Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

My head is still dizzy, as if I have been filled with lead and I don't want to get up at all.

There have been a lot of strange things happening recently. Wang Feng finally fell asleep and didn't want to get up from the quilt.

"what is the problem?"

What still lingers in my mind is the scene before yesterday evening.

Master, the palace...

"Is it a dream?"

The sunlight beside him was a bit dazzling, and he discovered that this was not the underground world of Dark Owl, but...

"The Hall of Elders?"

Wang Feng didn't bother to put on his clothes. He casually scanned the familiar structure and layout beside the bed, and came to a definite answer in his mind.

This is the Elder's Hall, where is the dark and damp underground world where I barely slept last night?

"After all...how is it possible to sleep from Tiandou to Wuhun City?"

Wang Feng opened the door anxiously, and the dazzling sunlight made him afraid to face it directly.

However, the gentle wind gave him courage. After being cautious, he did not feel any danger, which at least proved that this was a safe area.

The light and spring breeze make everything seem unreal. Is this reality or a dream?

But when Wang Feng saw the young man waving a spear in the backyard, everything seemed not so important.

time, space...

They all stopped at that moment.

Despite his confused memory, Wang Feng never forgot him from beginning to end.

"You are!!!"

Wang Feng's pupils trembled greatly, and his body swayed along with him. His feet gave way, and he had to hold on to the peach tree beside him before he could stand still.

"Brother?" Seeing Wang Feng standing there stupidly, the young man ran to him from far away, his face filled with sunshine that he had never seen before: "You didn't say a word when you woke up. Recently, the master has to do something for you. We are hunting souls. If you are not going to break through level [-] soon, hurry up and practice with me."

"By then I will have a 16-year-old soul emperor brother!"

When he smiles, his eyes are crooked, his two rows of white teeth are exceptionally neat, and his fine hair has clearly visible lines, which is very beautiful.

It is estimated that if Wang Feng had not had those experiences, he would be similar to him now.

"What did you just... call me?" Wang Feng didn't believe his ears. He couldn't hear anything. The only thing in the world in his eyes was the young man in front of him.

This young man who looked very similar to him was inferior to all the colors in the world. In front of him, the bright spring scenery was eclipsed.

The only thing left in Wang Feng's world was this boy.

This brother he had longed for day and night!

"Call me again, okay?" Wang Feng asked with a trembling voice.

Although Wang Shu didn't know exactly what his brother was having this morning, he still blurted out: "Brother?"

"Little bundle!"

"It's really you," Wang Feng hugged the young man without any explanation, pressed his head and buried it in Wang Feng's chest. Tears that had been holding back for a long time burst out of his eyes.

"Brother, what's wrong with you today? You feel so uncomfortable. Let me go."

Although they reunited again after ten years of separation, how could Wang Feng think about what was going on? Wang Feng was the only one left with him.

"Brother, I miss you so much. I really miss you. I have been thinking about you all the time these ten years."

"Please don't leave, okay?"

If this was a dream, Wang Feng hoped at this moment that he would never wake up from this dream.

"Of course I won't leave. Brother, what are you talking about?" Wang Shu was still very considerate. His big, watery eyes only looked up at Wang Feng and then lowered his head.

He knew that Wang Feng was too strong and didn't want others to see him like this.

But this time, Wang Feng sobbed silently for 10 minutes before gradually letting go of Wang Shu.

Reason gradually prevailed.

He began to think about a question, why did his dead brother suddenly appear in front of him.

The person who was clearly supposed to be dead appeared here intact, with a simple glance, and his soul power had reached level 46.

This is definitely not the real world. It is very likely that he is trapped in some kind of illusion, or is temporarily unable to escape due to his martial soul skills.

Even here, Wang Feng could still recognize Wang Shu's grown-up appearance at a glance. Maybe this was his bloodline.

"Brother, you are acting strange today. Did you have a bad dream?"

Wang Shu said with concern.

"Maybe, it's probably because I didn't get a good rest last night."

Until now, Wang Feng still thinks this is a dream.

"Xiao Shu, where is the master?"

"Master...well, it seems to be in Tiandou City."

Tiandou City...

Wang Feng was thoughtful, but he didn't feel anything was wrong.

She Long shouldn't be by Qian Renxue's side in Tiandou City right now.

In this case, Wang Feng decided to go to She Long tomorrow.

Wang Feng rubbed his head lovingly and smiled: "Brother, have you decided what type of soul ring you want for level [-]?"

"Brother!" Wang Shu twisted his body, unable to break free from Wang Feng's strong hands, so he could only wailed: "How old am I? Stop rubbing my head!"

Looking at the lion that was about to explode, Wang Feng hugged him and carefully felt his temperature.

It seems that... I forgot something very important.

But it doesn't seem to be that important.

Forget it, don't think about it.

Wang Feng took his younger brother back to the house, and everything in his life seemed to be back on track. He summoned his martial spirit and started sparring with Wang Shu.

At first, when he discovered that Wang Shu had a twin martial soul like himself, he was a little shocked, and his brain suddenly felt tingling for a while, but then he quickly recovered and calmed down.

Accept the fact of this matter calmly.

Everything is like a dream, a fragmented dream, reality and virtuality that cannot be intertwined.

But fortunately his brother is by his side.

The day passed by in a hurry, and Wang Feng was immersed in the joy of regaining something.

You can see the stars in Wuhun City.

At night, when you look up from the mountain behind the Elder Hall, you can see the stars and rivers flowing evenly across the sky.

It's like a sea of ​​stars.

Wang Feng had never observed carefully before. The sky in this world was surprisingly beautiful.

"Brother -" Wang Shu grabbed Wang Feng's hand and pointed at the stars in the sky: "Where do you think these stars will go in the end?"

"What?" Wang Feng had not considered this issue, but he still said: "I think that the stars in the sky must have their destination in the end, just like people, whether they are ordinary people or titled Douluo, Eventually one’s lifespan will run out.”

"Then why are we practicing?"

"Perhaps it's just to gain some steam," Wang Feng said without thinking: "It's enough to prove that you are stronger than others and have the power to control the life and death of others at will."

But after saying this, Wang Feng felt a little uncomfortable. This sentence was inexplicably familiar to him in his mind. It was obvious that he had never said it before, but now it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

What's going on with this inexplicable feeling?