The only person on the field who did not close his eyes was Luo Li.

Her eyes were slightly condensed, and her eyes seemed to see a phantom in the fog through the layers of fog.

It was you... Luo Li looked at the fog in surprise.

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the depths of the fog.

An ancient and long-lasting voice came out. Girl, you recognize me, and a deep voice came out in the fog.

"Demon God!"

Luo Li spoke lightly.

There was a sudden tremor in the clouds and mist, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes sweeping towards Luo Li in the mist.

The girl has good eyesight and even I know her. The deep voice seemed to be full of magic and came into Luo Li's ears.

Has the Demon God succeeded in overcoming the tribulation? Luo Li spoke uncertainly.

The Nightmare Demon God snorted coldly and said lightly: "Who are you? How can you know the deity!"

The phantom in the clouds did not answer Luo Li's words, but asked a question.

Rarely... Luo Li bit her red lips lightly and spoke lightly.

That's not surprising...

Luo Li pursed her red lips, gritted her teeth, and said, "I want to save a few people!"

Save people, haha, a loud laugh came out.

Are you joking?

From ancient times to the present, I have entered my realm of Ten Thousand Demons, and few people survived. I will not save lives and heal the wounded, but will only kill people.

He can take you away from here, Luo Li pointed at Su Xun.

The layers of phantoms of the Demon God were not clearly visible. He thought for a moment, and then said, "You scare me!"

Qinglian, the Emperor of Humanity, and the Emperor Yu, did not break out of this world. You are still here to scare me, may you think I am a child?

Luo Li's beautiful eyes were filled with a strange light. Since you can know the future and survive, why not use your great powers to see what it is.

If what you said is true, I will naturally let this person go.

The black figure suddenly turned into mist.

Luo Li sighed slightly and said to himself: "Su Xun, you must hold on."

The fog merged into the minds and souls of the people bit by bit, and even the mind seemed to be filled with fog.

At this moment, they seemed to be trapped in an inexplicable dream.

"In the dream..."

Su Xun saw himself when he was a child, his mother, and the seven or eight years of drifting away.

He saw the young man who became a disciple in order to refine his weapons, the young man who climbed up the jade stairs, even if his hands were peeled off and his body and mind were exhausted.

He also saw the helpless boy who was bullied by others since childhood. When he was a teenager, he got lost and could not find the direction of his home. He wandered on the street for three days.

During this period, he was so hungry that he picked up a bun on the ground and was called a beggar by a group of children.

In order to be able to eat enough, he even ate the steamed buns that others had stepped on.

People are starving to death, dizzy and weak in their limbs, and can do anything for food and survival.

Those three days were his indelible mark.

Then the shadows turned one after another. It was when he was seven years old, and his mother sent him to study in the college.

Other children, at the age of seven, had already washed their marrow and meridians, and they had good food and drink.

Only he was found to be broken in his dantian and could not cleanse the marrow and practice.

At that time, he was still young and didn't understand why he couldn't practice because of the broken dantian.

But as he grew older, students in the same grade kept mocking him and calling him a waste, a waste that could not be cultivated. Only then did he realize that the broken dantian was a waste that could not be cultivated.

And those harsh sounds lasted in his mind for a full four years.

It was a day of bullying. This memory was always hidden deep in Su Xun. He was unwilling to face that memory.

No one spoke for him or helped him. During his youth, he spent a torment that ordinary people could not bear.

As a teenager, he often asked his mother where his father was. His mother always told him gently that his father had gone far away and he would come back to see us.

But as he grew older, as other children mocked him, saying that he was a bastard who was a life-long and no one raised, he felt a sense of hatred in his heart.

This hatred was exactly for his father.

He didn't understand that if other people's children were bullied, their father would always stand up and stand aside, like a mountain, sheltering his children from the wind and rain.

Only he, every time he longs for his father to stand up and help him, he finds that he has no father at all.

The repeated disappointments made him long to see his father, but also felt a sense of rejection and hatred for his father.

Until one day, he touched something, something that was enough to make him forget his worries.

"That's wine!"

Since then, he has liked to drink. Only after he gets drunk can he dream of his father in his dreams, and only after he gets drunk can he forget the rumors and rumors surrounding him.

Wine gradually became Su Xun's only dependence besides his mother.

That kind of pain, that memory, was something he didn't want to mention or recall.

At this time, his face was extremely distorted and his face was pale.

Even though he was unwilling to think about it or face it, the memory kept flashing in his mind like a dusty past.

The feeling was like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest.

His body was twitching, lying on the ground and twitching constantly. At this time, he was in great pain.

Luo Li was extremely worried when she saw Su Xun's appearance.

She had never seen Su Xun like this. The man in front of her always showed herself with a confident face.

Everything seemed to be confident in front of him.

But today, she saw Su Xun's weak side and seemed to feel the sad emotions.

Luo Li hugged Su Xun in her arms and gently stroked his head. Don't be afraid, everything is me, everything is me, she muttered in a low voice.

She hugged Su Xun tightly, and she didn't dare to relax her arms, because she was afraid that Su Xun would disappear as soon as she let go.

In the dream, Su Xun felt a warmth in his heart.

It was the mother. The mother gave him hope. The mother would always comfort him and always teach him patiently, which would make him feel confident deep in his heart.

The moment his mother passed away, Su Xun realized that he wanted to rely on him in his infancy, but found that he had already grown up and his mother had disappeared over the years.

His heart gradually became tired and weak at the same time. He could not keep it, and the pain became more and more common in his heart.

A large number of memories kept pouring into Su Xun's mind.

Until the moment he gradually died of old age, his figure gradually disappeared, dissipated between heaven and earth, and even his consciousness disappeared.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but he has always been traveling through the darkness, having been frustrated, wandering, helplessness, and anger…

The most terrifying thing in the darkness is the inner loneliness.

This spread of loneliness makes people feel powerless.

In the darkness, he didn't know how long he spent. As a large number of messy memories poured into his mind, he couldn't even tell who he was. It took a long time, and finally, he went crazy!

When he woke up, he found that the surroundings gradually became clear. Who am I?

He looked around with some confusion, at a loss.

A ray of sunlight shone on his face.

He quickly covered his eyes, and a trace of inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

It was sunshine. He hadn't seen the sunshine for a long time. The sunshine was a little dazzling, so he couldn't open his eyes for the time being.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him with some confusion, and he couldn't help but say, "Who am I!"

He breathed the air greedily, and the air here seemed to be completely different from that in the darkness.

He grabbed his forehead and kept hammering his head, thinking about who he was, but what was disappointing was that he couldn't remember who he was.

Perhaps, there were too many memories, too many mistakes and complicated. No matter what he thought, he found that he could not remember who he was.

When the memory changes, it is a memory of his escaping into Nirvana.

"Madman, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a boy called out to the sloppy man.

The madman subconsciously glanced at the boy.
To be continued...