Chapter 3221 No matter how good the dream is, it is just a dream!(1/2)
Above the peak.
Watching Yan Changge and Shang Qingshu's return, everyone was happy, but when he found that there was no figure in Gu Han, his heart was sinking again!
"Hall Lord."
Zhuang Yuchen looked at Yan Changge, his voice trembled a little: "He ...?"
Yan Changge didn't speak.
Looking at the first -level stone steps that were gradually covered by the clouds, after a long time, I was hoarse and said with a hoarse voice: "Tell me carefully with me ..." Tell me carefully. "
Everyone said one by one.
From beginning to end, Yan Changge didn't say a word. Only the straightened back spine gradually bent down. He had such a premonition early and prepared early. However, he never thought that his head was still dragging Gu Han.
In addition to Su Su.
In the Huangquan Hall, his understanding and understanding of the law of the reincarnation naturally far more than everyone, and a little analysis understands that they experience the illusion, and Gu Han's experience is a high probability of real reincarnation!
"No wonder ..."
Shang Qingshu was a little uncomfortable, and her eyes were a bit red: "He ... even my sister can't recognize ..."
Yan Changge still didn't speak.
Reincarnation I will be able to retrieve the memories of the previous life, but ... Can I still find myself in the past ten times and hundreds of times or even hundreds of times?
Even if you find it.
Do you care about who you used to be?
"Hall Lord ..."
Zhuang Yuchen said softly: "What should we do?"
"You can't save him."
Didn't wait for Yan Changge to answer, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded in front.
kindness?
The crowd was stunned and looked at it subconsciously. In the clouds and mist, Bado walked out slowly.
Protoss!
The pupils of everyone have shrunk, such as the enemy!
They can't see each other's cultivation, but in their cognition, except for no heaven, all the priests, all the congenital clans are deadly enemies!
"Who are you?"
Shang Qingshu's ponytail threw a ponytail, the fist slowly lifted, Yu Guang glanced at the rest of the ferry people. Under the tacit understanding of many years, everyone suddenly understood what she meant, and instantly formed an unprepared reincarnation formation!
Only Yan Changge did not move.
Bado didn't move, and the three eyes swept away from the crowd of ferry, and finally fell on him, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.
"It's not impossible."
"What did you say?"
Yan Changge, who was mournful, looked up sharply and looked at him seriously.
"Squading the ordinary man."
Badado did not explain, just indifferently: "Without guarding the authority, he realized that a trace of reincarnation was realized ... This is the biggest blasphemy to reincarnation, be a bump!"
The words fall.
He slowly explored his hand, and a chaotic divine power instantly shrouded everyone's figure!
"In the name of my guard!"
"Gier, etc., extremely punishment!"
Hold a big hand!
The people's body collapsed quietly, and the true spirit gathered in his palm, and he was squeezed gently by him, slowly annihilating.
After doing this.
He turned three eyes and looked at the stone steps hidden in the clouds. There was no expression, and his eyes were indifferent.
Although you forgot everything.
But your humanity, I still don't want to owe it!
Nympho
After returning to Gao Tian again, Xuan Cang's attitude towards him changed a little again: "I think that with your pride, I will take care of my identity and do not want to shoot them."
"Only once, it's not an example."
Bado's face is full of cold: "If you want to test me, you don't have to!"
"Rest assured, no more."
Xuan Cang smiled and said, "Although I hate your pride, I respect you and will not trample on your pride."
Bado no longer speak.
Three eyes turned, looking at the super world, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"His next sentient beings are incarnate, and give me to me."
Nympho
On the wide green stone official road, a carriage passed by, and the wind smoke rolled, like a yellow dragon mad dance.
Inside the carriage.
Gu Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of pathological pale face full of sweat.
"Qingyun, are you awake?"
A loud and gentle voice sounded, and a middle -aged man who had a meditation meditation also opened his eyes and looked at him with concern.
"father."
Gu Qingyun responded subconsciously, frowned slightly, and fell into contemplation again.
"how?"
"Dream again?"
Gu Shan looked at the younger son in front of him, and there was a trace of distress in his eyes.
"kindness."
Gu Qingyun turned back and nodded, thinking about it: "This dream is so long ... longer than the dreams."
Gu Shan laughed.
At the beginning of his own memory, his son has always had some weird dreams, until this day, it has never been broken.
"What did you dream of this time?"
He joked: "Are you the little boy of the General Mansion, or the little beggar on the street, or the noble dynasty son?"
"Not."
Gu Qingyun froze, thinking about it: "This time, I am myself."
Own?
Gu Shan was stunned.
Gu Qingyun explained.
The identity in this dream is extremely similar to that of today. He also surnames Gu. He was also born in the small town of Bianzheng. There is also a father who treats him very well.
only.
Similar identity, but the experience is exactly the opposite.
In the dream, his father was killed, and he was abolished by himself. Everyone in the tribe wanted him to die.
But in reality.
Although his family is big, everyone cares for him and cares about him. In order to treat his unilateral symptoms, the clan brothers have almost fought in the Zongmen Dabei, and won a elixir for him.
For him, he was willing to give up the quota that entered the community, only to give him the opportunity to wash the pulse, and even the big clan and the elderly also arranged the public, almost mortgaged the whole ethnic industry, and exchanged him a order of medicine Shengu for him.
The card is just to cure his illness.
These.
He has no in the dream.
"In the dream, I was very powerful in the dream, people blocked the killing, the Buddha blocked the Buddha, invincible all the way, suppressing the sky, stepping on the crushing ... is still a sword repair!"
Speaking of this.
There was a trace of longing and bright color in the teenager's eyes.
To be continued...