find a way to send this woman. But suddenly I felt a huge shadow, shrouded.

When I looked up again, I saw the cloud, and it was a dragon shadow. It was at an altitude of three hundred feet.

Zong Shou could not help but grow a sigh of relief and waited for ten days. This one is finally here.