Help, they came out of my dream to catch me!

Chapter 135 Belongs to my special ability
How ridiculous, I try to get close to you, but you push me away again and again, and even want to kill me.

And when I left, you came after me.

Had Chaminier understood human emotion and language, he would have laughed like that.

But he didn't understand, he just felt a kind of absurdity, a kind of deeper hatred and anger.

Because he knew that the reason why Xia Ming chased him in was not to hold him, hug him, and relive old dreams with him.

But to further kill him, destroy him, and prevent his actions!
Perhaps it was because Wen Ling's spiritual space was completely released, even though there was no spiritual connection between the two, Xia Ming entered this space in an instant.

But maybe there is another possibility.

That means Wen Ling is dead.

Her consciousness, personality, and soul all disappeared in this space, and disappeared under Chaminier's ruthless crushing, so he was able to enter this spiritual space that lost its master.

Such speculation made Xia Ming feel angry and chilled, and also felt a reappearance of past pain.

Wen Ling did not actually die.

When her little black room was easily broken out by Chaminier, she hid in fear and locked herself in the little dark room.

Her awakened ability to close the small black room comes from the regret and pain, and from the desire to lock up that ugly self so that no one can see it.

So when she shut herself up, hid herself, hid herself, for a while, even Chaminier didn't see where she was hiding in the gap between her hearts.

She didn't dare to come out to make trouble, and she didn't dare to expose herself. She just hid quietly in the small black room. Perhaps it was because this spiritual space belonged to her. Although she was locked in the small black room, she could still quietly Observing everything outside.

Chaminier, who was as intelligent as a child, only thought that she was killed by His tyrannical will, and did not search carefully.

But it is precisely because of the hidden nature of the small black room that this spiritual space seems to have lost its owner, and Xia Ming's consciousness broke in easily.

At this moment, Wen Ling was hiding in the small black room, seeing Xia Ming hugging her body and breaking into her heart.

This is the first time they have had such an intimate contact, not only physically, but even spiritually.

But none of this has anything to do with her.

Even the only thing she can do is to continue to hide herself, not to cause trouble for Xia Ming, and quietly wait for the final outcome.

... So useless myself.

In the spiritual space, because it is not his home field, especially after Chaminier exploded with stronger power under the madness of hatred and disgust.

Xia Ming couldn't get close to her body.

His will has indeed become very strong after experiencing the two dream worlds, especially the last dream world.

But Chaminier's explosive will at this moment not only does not lose to him, but also has the blessing of huge spiritual power. He tried hard to get closer to Chaminier in the away game, but Chaminier was only painful and resentful. Looking at him, the dazzling thunder turned into a sea of ​​lightning storms, blocking him time and time again, pushing him further.

Everything seems to be reversed.

In the space of his mind and consciousness, Chaminier approached him again and again, but was pushed away by him mercilessly.

But in Wen Ling's conscious space, he became the one who wanted to get close to him but was so far away from him.

Not only in the spiritual space, but also in the real world, violent spiritual energy also turned into raging electric currents, flooding the ruins of the great hall, and spreading outward.

If all of this is not stopped, brother Xia Zheng, Ying Caiqing, and perhaps more innocent people...

Xia Ming tried his best to rush towards Chaminier, and even roared at him:

"Chaminier! Don't you want my body! Come here! I'll give it to you! Come inside my body!"

Chaminier just looked at him in pain and resentment, seeing him so anxious and angry, he felt a rare joy in his heart.

Is this... what humans mean to relieve qi?

A tyrannical pleasure suddenly appeared in his heart, which was different from the pleasure he missed so much 20 years ago, and he couldn't help but want to see more such expressions on Xia Ming's face.

——Such an expression of being extremely angry, extremely anxious, but unable to do anything.

It turned out that this is also a kind of happiness?

Joy from love to hate.

Chaminier laughed silently.

In Xia Ming's eyes, his weird and distorted smile turned into a naked mockery.

Laugh at his incompetence, laugh at his powerlessness.

Yes, he has a system and cheats. In the dream world, he can casually mobilize a big shot like Ming Nanyan Hina. Even in the face of a terrifying evil god, he has unlimited room for trial and error, and he can die casually.

But in reality, even if he has reached the fourth level, he is already regarded as a relatively strong type among most psykers.

But in front of the real evil god, in front of the real death.

He has only one chance.

If he takes one wrong step, he dies.

Not only himself, but also the people he cares about, the people he cares about, brother, sister Caiqing...

Even... Wen Ling.

When he thought of Wen Ling, his heart became heavier and sadder.

Obviously he came here to save Wen Ling, but in the end, the person he wanted to save had... died?
In the face of a real disaster, everyone is so weak and powerless, and his bravado, in exchange for such an ending.

Heh, in the dream world, because there are opportunities to start over and over again, I can be the hero who saves others, because failure is a big deal and I can start over again.

But in reality, such a brave self, such an arrogant self...

For a moment, it was like a nightmare reappearing.

On that night ten years ago, my parents died, and my cowardly self who couldn't do anything.

He had clearly promised his elder brother that everything would be handed over to him, so he passed out with confidence, but now...

Brother, Miss Caiqing...

Would my weak self want to watch them die without being able to do anything?
The electric storm in front of him suddenly became that night ten years ago, the dim park, the evaporated lake water, and the scattered corpses scattered on the charred lawn.

He saw his eight-year-old self, the thin and small self hiding behind his brother.

He came out from behind his elder brother, calm and composed, unlike his cowardly self.

Dazzling light burst out from the sky, turning the night sky into day, and the scorching air wafted out a burnt and rancid smell and sparks.

Some people were wailing pitifully, some were screaming in pain, and more people were silent, turning into silent tombstones, and his parents were also two of the black tombstones.

Everything seems to happen in front of my eyes, and it seems to become extremely far away all of a sudden.

Time and space seem to be frozen, but still seem to be flowing. There is only this me ten years ago. This thin and small me is so vivid and vivid, like the only color in a black and white picture.

The thin and small self came to him like this, stood in front of him, stared at him quietly with those deep black eyes, looked into his heart, and asked him:
"Xia Ming, will I still hide behind others?"

Xia Ming also stared down at him, staring at his former self, and replied seriously:

"No, I now have... the courage to stand up."

"So what I lack is...power?"

The thin and small self nodded, then looked up at him again, looking at him quietly.

Xia Ming didn't answer, but raised his head and silently looked at the familiar scene in front of him, this nightmarish scene.

Many times, he suddenly fell into this past dream in his sleep, and he was always awakened instantly, not daring to look at it carefully, not daring to revisit it, this was his nightmare, and it was also his nightmare.

But at this moment, he just looked around earnestly, looking at the scene like gunpowder smoke in the battlefield, and looking at the dead bodies of his parents.

He knelt down and gently closed their eyes.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry."

He walked up to the 12-year-old Xia Zheng again, saw his clenched fists and his extremely serious and resolute expression with a hint of fear on his face, and gently wiped away the fear in the corner of his eyes with his hand.

"I'm sorry, brother."

He continued to walk forward, and as he walked, there was no collapsed park behind him, no dark charred corpses, no flames and battles, and even Xia Zheng's figure gradually disappeared.

Only the eight-year-old self, the thin and small self followed him, holding his hand.

Gradually, even he disappeared.

There was only a warm light in front of him.

That is a door.

Xia Ming pushed open the door.

He returned to the psychic space where Chaminier had stopped him with an electric storm.

It's just that in the depths of his soul, in the depths of his heart, there is already a tiny but firm light shining.

Since completing the first dream trial more than a month ago and raising his psychic energy to the third level, in addition to practicing hard every day in private, he is still thinking hard about how to complete the second awakening.

Reflect the mind, reflect the soul.

Such a general method and generalization made him try hard in private but failed.

It lasted until he completed the second dream trial, and until his psionic power reached the fourth level, he still hadn't awakened his own ability.

It is said that the ability obtained by the second awakening reflects the true desire deep in everyone's heart.

So what is it that he has been pursuing in his heart, what his heart longs for?

Could it be that becoming the strongest is not the deepest and most true desire and hope in his heart?

Before this, Xia Ming never understood, never understood.

Until now, until now.

Realizing that Wen Ling died, and realizing that besides her, people around me and people I care about may also die in the disaster...

The nightmare of ten years ago came to him in an instant, he looked back, saw himself, and awakened the special spiritual power that really belonged to him.

Boom!

The turbulent and violent electric light still roared like thunder, firmly blocking his will thousands of miles away from Chaminier's conscious body.

He slowly stretched out his hand towards Lei Chi in front of him, his slender and broad palm was as pure and holy as white jade.

There was nothing in his hands, nothing, and all the lightning storm disappeared.

(End of this chapter)