The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 124 Suffering, thank you for taking care of me

"My hair?!"

Wang Xiaoming was shocked when he heard the village head's name for the child.

Is it just a duplicate name or a joke made by the village chief?Wang Xiaoming kept comforting himself.

But obviously not.

Buried memories resurfaced, and the village chief in childhood gradually overlapped with the village chief in front of him.

Something exploded in my mind, as if it wanted to tear Wang Xiaoming's head apart.

The pain covered up Wang Xiaoming's smile, and ferociously cut off the ability to manage the face, his eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were furrowed into a ball.

This kind of pain is still deepening, and wave after wave is hitting Wang Xiaoming's brain.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoming's Martial Soul and Emperor Riding Driver trembled crazily in his body, adding new pain to Wang Xiaoming.

It was as if there was a shackle, broken layer by layer.

Wang Xiaoming put his head in his hands, gritted his teeth, and squatted down slowly.

His face was flushed, and his nostrils were humming heavily, just like Guan Gong with a red face.

The sound woke the child up.

The child first looked around dimly, and was not surprised to see the village head and Wang Xiaoming at his house.

Seeing that the village chief was okay, he said hello by the way. Seeing that it was an outsider from last night, he also wanted to say hello but was shocked by Wang Xiaoming's expression. Tears couldn't stop, but he just choked a few times. I held back again.

"Village chief, what's wrong with him?"

The child immediately hid behind the village head in fear, covered his eyes with his hands, and kept a gap between his five fingers, secretly looking at the painful Wang Xiaoming.

Hearing the child's voice, Wang Xiaoming felt his head swell and wanted to explode.

"go!"

Wang Xiaoming could only forcefully squeeze the word between his teeth.

Because of the excessive pain, Wang Xiaoming couldn't control his own strength, so the words squeezed out from between his teeth were accompanied by a huge wave of soul power.

The child fainted in an instant, and the village chief only persisted for a moment, and then fell down too.

There were also many cracks in the walls, and the dust on the beams was scattered with wood chips.

Wang Xiaoming's memory fell into chaos, and memories reappeared in his mind.

When the pain was extreme, Wang Xiaoming roared.

Terrifying force swept across the whole village, the hills were shaken into flat heads, the houses around Wang Xiaoming collapsed one after another, the clouds in the sky exploded and they fled to the surroundings.

After Wang Xiaoming's roar, the memory was successfully fused into the soul that had already fused once.

Wang Xiaoming had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and used his soul power to drag the house that was about to collapse.

Fortunately, the villagers were not injured in time.

After Wang Xiaoming fixed the houses again, he looked at the village head and children on the ground.

The long-lost memory told him that this child was indeed when he was a child, and the village chief was that village chief.

He came to the past.

Haidong took him to the past, but why, the purpose of looking at Haidong was not for Wang Xiaoming's good.

Otherwise, there is no negotiation at all.

Wang Xiaoming found that his memory was not complete, and some key parts were missing, just like a jigsaw puzzle with a few pieces missing.

However, Wang Xiaoming's coming to the past means that he can change the fate of the exterminated village and the true face of the mysterious person.

As for the time paradox, Wang Xiaoming didn't think so much.

Once Wang Xiaoming changes, Wang Xiaoming will not have the idea of ​​changing the past, Haidong will not bring him to this world, and there will be no follow-up to see the village chief and Wang Xiaoming himself.

It may also exist, but another timeline is established.

Wang Xiaoming leaned over and helped the village chief and the child to the side seats.

Turning to look at the child, no, Wang Xiaoming's original parents.

They had passed away a long time ago, and Wang Xiaoming also knew that they had left.

So he quietly ate and threw away what other villagers kindly gave him.

When he was a child, he naively thought that this could fool him, until it seemed that someone had exposed all of this.

This piece of memory Wang Xiaoming is missing.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Wang Xiaoming can change all this.

After Wang Xiaoming settled the child and the village chief, he sighed helplessly as he looked at the unconscious villagers in his perception.

After the villagers were settled one by one, they checked several times at the entrance of the village to confirm that there were no wild animals or humans approaching.

Only then did he return to the side of the village chief and the child to guard.

Because Wang Xiaoming's soul power is really huge, although Wang Xiaoming tried his best to suppress his soul power so that he couldn't cause physical damage, but he was still severely injured mentally.

Wang Xiaoming treated him in time, but they were afraid that they might not wake up today.

"Troublesome." Wang Xiaoming yawned.

What happened today was too fast, obviously I just wanted to get to know this child, but I didn't expect to fall into embarrassment.

Morning to sunset, night to morning.

The villagers finally woke up.

The old village chief woke up first because he was a great soul master.

"Village Chief, come and eat when you wake up."

Wang Xiaoming sat on a chair not far from the village head, with a table full of delicacies in front of him.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar outsiders in front of him, the village chief who was still chatting freely the last second, dared not move now.

"You... who are you?!"

The village chief supported the chair behind him, his body trembling constantly, his eyes full of fear.

"I'm just a passing...ordinary soul master. Just now, my illness broke out, and my soul power was out of control. I hurt you by mistake. Please forgive me!"

The smile on Wang Xiaoming's face disappeared, leaving a serious one.

Pushing away the chair, he got up and went to the village chief.

thump.

His legs suddenly knelt down, and Wang Xiaoming kowtowed to the village chief as if in remorse.

This is not only because Wang Xiaoming made a mistake just now, but also because the village chief took care of him when he was a child.

"You can take me in, I can't repay you." Wang Xiaoming pressed his forehead to the ground and lost his voice slightly.

The village chief also gradually regained his sanity.

Looking at the soul master who was several times stronger than him in front of him, he kowtowed to him.

The village head thought that what Wang Xiaoming was talking about was just about living in the village.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't take you in, but you got it with your own hard work, I know your suffering, stand up, I can't stand your kneeling."

The village chief wanted to help Wang Xiaoming get up, but Wang Xiaoming insisted on waiting.

"Broken life!" The village head yelled, and Wang Xiaoming got up.

The child also woke up at this time, looking at Wang Xiaoming with confused eyes.

The village chief hurried forward, intending to comfort the child, but the child did not cry or be afraid, but just woke up and was confused.

"Just treat it as a dream."

The village chief greeted the children to sit at the table and eat.

"Let's have something together, after all, it's been a day and a night." Wang Xiaoming watched the village chief pick up his pipe, and said immediately.

"What, one day and one night?"

The village chief stared wide-eyed, held the pipe tremblingly in his hand, and sighed long.

"I don't know if it's good or bad..." the village head thought to himself, and lit up the cigarette again in depression.

(End of this chapter)