Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 88
Fair, is the creation of the gods also fair?

Yan saw the small face at the end of the stone steps covered in black ash, which was very familiar and very different from his memory, and remembered the figure of a pedaling moon bell that A Ruo had seen in his memory.

He felt that he probably understood Sheng Yu's thoughts, and said softly: "If I were her, I would probably not want to admit that I have such a bad brother."

"Ah Ruo, your practice is not good enough, if you want to deceive people, you have to remember what you said next time."

"If the dream is really fair, why is she trapped here and unable to wake up?"

Being blinded, deceived, drawn into the game, and forced to follow the chosen path, Yan feels that this is a kind of pity.

Unlike what Sheng Yu thought, he was really not a good son or a good brother.

Yan recalled the bits and pieces of living here in the past, and couldn't help feeling sick. He could understand Yan's eagerness to get the chance to be free. He also respected his mother very much.

But the more he loves and respects him, the more he suffers from his mother leaving him and the well behind.

"That day, I saw all the cliffs around Zhushan crumble and fall into a sea of ​​blood. The group of gray-clothed men who shot took away my mother."

"My mother shed tears of joy when she saw them, and even forgot to look back at us."

"After they left, we were trapped in the Nether Blood Sea."

"Ah Ruo, look, all my clan members died in the Zhushan tragedy. Most people who know my background think I am very pitiful, but they never know that I don't feel the slightest regret because of the death of my clan members."

A Ruoyin was beside the young man, listening to him calmly narrate that most people deserve what they deserve.

Mingming's eyes are so bright and clean, it has never seen such clear eyes.

Ah Ruo couldn't stop the chills in his heart, and an inexplicable sense of ignorance was entrenched in every part of his body. Finally, he couldn't help but said, "Where are those innocent children? They haven't made any mistakes."

"I have worked for the family for four years. Since someone has to eat, I have never owed anyone. Left and right are just a tease of destiny." Yan's voice was weak, and he couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the figure hiding behind the smoke.

He didn't care about the uneasiness and disgust shown by the white cat. After all, it is because of different races and different growth environments, which is completely incomprehensible and normal.

"Not counting my departed mother, the only thing I owed in the past was my poor brother."

They should have died together.

It was supposed to be like that.

Having seen the white cat and Liu Lanyun who suddenly appeared in the dream, Sheng Yu should be familiar with the outsider who suddenly ran into his dream, but this time it is a bit different.

Sadness and remorse appeared suddenly, and there was a wailing sound echoing in the sea of ​​consciousness, which made her heart tighten, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and one fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Aren't they taken away together?" Someone asked softly.

The hood covered the face of the leader in gray, and Sheng Yu saw him glance in his direction in a trance, his eyes were extremely cold, making one feel like falling into a cold cave.

The leading man in gray quickly withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "No, we have to leave quickly, the passage will be closed soon."

Sheng Qi let go of Yan's sleeves, and just recovered from the cold, he fell into a new doubt, the passage, what passage?What was it that affected her?
"It's just a bunch of poor ephemeral species, what's the point?" Someone said with a brisk voice, giggling at the companion who asked the question.

Ephemeral species...?
The overly frivolous vocabulary made Sheng Yu feel a headache, and the peaceful scene around him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The sea, the endless Red Sea, is boiling and scorching hot.

The fragments of the rocks fell on the Red Sea, and there were fragmented cries in my ears, and the man in gray who had gone and returned before his eyes.

"Well, let me think about how it would be fun?"

The man in gray rested his forehead in a state of contemplation, his face was tightly covered by a wide hood, he looked around at the figures struggling in various postures, and let out a series of crisp laughter.

He reached out and nodded, "Well, one, two, three... seven, eight, nine! Exactly ten children!"

"I'm the most kind-hearted person. I don't want to see children suffer."

The man in gray said sadly: "Hey, I drew a circle here, what's it called? Well, let's call it Nine Deaths!"

"How about, one of you can pass through here and go back to the top? Are you heartbroken!"

Whether her heart is moving or not, Sheng Yu doesn't know, so she puts it in this place that can be called the source of part of her nightmares. The headache is not fatal, and she knows in her heart that it is all fake, and it does not prevent her from feeling that she is about to be burned to ashes, and uses the last The beautiful language insulted the mastermind behind the scenes ten thousand times.

The mountain rock melted very quickly, and the bloody water with a stench gradually overflowed to the feet of everyone, and there were dull or sharp tugs in their ears.

Danger!She could die even if she slept, how could anyone be more unlucky than her!

His vision became more and more blurred, and he lost even the strength to move his fingers.

Sensing the slight sound of footsteps and a large shadow falling on his body, Sheng Yu read in a dazed way: "It's not right every day, it's not working, it's about my current situation..."

Most of the dying complaints are probably not heard by anyone.

The white cat floated to the side of "Jing", was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Is this the same situation you faced in the past?"

"Didn't you see it in my memory?" Yan squatted down, his hoarse voice whispered in A Ruo's ear.

He looked at the child on the ground with the same face as his own, and stretched out his hand to brush his closed eyes, his expression was gloomy.

"Just as you thought, I killed them all, escaped to the top through the teleportation array, and met Master and Teacher Bai."

The Tower Master, who claims to know everything, also has things he doesn't know.

No matter how real the dream is, it is not the story it used to be.

"Master has counted the lives that are entangled with me, but he can't figure out why my celestial pupils came from."

Now he understands, probably because he is not from here.

Yan laughed at himself: "I was injured at that time, and I was not as strong as Jing. He took me through bloody water, and then pushed me down on the teleportation array, unable to move."

I don't know if the man in gray deliberately designed the teleportation array to activate far longer than usual, or maybe it was the pain that prolongs his perception of time. He can only watch helplessly as his brother's body merges with the blood little by little. .

The little boy supported Yan's shoulders, with a serious expression and an overly gentle voice, saying something that he couldn't understand no matter in the past or at that time.

"I saw a silver star break through the sky and fall into the sea."

"Although I am very reluctant to part with my brother, I must go to him."

"Goodbye then."

He paused, a gleam in his eyes.

"My star, for you."

(End of this chapter)