This is a room filled with all kinds of complicated books and all kinds of cute dolls, big or small. The combination gives people an extremely weird feeling. The door was closed, and there were two figures, an old man and a young man, standing in the room. The old one has a long beard and a tutu on his back and is in his sixties, while the younger one looks only about three or four years old.
"Uncle Huang, look, I'm still fine and fine, nothing happened at all." Duanmu Xiao raised his head and looked at him with a smile.
Medical Sage Huang did not speak. He slowly but resolutely stretched out his withered right hand, grabbed Duanmu Xiao's clenched left hand, then grabbed it to his chest and forced it open.
The delicate and pale palms and fingertips were suddenly covered with scars of various sizes, like honeycombs, which was shocking.
There was moisture in the corners of Huang Yisheng's eyes, his withered old hands were shaking violently, and his heart ached like needles.
"Xiao'er, why are you doing this!" Holding his little hand tightly, he could almost feel the pain in his heart.
Duanmu Xiao shook his head indifferently, with a smile still on his face: "It doesn't matter, it won't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, so..." His eyes Wan Qi: "I will never let myself fall asleep."
So... when the impact of physical weakness and exhaustion made him almost collapse, he used needles to prick his fingers and palms again and again... connecting his fingers to his heart. Only that kind of pain could really wake him up. Forget about being sleepy.
Doctor Huang squatted down and held his shoulders with trembling hands: "Tell Uncle Huang, how long has it been since you slept?"
Duanmu Xiao's eyes were flustered and evasive for a moment.
"It's been three months, right?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Well," Duanmu Xiao nodded lightly, but then quickly shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, Uncle Huang, look, I'm in good spirits now, really good. With the magical drink from Longfeng Group, Not sleepy at all.”
Medical Sage Huang smiled sadly and shook his head: "People can always stay energetic, but they can never go without sleep!!!"
Three months, this can no longer be called a miracle, but... a miracle!
His almost exhausted vitality originally determined that he should die three months ago, but... just because of his words, he persisted until now in this cruel way.
How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao's vitality at this time was frighteningly fragile, as fragile as a bubble that bursts with a blow, and being alive was already a huge miracle.
What kind of will and persistence allowed him to persevere in such a cruel way until now.
When he turned around, Doctor Huang choked up.
"Uncle Huang is useless!" He lowered his head guiltily and his steps were extremely heavy. His medical skills were unparalleled in the world, but he could not save the one he loved most. He no longer has the shame to bear the name of "Medical Saint" that he was once proud of.
"Uncle Huang." Duanmu Xiao stopped him: "Don't tell anyone. If I see my mother sad, I will definitely let myself fall asleep."
With this cruel threat again, Medical Sage Huang nodded and left with heavy steps.
The moment he closed the door, the old man burst into tears.
Another needle pierced his finger, and Duanmu Xiao's heavy eyelids suddenly opened. Pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.
"He... is back. I believe you will take mom away soon... soon."
"How could I fall asleep without seeing my mother's happiness..."
He smiled softly, and his eyes were filled with tears at some point. Every day, he must use his wisdom to make up too many reasons to deceive his mother, and make all kinds of cover-ups to hide it from everyone... all in order to wait for someone. That wonderful premonition told him that he would come to him soon...
Feng Xiao disappeared from the real world, completely disappeared.
I searched every corner I could find, and even filtered through the surveillance videos of all the streets in half of Jinghua City, but I couldn't find any trace of him. He completely evaporated from the world like air.
"Where did he go? Did he really... even his body enter reincarnation?" Xiao Tian shook his somewhat groggy brain, worried and puzzled.
Chen Binger was silent.
The world of reincarnation is filled with too many mysteries, and they have known it for a long time. But this kind of "unbelievable" must have a limit.
"Is there any way to go to Japan?" Chen Bing'er suddenly asked, referring to the world of reincarnation.
Xiao Tian spread his hands with a look of helplessness: "Only the boss's kind of terrifying attack that can instantly kill the super god level can break the national border. Let's... don't even think about it."
"I'm leaving first to report the situation to my elder sister, and then see if we can find the boss through other means." Xiao Tian stood up and left the Feng family villa.
"Woo!!"
As soon as Xiao Tian left, the tears that Shui Rourou had held back for a long time flowed out. Duanmu Yiren comforted him softly: "Don't be sad, he is so powerful, no one can hurt him, he will definitely come back soon."
"But... But, no one cooks for the young master. I'm afraid he will be hungry... Wow!"
“…”
Under the cold air constantly released by the ten thousand years of Xuanbing, the fragrant room maintains a unique coolness all year round. In the crystal-clear ice coffin, Feng Yao was dressed in snow-white clothes, with a peaceful smile on her lips. After lying quietly in the ten-thousand-year-old ice for six full months, her skin seemed to have become even whiter and flawless, so beautiful that it made people enchanted... and heartbroken.
"Sister Yao'er, what should I do?" Yang Xiruo hugged her knees and squatted beside the ice coffin, murmuring helplessly.
…
One day later.
All Japanese people will never forget this day because of this day. Hatred, fear, trembling, shame... all kinds of nightmares suddenly started like this.
After walking in confusion all night, Shura once again hit a transparent barrier. Without hesitation, his whole body burst into red light, and the Demon Sword in his hand ruthlessly destroyed a huge gap in the border of the Japanese war zone.
As Shura flew in, the system prompt that Shura was returning to the Japanese war zone resounded all over the world, causing considerable chaos in the entire Japanese continent. Countless people who were looking for Shura's whereabouts quickly shifted their attention to the Japanese war zone.
After crossing the border of the Japanese war zone, there was still a boundless ocean. Shura's mouth showed a strange and sinister smile. He took back Xiaobai, and his whole body flashed with white light and disappeared.
The place where he appeared again can be said to be the area with the highest density of players in Japan.
The center of the square of the Imperial City of the Japanese Continent was once here, and he trampled all the dignity of the Japanese players to pieces.
The moment he appeared, the alarm bells of Emperor City rang loudly. As the "number one criminal" in Mikado Castle, as long as he sets foot in Mikado Castle, he is the target of being arrested with all his strength.
The central square of Emperor Castle is bustling with activity. As soon as Shura's jet-black dazzling attire appeared, nearby players raised eyebrows, but before they could scream, a jet-black arc-shaped sword energy that looked like a half-moon and even vaguely smelled of blood had swept towards their bodies.
In an instant, several players within three meters of Shura's body were cut off in unison.
This is not an era where war is everywhere and heroes emerge in large numbers. When this bloody scene appeared in sight, people who were accustomed to a comfortable and harmonious society instinctively panicked and confused. For a moment, the crowded square was in chaos, filled with men's voiceless roars and women's cries of fear. After all, what they can accept is the kind of battle that is judged by numbers and attributes.
The Japanese are a ferocious nation, and no one in the world denies this. But this kind of ferocity is only shown at the moment when they are the masters. When others are completely capable of controlling their destiny, they will behave more humble and cowardly than ordinary people. So, in just one second, cracks almost appeared in their hearts.
The groups of figures escaping in panic made Shura instinctively resentful and murderous.
Shura enters the Tao by killing, but if it is not because someone is blocking him or actively provoking him, he will not take the initiative to draw his sword and splash blood. But... He didn't understand why he wanted to kill so much. He wanted to kill all the people and creatures here without leaving any trace behind.
He flew up, and in an instant he had caught up with the people who were desperately fleeing. The black long sword in his hand was filled with blood-colored ripples, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, it quickly swept around his body. Afterimages were scattered among a group of people. A group of players passed by, and the sound of sharp weapons slicing through flesh was endless. They did not use any skills, but relied on extremely fast speed and the ruthless swing of the Demon Sword. Taken away lives.
Shura's coercion shrouded the scope of terror, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Countless fleeing players desperately wanted to go offline, but failed in despair, and more players had forgotten where they were in fear. world.
Merciless killing requires no reason, no hesitation, no mercy, nothing. The blood looked particularly charming under the sunlight.
And in this massacre, Shura's target is - everyone in sight... everyone! It doesn't matter if it's a player or an NPC, it's all good. Those silver guards who appeared beside Shura with serious faces were all killed by Shura's demon sword before they had time to see the world in front of them clearly.
Every time Shura swung his sword, there would be several extremely miserable screams. The horror of the screams made people tremble sharply, and they almost fell down while running.
Therefore, just the appearance of one person caused countless Japanese players to escape like headless flies. This is the instinctive fear caused by the stimulation of blood.
In the chaotic crowd, a few shouts of "Come together, kill Shura" would appear from time to time, but they would be immediately drowned by the boundless sound.
Perhaps finally realizing the seriousness of the problem, a golden guard captain personally took action. The moment he stood next to Shura, a streak of blood flashed from the top of his line of sight to the bottom... At the moment before his death, he could clearly see He reached the blood line on his chest that evenly separated his body.
He was killed instantly... This was his last thought before dying.