Chapter 610

Lu Chen doesn't want to continue to see the dream of painting pear clothes. Joy and sadness are intertwined with him, which makes him distressed.

He wants to wake up Hua Liyi, hold her in his arms and tell her that I'm by your side.

He could not remember how long he had been in the dream and how long he had watched it, but so many times of watching the dream finally made him find a possibility to dream.

Sister Hong's dream hammer is only half effective, because he doesn't dream, he's just looking at painted pear clothes.

If he wants to pull the painted pear clothes back, he should also really dream and merge their dreams.

Maybe it's no longer him watching painted pear clothes, but painted pear clothes watching him. They may lose themselves in the depths of their dreams together.

This is a big bet and a high-risk behavior, but Lu Chen has no choice.

He opened his heart and recalled the residual power of the dream hammer into his consciousness, which was linked with the consciousness of painting pear clothes.

The next moment, his consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago.

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The dream of painting pear clothes stopped. For some reason, she seemed to fly to nine days, look down on the world and see another picture.

In the picture scroll is the story of a little boy.

The boy looked about five years old and was blocked in the corner of the alley by three older children aged 11 or 12.

"Little wild seed, why don't you run away?"

A fat boy kicked the little boy.

"I'm not a wild seed."

The little boy squatted in the corner of the wall, holding his head in his hands. His thin hands were exposed because of strength, which seemed to suppress his great anger.

But he has to bear it, because this is the son of the village head. He has to live in the village with his mother. He can't make trouble.

"Also said that it is not wild, no father is wild, ha ha ha."

Another boy laughed.

The other two also coaxed, "wild seed, wild seed, wild seed..."

"I'm not a wild seed."

The little boy repeated this sentence stubbornly.

A tall and thin boy picked up a stone and said to the boy's face, "let you go to our store to steal and kill you, a wild thief."

The little boy protected his face. "I didn't steal anything. The bracelet belonged to my mother. I gave it to uncle Liu and asked him to sell it for me and buy medicine for my mother, but he didn't give it to me."

"Fart, you poor boy, how can you have such precious jade at home? My father bought it for my mother at a high price!"

The tall boy said and threw a stone at the little boy.

"That's from my mother. It's from my father."

The little boy said stubbornly.

"Oh, you still have a father? It's obviously a wild species. You must not have been born by your mother. After all, your mother is quite beautiful."

The fat boy sneered.

The little boy's hand covering his head trembled slightly and was silent, but the blood in his body collided like an angry dragon.

"Hey, I heard that shopkeeper Wang in the village wants to marry your mother home. Is it true?"

Another boy laughed.

"True or false, but his mother is really beautiful. Unfortunately, she is paralytic. Shopkeeper Wang has unique interests."

The fat boy smiled suspiciously.

"Tut Tut, if you don't want a small wild seed, don't treat your mother. If you sell it to the Yichun hospital in the city, it may become the first card."

The tall and thin boy sneered.

The three boys burst out laughing. The people here are very precocious and married at the age of 13 or 14. They naturally know the meaning of something.

The little boys on the ground don't understand some things, but they feel full of malice from these people.

He also had a happy family. Just as he remembered, his father died of illness, and his mother collapsed a year ago. It seemed that he had no soul and could no longer hear his words.

He complained about God, but advised himself to be satisfied. On a cold night, he could still listen to his mother's breathing and fall asleep.

"I said, little bastard, otherwise, you take me to your broken place and call us father. Today, this matter will be exposed."

The tall and thin boy smiled inexplicably. Seeing that the little boy squatting on the ground was silent, he kicked the other side again.

Seeing that the little boy didn't respond, he felt a little boring. He spit and smeared: "cut, broken things. Maybe your mother sold them in Yichun hospital before, and your father doesn't know who it is?"

At this time, the little boy looked up, his young cheeks were covered with mud and bruises, and his dark eyes looked like a giant animal dormant in the wilderness, staring at the tall and thin boy.

The tall and thin boy was stared at like this. He was inexplicably hairy in his heart. He didn't want to lose momentum in front of his friends and said, "grass, what are you looking at!"

The little boy stood up and stretched out like a young lion. He just felt his whole body pounded with blood and was about to explode.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind bewitching him, as if the soul of God had fallen on him.

He stared at the tall and thin boy, thinking of all these days, the beating he had been beaten by the other party, and what he had just said.

How dare you?

The dark pupil turned red, like a powerful force pouring into the young body, and the little boy moved without thinking.

He jumped up, waved his young fist and hit the tall thin boy in the face.

The tall and thin boy was blinded by the strange force, hit the wall behind him and slid to the ground again.

The little boy jumped up with fierce eyes, rode on him and greeted each other in the face.

"Ah --"

The tall and thin boy gave out a painful cry. He couldn't believe that he was being beaten on the ground by a five-year-old child, and he couldn't understand why the other party had so much strength, even exceeding that of an adult man.

The other two children saw it and hurriedly pulled it, but the little boy ignored it and hit the tall thin boy on the head.

When the two children saw this scene, they also punched and kicked the little boy. Seeing that it didn't work, the fat boy put his arm around the little boy's neck.

The little boy is like a mad bull, biting on the fat boy's arm and tearing off a piece of meat in the fat boy's painful cry.

"Crazy, he's crazy!"

Exclaimed the fat boy.

At the moment, these children are really afraid. They have never seen this situation. Every time the little boy punches down, he can hear a heavy voice. When he raises his hand, his fist is covered with blood.

The tall and thin boy was still struggling in pain at first. A few minutes later, he was silent.

But the little boy still didn't stop. He beat the tall and thin boy's face crazy.

He smiled like a madman with tears in his eyes.

And painted pear clothes looked at this scene through the picture scroll, put her hand on her chest, inexplicably felt heartache, and she recognized the little boy.

Although her eyebrows have changed, she can be sure that this is her favorite person, her husband - Lu Chen.

The little boy cried and laughed and kept throwing violence. The other two children screamed and ran away.

In the eyes of painted pear clothes, the little boy hit the tall and thin boy. He clearly hit this... A world full of malice!

As if after a few minutes, and as if after a long time, the little boy stopped, and the tall and thin boy on the ground was silent.

He realized what he had done, with fear and comfort, but more worry about the future.

He has caused a great disaster and can no longer stay in the village. He will take his mother away.

But the world is so big that where can they find shelter for their mother and son?

Painting pear clothes looked on outside the scroll and looked at little Lu Chen's life.

Watch Little Lu Chen struggling with his mother on the dry earth, see him encounter refugees on the roadside, and see him tortured by this man eating world.

The child seemed to have never been happy except before he remembered. No one was kind to him. He just struggled to keep his mother alive and longed for the gentle breathing he heard when he slept... Don't stop.

Because that's his last relative, the last one to treat him well and give him warmth.

But the world is full of malice. It can be seen everywhere that Yi Zi eats each other during the escape. How can a five-year-old child survive with a vegetative mother?

Hua Liyi watched little Lu Chen defeat the bully and enter the army with Lin Jiang to receive the training of secret blood warriors.

Lu Chen never told her about his past. For the first time, she knew that her husband's mysterious blood came from his hometown.

And when children get this blood, what they experience is no better than the origin of mixed race.

Little Lu Chen was lucky and unfortunate. He became a secret blood warrior.

Except for Lin Jiang and a few others, no one knows Xiao LuChen's deeper secret, because he is the son of miracles and taboos.

The miracle of the combination of secret blood warrior and secret blood warrior is a taboo hidden in this ancient country.

After becoming a secret blood warrior, little Lu Chen began to receive education, training and instill in him the responsibilities that every soldier should know.

Protect the Shenwu Empire, serve the emperor and guard the people.

After Xiao Lu Chen finished class, everyone broke up. Only he stood in place and said silently, "the world kissed me with pain and asked me to return it with a song?"

During this period, his heart was full of despair and hatred for the world. He hated the world and those "people"

His childhood was so miserable and desperate. He was in a bottomless abyss, but no one helped him with kindness.

In the darkest part of my life, I pulled myself out of the abyss. Without that person, I would be that person.

With such a mind, little Lu Chen has only one goal, that is to stand out and make money to cure his mother's disease.

Although he listened to brother Lin Jiang and knew that this might be the fate of the secret blood warrior, he was still lucky.

A few years later, after the first war, little Lu Chen's state of mind changed again.

Children are always cynical when they are young. When they grow up, they will reconcile with the world.

He found that he had not only his mother, but also the secret blood warrior who grew up with him.

Those childhood training partners and comrades in arms today will fight with him on the battlefield and guard his back... Until death.

They went down to the battlefield, took a rest in the villages and towns on the border, and then looked at the world.

Little Lu Chen found himself biased. There are good people and bad people in the world, but he was unlucky and met bad people in his early years.

But when the world is bad, good people will be forced into "bad people"

He remembered the cooking cakes sent by the old man in the border village and the wild flowers sent by the little sister in the village. There was warmth in the world. The people just wanted to live, and the compatriots fought for it.

There are two kinds of unfortunate people in the world. One is to hope that others are as unfortunate as him, so that he will feel more balanced.

The second is to hope that others will be happy. It seems that when he sees the happiness of others, his heart warms up.

At first, Lu Chen was the first kind of person. He felt that fate was too unfair and complained about heaven and earth.

But later, he experienced the war and found the purest feelings between people.

He was thinking, if I have no parents, do I want those people with good intentions and simple, and those young children to have no parents?

No

Because he looked at the happy look of the little girl holding her father's legs in the border village, and what he felt in his heart... Was warmth.

Want to let that warmth disappear?

Can't the comrades in arms who want to stop bullets for themselves close their eyes?

Since then, Xiao Lu Chen seriously practiced martial arts and emerged on the battlefield. The casualties of his team are always the lowest.

However, with the accumulation of combat achievements and the display of strength, his team is always assigned the most dangerous tasks, and casualties are inevitable.

Time after time, I watched my comrades fall by my side.

From the initial wailing, to the tearful charge, to the final indomitable fight into the enemy. After the smoke dispersed, he sat on the cold chariot and remained silent.

Drawing pear clothes looked at this long dream and her husband's past. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The 16-year-old martial god sounds like the existence of long Aotian's animation novels, but the reality has never been shuangwen. The 16-year-old boy carries a sea of corpses and blood.

In the end, dead, dead.

You have become a living tombstone with the names of the dead engraved on your heart.

That's why you're so mature, so you're so... Lonely.

Hua Liyi recalled her first meeting with Lu Chen. She remembered that in addition to hearing each other's name and knowing that each other is her friend in the game, there was another reason to go with each other.

Because she saw the same thing as herself in Lu Chen's eyes.

Countless people were killed on the battlefield and feared by the God of war, but abandoned by the Empire and reduced to the experimental object of the Western Federation. In the eyes of some people, he is a monster who should not exist in the world!

They have no place to return. They are all small monsters. Small monsters and small monsters want to get together, report to the group for warmth and lick each other's wounds.

But I didn't know your wound should hurt so much.

The white light falling in the sky announced the end of Lu Chen I and the new beginning of the journey.

In the hazy, he walked on the endless white earth and heard the beautiful voice calling, just like the sound of nature, waking up the lost lamb.

Lu Chen's eyes were clearer, his waist straightened for a few minutes, but he sighed.

The end of all suffering and burden is the time of this world.

The past has never happened, but I'm lucky to see you now.

He smiled at the girl with tears on her face and whispered the other party's name, "painted pear clothes."

"Um ~"

The girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and held Lu Chen's hand.

In the dimness of Lu Chen, holding his lover's hand, he walked forward. In this vast white world, he walked through the illusory mountains, to the boundless sea, and walked a long way slowly, just like passing through their past.

Dream for thousands of years, dream for thousands of years, remember the past, live a lifetime and look at the present.

Both are bitter. Holding hands... Is not bitter.

The mountain has a peak, the sea has the other side, a long distance, the middle reaches turn, the aftertaste is bitter and sweet.

Dream... Wake up.