Master of the Worlds

Chapter 529 1 years from now
She had a dream.

In the dream, her mother held her in her arms, gently wiped the cake residue from the corner of her mouth, with a gentle smile on her face.

Father sat at the table, watching and smiling, his rough face full of warmth from the heart.

That kind of feeling seems to be able to touch people's souls, and people can't help being addicted to it, and it's hard to extricate themselves.

If this was a dream, how much she wanted to sleep forever in this dream and never wake up again.

However, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it will not continue forever.

When the sound of killing sounded, when she exhausted all her strength and couldn't make a cry, when she clearly remembered her skills and her body had the instinct for killing but couldn't perform any moves, When she watched her mother face Wang Lingran of all races without fear, but when she looked back at her for a moment, there was sadness in her eyes.

Her heart stabbed fiercely.

She wants to rush forward, she wants to change something.

But when my mother forced her to die, my father's rough but always smiling face in memory was covered with tears, and when he hugged her and fought out the heavy encirclement.

When the memory of her mother was frozen at that moment, and only the face with a particularly poignant smile remained in her memory, she finally stopped sinking and thinking about indulging in beautiful dreams.

Even if it is a dream, it is still the same cruelty, and it is also the same as never getting the simplest warmth.

Then, why not wake up and become a vengeful Shura, let the former enemy feel the despair, the helplessness, and the fear of the past.

Only, she couldn't wake up.

This dream seemed to bind her in it.

At the best of times, she doesn't want to wake up.

At the cruelest time, she couldn't wake up.

She watched her mother holding down the kings of various clans alone, and she knew that she was making sacrifices for her hope of life.

However, the mother's memory finally became the beautiful smiling face in the memory.

She watched her father lead her out of the siege, watched her father escape from the siege again and again, with more and more scars on her body, and her clothes were dyed red, but she always protected herself in the safest arms, never letting Received a little bit of damage.

She knew that the reason those monsters were able to find her father again and again was because of her breath.

I am like a fluorescent stone in the night, exposing my position to the enemy all the time.

She knew that as long as her father left herself, she would be able to escape to the realm of the human race alone.

But in the face of enemies again and again, his father just hugged himself tightly in his arms, preventing himself from being hurt a little bit.

He watched his father lead him out of the siege again and again, and watched the scars on his father continue to increase.

Every time I escaped from the enemy's siege, every time I was temporarily safe.

Even when he was fleeing, his father would always find time to wash himself up, mend and wash his tattered clothes because of his fleeing.

The father promised his mother that he would not let himself be wronged in the slightest.

Although he was on the run, his father still tried his best to give himself the best he could.

She saw the lion's sharp claws piercing her father's heart with her own eyes, and her father broke out with all his strength to repel the lion and escaped with herself again.

She knew that her father was dead, and what she took away with her was only the corpse that his father locked the last trace of life at the cost of burning his soul.

He watched his father endure the pain of tearing his soul, and comforted himself with a hearty smile on his face.

She wanted to cry loudly, but couldn't shed a single tear.

one day.

Two days.

Father's movements became slower and slower, and sometimes his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

She knew that his soul was almost burned out and he had almost reached the limit of what he could do.

She wanted to make him give up, but couldn't say a word.

Surrounded again, met her teacher, and they were saved.

She saw the relief-like relaxation on her father's face, and the deep reluctance in his eyes when he looked at her.

It's just that she knew that every time he persisted for a moment, he would suffer more pain.

Like the teacher said, you can die.

She knew that her father could really die and no longer have to bear the pain of 'living'.

The pain that burns her soul, she doesn't know how painful it is, but she knows that it is countless times more painful than any pain that the body can bear.

Otherwise, there would not be [-] levels of hell set up in the legendary underworld, so that those who do evil will suffer the pain of their souls.

Eighteen levels of hell?
Maybe, after he died, he would go to hell too.

Even, he may be thrown into the No.18 hell, suffer endless torture, and never be reborn, right?

But, what's the matter, seeing the suffering of her father and mother with her own eyes, if she doesn't avenge her parents, even if she is alive, even if she can reincarnate, can her conscience be at ease?
at last.

The dream is over.

When her father's back disappeared into the forest, and when she could no longer sense her father's breath, she knew that the nightmare was over.

She woke up and opened her eyes.

At first glance, she saw that familiar face.

The one who stood at the head of the village and looked at himself with a gentle smile when he came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, like a Shura ghost.

"teacher."

Feeling a little weak, the girl wanted to get up, but she couldn't. She could only lie on the bed and yell weakly.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

Mu Feng's voice was still gentle, and he looked at the girl as if she had nothing to do with him falling into a coma.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

In addition to the lack of physical strength, everything else is fine.

Mufeng nodded.

"Take a good rest, the rest, wait for you to recover."

Watching Mufeng's back disappear at the door, the girl looked away.

Thinking of the killing before, thinking of the corpses and blood all over the ground, the girl's face turned pale again.

A strong sense of nausea hit her, making her retch uncontrollably.

However, this sense of discomfort was once again suppressed by her strong willpower.

Mother died, father died.

The murderers are all those monsters.

In the entire demon domain, every monster is innocent.

She is revenge, not killing.

This comforted herself, but she understood.

From now on, from the moment she takes that step, from the moment she makes that decision, killing will become the main theme of her life.

Death will accompany her like the wind, wherever she goes, there will be death and slaughter.

It's just that she doesn't regret it.

Even if she did it again, she would still choose to take this path.

The teacher once said that she was asked to choose between taking revenge with her own hands and having the teacher help her take revenge.

She chose the former, and the teacher taught her the most suitable exercises that would allow her to improve in revenge.

The way of killing is her choice.

Ten thousand years from now, death will be her shadow over the world.

(End of this chapter)