Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 208 Come to Me ([-])
In this sea of ​​empty souls, Cao Bailu's body was lying alone on the bottom of the sea.

There are no blue sea waves, and no beautiful schools of fish in the sunset.

Maybe there is, but deep in the sea, how can there be sunlight.

Here, there can only be loneliness, only suffocating silence.

Cao Bailu's corpse was ugly. Not only did his whole body collapse into pieces like an offline puppet, but his thinking became a reality, and his memory was turned into fragments, becoming small balls of light one by one, flowing irregularly. scattered around.

His Bai Yujing has already collapsed.

His aura is now more like a ridiculous joke.

That black hair was completely white, Cao Bailu finally became a real "White Deer".

The whiteness of his hair is the kind of old whiteness, lifeless and lifeless.

Ridiculous isn't it?The young man has gray hair, but there is no one who sighs. Everything he does is like a mirror, like a ridiculous cheap trick.

The clown on the stage made the audience laugh out loud. After the laugh, no one remembered who the clown was, not even what he looked like.

All that is remembered is the clown's antics.

The people here are actually the world where Cao Bailu was imprisoned.

And this clown is naturally Cao Bailu.

The world where Cao Bailu was imprisoned saw a performance that was a struggle for Cao Bailu and a joke for the world.

just.

No one knew what Cao Bailu was thinking before the last trace of consciousness dissipated.

Is he thinking about the first life?Are you thinking about a summer dream?
How many people took a youth to write the answer to that gradually blurred painting?

Is he thinking about the second world?Are you thinking about the high-spirited prime minister in white?

The endless battles of gold and iron horses, the winding temples and wind and rain, and the joyful feelings of the rivers and lakes in the world are all the best memories that are hard to let go.

Or was he thinking of something else?

No one knows.

Really, no one knows.

【Shut up. . . 】

Maybe, in the near future, that boy named Cao Bailu. . .

【Shut up. . . 】

etc?what's the situation?Am I not writing a narration! ?
[I'm fucking telling you to shut up! 】

[I'm not fucking dead yet! 】

【I won't die even if you die!Mongrel! 】

Cao Bailu's voice still hasn't dissipated! ?
This, what is the situation! ?

[Let me go back! 】

In the abandoned Qi Palace, in the collapsed first immortal city.

The small ball of light transformed from Naruto's original power rose slowly.

This small ball of light illuminates the dark deep sea and this lonely space.

Its light, obviously so soft and weak, is the only dawn in this dark space.

In this space where there is only the breath of death, this small ball of light seems to be the only hope.

It's just that this small ball of light is not the point.

It's not just the soft light of this small ball of light that lights up this space.

There was also a burst of red light.

A burst of bewitching red light.

That red light landed next to Cao Bailu's corpse, illuminating Cao Bailu's corpse!
Cao Bailu's body was carried up into the air by that ray of light, in the strange atmosphere, in the atmosphere brought by the magnificent epic that sounded again.

Cao Bailu, he is resurrected.

He sneered.

[What was I thinking before I died? 】

[The first life?Second world? 】

[You are wrong, it is outrageously wrong. 】

[At that time, all I could think about was a ridiculous freeze-frame scene. 】

[That day, the ball of light, known as the main god, said to me, let me go to Douluo Continent for vacation. 】

[He said two words, I didn't understand them at the time, but now I understand them somewhat. 】

[That's the sentence. 】

【you guess. 】

Cao Bailu's body is being reassembled.

However, due to the flaw of the secret technique, he must inherit a physical characteristic that kills others.

Of course Cao Bailu knew this, what does it matter?
Isn't it just a physical feature?What's the matter?Can be resurrected, isn't it good enough?

Cao Bailu originally planned to leave.

Because, he still has a lot of things to do.

He can't stay here for too long.

Just, when he looked at his left hand.

At that moment, his pupils constricted sharply, and cold sweat flowed out.

No one knows what kind of mental journey Cao Bailu has gone through at this time.

Cao Bailu finally understood everything.

He who was resurrected, who was full of fighting spirit again, sat paralyzed on the ground again.

In his eyes, there is no hope anymore.

There is no more light.

There was a green knife mark on his left hand.

　Cao Bailu: I am desperate on the surface, but my next wave of operations may break the legs of the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)