Douluo: This time we will rewrite our destiny

Chapter 189 Is he my father?

Three rounds of golden light shot out from the staff, flooding Wang Dong's sight. In the dazzling halo, she felt the butterfly wings behind her vibrating slightly.

The owner of the Light Goddess Die's martial spirit signs a contract with the Light Goddess Die. It is completely a matter of blood and nature. Pure, clean light elements surrounded her, making her feel warm, as if she was lying on a cloud.

This is the light bred by the plane. It does not come from heaven and earth, but only from the human world. This power blended into the scales and veins of her wings, lighting up the fine lines, making her wings seem to become exquisite works of art.

And the "impurities" she noticed early on became more and more obvious under such washing. The more she blends with Xiaolan's power, the more incompatible the higher impurity is with the martial spirit itself.

"I helped you raise your soul power to level sixty." Xiao Lan's voice came from the other side, but Wang Dong felt it was very far away. She didn't say thank you because her attention was completely focused on sensing the "impurity" and she wanted to get it out.

She tried to control her mental power to reach down. Although there is Huo Yuhao who specializes in this area, she has not paid much attention to the cultivation of mental power. This has left her with no mental power stock brought by repeated improvements, but she is not good at controlling it.

She couldn't let Huo Yuhao do this. The memory of the last time Jing Hongchen directly exploded a top-level ninth-level spiritual soul guide was still vivid in his mind. The power was too terrifying, and asking Huo Yuhao to help was tantamount to harming him.

"I want to see..." She gritted her teeth, "What exactly is this existence...!"

As she spoke, she rushed to her shoulder blades with difficulty, and the mental power at the skin connecting the wings suddenly concentrated and poured directly into her martial spirit.

The scene in front of her suddenly changed.

The forest, the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast and the sea of ​​flowers all disappeared, replaced by a world that seemed to be truly above the clouds. Golden dust floated in the air, and a light and hazy mist wrapped around her feet. In the distance, the white courtyard spiers loomed, reminding her of what she saw when she looked at the Haotian Sect from a distance.

"This is..." she murmured, "that scene that I often see in my dreams?"

Wang Dong followed his memory and began to move to the location in his memory. Many details match up. This is the world in the dream, and the last location I was in was probably...

"Don't go there."

A childish voice sounded behind her. Wang Dong was so frightened that he suddenly turned around and found that the girl named Tang Xiaoqi was standing behind her again at some point, with still melancholy and broken eyes.

"You're still here." Wang Dong touched the back of his head in embarrassment, as if he was embarrassed for his overreaction. "What's going on with you? Can you still follow me in my dream?"

"Wrong." said the little girl, "You are the intruder."

"what?"

"You are in my dream now." When Tang Xiaoqi said this, her tone was still filled with the unique pride of a child, as if blocking Wang Dong's words made her very happy. Wang Dong noticed that her speaking condition was indeed much better than before, but her expression and those cracks were still there.

"To be precise, it's not a dream, it's a memory." Seeing Wang Dong thoughtfully, the little girl calmed her tone again, "You are in my memory. Your dream is not just a dream, but your memory is not clear. , that’s why you thought it was a dream you would forget when you wake up.”

"That means," Wang Dong touched his chin, "the impurities in my martial soul are actually yours? Memory?"

"Do I have the ability to put something into your martial spirit?" Tang Xiaoqi shook his head, then hesitated, and then said uncertainly: "...I guess it's him. It's just a guess."

"You don't know either?"

Tang Xiaoqi did not answer, but stretched out his hand to tug at the corner of Wang Dong's clothes. Her hands naturally passed through Wang Dong's clothes. She was still a phantom. It seemed that even if this was her memory, she had lost the ability to control it. She wasn't alive, but she didn't seem to be dead either.

"Hide here." Tang Xiaoqi reminded, "The scene in my memory is coming."

Wang Dong followed her guidance obediently and quickly shrank behind a huge white stone pillar. Wang Dong had never seen the material of this stone pillar. It was obviously a material that could only exist for this person. In the distance, a man with long blue hair held the hand of a lively little girl, and two people, one large and one small, were walking towards this side.

"Dad, what are you taking me to do?"

The little girl's bell-like voice made Wang Dong's heart tremble. Yes, she is Tang Xiaoqi. Her voice is exactly the same, but there are many differences... The voice coming now is so innocent and lively, as if it was taken out of a honey jar, and the tail note has a sweet taste like caramel.

And the voice of Tang Xiaoqi's phantom behind her sounded like biting off a piece of solid ice that had sunk to the bottom of the sea. It was salty, cold, and unreal.

"Dad, come and talk to you."

The man spoke. He pulled Tang Xiaoqi in his memory to the center of the open space in front of him, exactly where Wang Dong was standing just now. He squatted down, and his long sea-blue hair flowed to the ground like water. Even from a distance, Wang Dong could see that he had a divine aura, which was an innate temperament brought by his personality.

The God of Poseidon also serves as the God of Shura, Tang San. Compared to the first time he glimpsed the dream, Wang Dong could now determine the general identity of this person.

"What are you talking about?"

Tang San touched Tang Xiaoqi's head tenderly: "Xiaoqi, does daddy love you?"

The girl's big pink-blue eyes blinked, and she tilted her head: "You should love me."

Tang San did not comment on the modifier in front of this answer. He asked again: "Then do you like Dad?"

"Hmm...like it!"

This seems to be a common conversation in a happy family. Wang Dong has heard that parents in a family like to ask their children if they like their parents.

It's a pity that she doesn't know if it's true, because she has never met her parents. Huo Yuhao's family is like that. It is impossible for Chi Qiu and Yin Shuang to know. The Hongchen brother and sister's parents also passed away very early.

"Then, are you willing to do daddy a favor?" Tang San's voice was still gentle, and he gently put his hand on the girl's little head.

"Say it!" Tang Xiaoqi agreed readily.

"Dad, now he wants to do something in Douluo Continent. If Xiao Qi is willing to help, Dad will do it smoothly, but Xiao Qi may be in a little pain."

"Eh?" She blinked blankly, "Does it hurt a lot? Dad, Xiaoqi is afraid of pain. If it hurts too much, Xiaoqi will...!"

"Dad won't hurt you." Tang San's smile seemed to fade, "As long as you obey me, the pain will only be temporary, and soon you won't even remember it..."

As he spoke, the palm of the hand he pressed on Tang Xiaoqi's forehead suddenly burst out with sharp blue light. Tang Xiaoqi let out a scream that was so heartbreaking that Wang Dong shook violently. She seemed to feel the severe pain that had once come from the back of her head again.

"Dad, no, Xiao Qi hurts so much..."

Wang Dong suddenly withdrew his gaze, retreated behind the stone pillar, and covered his ears with force. She didn't dare to look or listen, for fear that she wouldn't be able to help shouting with the girl. She heard her heartbeat getting faster and faster, and felt her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Yes... yes, it matched her "dream". Every time she had a headache, one of the scenes she glimpsed was this. She said she was dreaming because her memory was fuzzy, which meant...

"Look quickly."

Behind her, the voice of Phantom Tang Xiaoqi became extremely cold. The illusory girl reminded her mechanically like the God of Death: "The thing you have always wanted to see the most is right in front of you, look quickly."

For some reason, Wang Dong felt physically nauseous at this moment. She let go of her hand and clutched her heart tightly, trying to suppress the overwhelming desire to vomit, and then with difficulty she poked her head out again.

The poor girl had passed out from the pain. She was easily held between Tang San's arms, her face was pale, and her originally red lips were now bloodless. And on the ground... where the girl was standing just now, there was an identical phantom lying on the ground, looking at Tang San who was as high as a mountain to her with eyes of fear and disbelief.

"Why are you still standing there?" Tang San's gentle tone was nowhere to be found. He spoke to the phantom as if he were speaking to a strange wandering child. "When we first split, I already told you what to do and who to target."

But the phantom girl remained unmoved and just lay there, illusory tears constantly flowing from her lifeless eyes, and disappeared after falling on the floor. "Ah...Dad, why...why do you do this..."

Tang San frowned slightly. "It seems like it's too much trouble for you to do things like this."

Trying, he just continued lightly, and the tearful phantom was like a piece of white paper being flattened and crumpled, slowly turning into a ball, and finally condensing into a fragmented energy body.

This piece of energy flew into Tang San's hands, and he looked at it carefully before he was satisfied with his masterpiece. "That's good." He said, "Go and complete your mission. When you return to your true form, you will understand your father's good intentions."

Then, he flicked it, and the fragments flew down into the mist-shrouded world. Immediately afterwards, the memory began to collapse. The white-gold world, the blue-haired Poseidon, and the girl who was torn apart all collapsed one by one, and the world constructed by memory turned into darkness.

Wang Dong stood in the center of this darkness, unable to breathe for a long time.

Her dreams always ended the moment Tang San put his hand on her head. She never expected that the subsequent development would be like this.

She knew the fragment, and she believed that if she showed it to Chi Qiu, her sister Qiu'er would also know it.

"...Is it over?" She almost squeezed out this sentence through her teeth, her eyes still dazed.

"Because my memory stops here." Tang Xiaoqi said, and Wang Dong found that she was standing behind him again. She seemed not to like face to face with Wang Dong. "I started to have memories again. It was the auspicious beast that separated me from my body."

"...You are the one who was separated, then the remaining one who was taken away is..."

Tang Xiaoqi said nothing.

"...Tang San, is this my father?"

"Do you think so?" Tang Xiaoqi's voice was still melancholy and indifferent, as if he had become a bystander in a circus performance.

"No!" Wang Dong squatted down in collapse, and she clutched her scalp tightly, "I have no parents. I grew up in the Haotian Sect, and was cared for by my eldest father and my second father... and so on."

Tang Xiaoqi just watched her collapse quietly, and seemed to smile, just like the audience's smile when they saw the tragic protagonist in the play discovering his fate.

"Are they acting together?" Wang Dong raised his head, and the look in his eyes was somewhat similar to that of Tang Xiaoqi. "Cheating me together? What about forcing me to go to Shrek? Was it also arranged? All for the sake of what he wanted to do? Is my life a drama that has been arranged long ago?"

"What do you think?"

"……is that a lie……"

A tear fell into this dark memory and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

……

"What I guessed happened." Huo Yuhao sat down cross-legged and looked at Wang Dong, who was wrapped in golden light in front of him, as if he was trapped in a cocoon. Facing the puzzled looks of everyone, he didn't know where to start explaining, and finally sighed. .

"First of all, the equality contract is successful. Senior Xiaolan can rest assured." Huo Yuhao said, pointing to the blood-red hundred thousand year soul ring that was slowly forming outside the cocoon, "She will have the two hundred thousand year soul rings you brought. Soul ring, you will also gain the cultivation speed she shares. Now, she is already a Soul Emperor."

"Then this is not caused by the contract?" Yin Shuang thought for a while, "You did say that there would be no harm if the contract failed, let alone that it had succeeded. So what is the reason?"

Chi Qiu, who is more familiar with Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, seems to have already thought of it.

"Xiaodong said that there was a problem with martial soul impurities. It seems that was the cause... After all, it was the goddess of light Die Die who made the contract with her this time."

"Yes." Huo Yuhao nodded briefly, and then continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"You won't help her?" Xiaolan was a little surprised, "You are...her friend, right?"

"No need." He said, "Since she came to me, she is ready to face it. She has to go through this hurdle by herself."

……

"It's still late." Tang Xiaoqi walked up to Wang Dong and looked at her tear-stained face.

"what?"

"Give up struggling, choose the path Tang San prepared for us, merge with me, and become a person named Tang Wutong. Even though he just lacks the golden dragon bloodline he wanted, but now that we have merged, when we return to the God Realm, I can also give an explanation to my father...Tang San."

"Are you kidding?" Wang Dong waved his hand suddenly, trying to push Tang Xiaoqi away. However, she forgot that Tang Xiaoqi was just a phantom. She didn't push anything, and she stumbled and fell into the darkness.

"You want me to fuse with you...how is that possible! Is this the purpose you have shown me so much?"

"Why not?" The girl seemed to become innocent and confused again, "We are actually one! It's all Tang San's fault for separating us. Now it's time to merge together. When we merge, if you want to settle accounts with him, you can Okay, I won’t stop you.”

"Don't think I'll be fooled by you."

Wang Dong looked very embarrassed now. Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, her face was full of tears, and the ends of her eyes were red and swollen. However, she gritted her teeth: "When we merge, whether I can remember to settle accounts is another matter, right? I will no longer be me at that time... just like you are no longer you."

"No, you can't even compare with me! I have actually lived in this world for seven years, and you are indeed just an empty shell with painful memories of the past. There is nothing underneath your cracks, you have no life passed, so there is no flesh and blood.”

"So?" Tang Xiaoqi was unmoved, "But he is a god. You said so much, but he can still crush us to death casually, just like when we were separated, there is no room for rejection, right? ?”

"Then why didn't he come earlier and crush me to death? He should have done it since the day I left Shrek, why didn't he wait until today?"

Wang Dong shook and stood up with great difficulty, but she did stand up.

"Let me tell you by the way."

Wang Dong raised her hand, and pink-blue butterfly wings spurted out from her back, two yellow, two purple, one black, and one red. At this moment, the bright red soul ring was shining.

Her figure disappeared from the spot almost instantly, leaving only a faint layer of blue-pink mist. The next moment, she was in front of Tang Xiaoqi, and her golden palm pinched her neck. Yes, she encountered this apparition.

This is the first skill of her sixth soul ring, a skill given to her by Xiao Lan in order to adapt to her agility and attack attributes, the Lock of Light. The key is to lock on the target that left the mark and then move instantly. The key is to be able to lock on any target, not only living objects, but also dead objects and even souls.

"It's just as easy for me to crush you to death now."

The sixth soul ring shines brightly again. This is the second skill given to her by Xiaolan, Death Butterfly Dance.

Countless blue butterfly shadows quickly intertwined with this phantom, like thousands of sharp knives, cutting through her empty skin at an alarming speed.

The phantom was shattered instantly.

(End of this chapter)