Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Chapter 112

"Twelve is so sweet," the headmaster licked the corner of his kissed mouth and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. Shui Wufeng looked at the daoist who had made his beautiful eyes smile crookedly and became more like a cat, and stroked his lips. The little guy's messy hair just now... My little guy is getting better soon, isn't he?

Feng Yangye yawned after eating and drinking, and scratched his Adam's apple lightly with a big hand.

The leader shrank his neck and clamped someone's unretractable fingertips, his half-closed eyes were foggy: "Twelve..."

Shui Wufeng felt the real and delicate touch of Taoist couple's skin, put aside other thoughts, and focused on Feng Yangye, "Are you sleepy again?"

"I don't want to sleep... I want to stay with you for a while... I remember that Twelve was so far away from me in my dream, I couldn't hug you..." The headmaster who woke up for a while became sickly and sleepy again, Shui Wufeng detected the flickering red light in the dantian of his Taoist companion, but he couldn't do anything to stop it...

Feng Yangye fell asleep again, Shui Wufeng's will was restless for no reason, some voice urged him to maintain Zhujuli's reverse flow of time...

The monster looked at the Taoist couple in his arms for a long time, then slowly raised his head and looked at the bronze mirror with deep eyes, emitting spiritual power... Time was reversed, and a lot of spiritual power was taken away, Shui Wufeng started to have a headache again, The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the limbs became difficult to move. The severe headache disturbed the mind, and the body and mind seemed to have suddenly fallen into a quagmire.

He struggled to open his eyes, and saw the dark secret room... The strong smell of blood lingered under his nostrils, making people sick...

Shui Wufeng raised his hand with difficulty, pressed his head, and found something wrong... his arms... so empty...

He lowered his head, and there was no such person in his blurred vision...

Yono... Where is Yono?His mind was shaken, and his mind became more blurred, causing endless confusion... Who am I?What am I doing?

Spirit Lord... Heavenly Dao... and... Yang Ye...

"Wait for me..." The body couldn't help but spit out a sentence, the Buddha's aura and devil energy in Shui Wufeng's eyes twisted together, and his thoughts quickly changed from confusion to untamable fortitude...

The little guy is still in the Profound Realm... Only by ousting the will of the world can he be brought back to his side...

Heart ached for no reason, Shui Wufeng closed his eyes and continued to seep out his spiritual consciousness... My dear, wait a little longer... I'll break this world and give it to you...

At this time, the four states and the eight seas are covered by billowing clouds and mist, and the countless voids that are connected to each other are in turmoil and are about to be crushed by the invasion of clouds and mist. Killing countless creatures, the scene after scene is like a catastrophe in the world, no one can escape...

Shui Wufeng's spiritual consciousness extended into four states and eight seas. Looking at the panic of the world, he lowered his head in silence, his body was crushed by the huge pressure, his body was red and blue, his veins bulged, and he was forced out of the world and turned into a thick fog. Affected by the hurricane, they refused to back down even a single step.

Another heavy pressure was placed on the back... He vomited a mouthful of black blood, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth... The more intense the will of the world resists, the more afraid it is... If you are afraid, you will definitely die...

The sneer was spreading, and the chill was engulfing the surroundings, and his heart ached again, like a blunt knife pierced into his flesh and blood, and a voice murmured faintly in the depths of his mind...

Duotian's fortitude is still there, he can't distinguish his emotions, the voice is agitated, and soon becomes louder and louder, and gradually changes from a whisper...to a roar... Little by little, Shui Wufeng changed from Duotian's Stirred out of madness...

"Ah..." It was the incomparably mournful roar before... Shui Wufeng had a severe headache, as if his soul was about to split open, his spiritual power rolled out and sank into the profound realm...

Words were mixed in that scream, with helplessness and despair...

"Stop...don't touch him..."

"He's hurting...don't make him scared...stop..."

"What do you want this world for? Enough! Stop it! Stop!"

The scene was plunged into darkness, and the pain fell from the head, into the internal organs... Pulling him into the scene he had seen before the bamboo house...

"Wufeng...you found me...I'm so scared...I want to hug you..."

His little guy was sitting in front of the bamboo house waiting for him, pale like a piece of paper that had been crumpled and spread out, carefully revealing a bit of fear of being blamed.

The complete past was recalled, a big hole was pierced in his heart, the wind blew in, and there was a sound of sobbing... Shui Wufeng stood on the edge of the cliff watching that scene, suddenly laughed, blood and tears rolled down, soul Shock...

I... killed you with my own hands...

There is no chosen spirit, no way of heaven, no other people... You are the will born of this world...

Why... didn't I think of it?

Controlling the killing intent of the world, and being blessed by the years of the world... How could I have thought that you were just a lonely soul without a master who was chosen to punish the heavens...

Darling... I didn't protect you well, don't punish me by leaving me, okay?

...I'm too stupid, what's the use of me taking this world?I should have taught you how to master your own power, I should have helped you know that you are the highest existence in this world...

I was supposed to protect you who don't know anything, and help you kill all the sub-spirit masters who threaten you...

Why in the end... I will destroy you with my own hands?

"Wufeng...I'm so cold...I'm afraid without you here..." The little guy calmed down for a while before he uttered a few words, as if he had finally seen his face clearly and raised his hand to touch his The eye sockets, the cute eyebrows frowned, and the pale lips were bitten: "Are you crying? Don't cry, okay...Did I make you sad?"

"Don't leave me..." The spiritual power kept being sent into the body that seemed to lose its vitality at any time, but his little guy couldn't hold the spiritual power. Wufeng tensed his nerves, gushing out spiritual power to isolate everything from the outside world, and even held his breath, not daring to move easily, he was very afraid that a burst of breathing would blow away the person in his arms.

"Shall I sing you a song? I've been making it up secretly for a long time..."

In front of the cold and bleak Zhuju, a tired and weak voice chanted a soft and melodious tune. The language was obscure, but Shui Wufeng could understand it. He remembered that it was the language of the local tribe where he was born...

This tune... After he lost all his memories, he sang it to Yang Ye...

The familiar voice is getting weaker and weaker, the eyelids of the person in his arms are getting heavier and heavier, and he can't sing anymore. He still looks at him obsessively, and calls him softly: "Wufeng..."

"Stop talking, you won't die, I'll try to save you...it's okay..."

The little guy smiled shallowly, and grabbed his clothes with his fingers, "Wufeng...forget me...I don't want you to cry..."

"Don't..." Shui Wufeng, who was watching the memory of this scene, already knew what was going to happen later, he took half a step back, the cliff was behind him, the mountains outside were silent, and the birds with their spiritual power had disappeared at that moment , flowers withered, desolate and sad...

When the last red light came on, Shui Wufeng closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look any longer. He stepped on the edge of the cliff and had nowhere to retreat, forcing him to face the painful memory... His heart took the last A soul power...to make him forget him...

"Don't... what are you doing? Don't!" The monster had a headache, and he desperately wanted to hug the person in his arms, but the little guy's body was dissipating, turning into nothingness inch by inch...