Douluo Soul Emperor

There are many introductions, wedges or prologues because the foreshadowing of the novel is buried very deep, even so deep that only when the author says it at the end, you suddenly realize it and you are hooked, and because the pit is too deep, it needs to be hinted in the previous text, but not at the beginning. Too much exposure will make the writing very obscure and confusing. For book lovers who are very conflicted and don't like torture, you can skip the prologue and just enjoy the main text. Wait until you see your heartstrings move, then go back and figure out the prologue, and you will Said: So that’s it.

火莹

The weather was very sultry, and the mountains and darkness merged together, making it impossible to see even one's fingers. However, the surroundings were not peaceful. The strong wind swept the forest into waves, and leaves scattered all over the sky were flying in the air.

boom

There was a thunderbolt, and in the dark sky in the distance, a bolt of lightning cracked the earth, cracking a small tomb in the wilderness, revealing a small coffin, followed by several more thunderbolts, and in the flash of light, A soft halo of light loomed, swaying around the small coffin. The coffin was like black jade, overflowing with fluorescence, and looked particularly mysterious in this thunderous night.

There was another thunder, and the sky was torn open as if by a giant sword. A figure suddenly appeared in front of the small coffin. Under the black cloak, a down-and-out face appeared, with wrinkles and ravines on the face. Endless years.

He gently waved his hand, and the coffin lid was opened. A dead baby lay inside, with exquisite facial features and a pale face. At this time, a ferocious beast jumped over the small coffin in panic, as if the baby could not be seen. The cloaked figure in front of the coffin.

The ferocious beast was already injured, and a large drop of its blood fell on the dead baby's slightly opened mouth. At this moment, the halo around the small coffin shrouded the dead baby like a whirlpool.

The destitute old man picked up the dead baby, and the rainstorm finally raged. He was alone in the wind and rain. As he left, the small coffin lid suddenly closed towards the small coffin, and then flew up again, disappearing in the cloak of the destitute old man. .

There was thunder and lightning and heavy rain. A down-and-out old man walked on a mountaintop and looked down. A Zhuangfu village in the mountains was revealed. The houses were undulating, with eaves and rolling grooves. They were dotted with basalt turtles and rosefinch. Holding your head high, you make seven turns along a crescent river beach, without any rules, as if a green dragon is about to show up and a white tiger is dormant.

After a while, the down-and-out old man appeared in front of the main residence of Zhuangfu Village. Two lanterns in front of the gate swayed in the wind, and above the dim lights were four large ink gold characters: Liu Clan Clan House.

The desolate old man bypassed the city wall of the Liu Clan's clan house and came to the small gate in the backyard. He placed the dead baby under the threshold and stepped back, hiding in the wind and rain.

Almost at the moment the dead baby was put down, a light came on in a boudoir in the backyard.

"Child, child, where is my child?" A frightened female voice sounded in the boudoir.

Immediately, the door was pushed open, and a maid rushed in. She found a rag doll beside the bed, picked it up, and pushed it towards the panicked young woman: "Young lady, the child is here."

The young woman's absent-minded eyes finally came into focus, but it was not as the maid thought. The young woman did not hug the doll tightly. She pushed it away desperately and shouted in panic: "No, this is not my child."

"Young mistress, this is your child. Hold him and sleep quickly. Don't scare him." The maid comforted softly, but her head shook involuntarily. The young mistress was so pitiful. The young master disappeared inexplicably during a hunting trip. , originally left a healthy and lively posthumous child, but on a stormy night when she was six months old, she died of an inexplicable illness. The successive blows caused her to have a mental breakdown, and she recognized a rag doll as her own child. Never leave the embrace.

"No, this is not my child," the young lady screamed. She looked at the stuffed doll in surprise, backed away step by step, and finally turned around and ran away, rushing into the stormy backyard.

"Damn it." The maid muttered, and hurriedly chased after her. Just as she was about to reach out and grab the young lady who opened the courtyard door, she saw her bend down and pick up a baby.

The baby opened his eyes just in time, and the ten consecutive afterimages of lightning in the rainy night reflected into a small fluorescent zigzag in the baby's clear and bright eyes. The maid clearly recognized that it was the word regret.

She was stunned, and the rag doll in her hand fell into the wind and rain.