Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

Chapter 200 Gift

Huo Yunche suddenly came to his senses.

She had some guesses about the identity of the shadow.

After all, most of the family members Wang Dong occasionally talked about were his eldest father and second father, but his biological parents were not mentioned much. He only said that when he asked about it when he was a child, he was told that he was very young. Far away in the sky.

I didn’t understand it when I was a kid.

But when you grow up, you will probably have such an answer in your heart when you say that your relatives are silently paying attention to you in heaven.

It's just the difference between recognizing it and not recognizing it.

Huo Yunche looked at the shadow that had faded a little, and seemed to think of something. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he asked slightly worriedly: "Senior, do you want to meet Wang Dong?"

"Thank you, little friend, but no need." Xuying shook his head with a smile, "I am just a person who has never existed in Xiao Tong'er's memory. Identity and other things are just pronouns. Even if we meet now, it is just a mere friendship. Sad, so it’s better not to see you.”

Furthermore, it's not that he doesn't want to see her, it's just that the time has not come yet. When the time comes, they will meet again.

Xuying secretly suppressed the longing in his heart, swallowed the word "good" that flew out of his throat, and smiled casually.

"The seniors are transparent, it's the juniors who are in trouble."

Huo Yunche cupped his fists and raised his hands, hiding the deep pain in his eyes, with complete admiration on his face.

As the two asked and answered, the shadow's figure became a little thinner, and the originally stable energy fluctuations became chaotic. From bottom to top, they were annihilated bit by bit, like bubbles, in just the blink of an eye. , disappeared into the air.

"The last remaining energy should be regarded as chance."

The remaining images of the phantom could no longer continue, and even the voice of the voice became intermittent and unclear, as if covered with a layer of gauze, leaving the audience who listened attentively in confusion.

Huo Yunche is not exempt from "vulgarity".

Before she could think about the meaning of Xuying's words, Xuying raised his hand, and the collapsed figure suddenly stabilized in place. A blue luster flashed past, and the power that had been annihilated before seemed to have never existed before. As if it had been swallowed up, it was honestly replenished back into the shadow's body.

But he didn't let that stop him.

Make a seal with your hands.

The dazzling golden color almost filled up most of the sky with his movements. The bright golden color and the azure blue intertwined several times, and finally exploded under the attachment of the two sides.

Wisps of energy condensed with strange ancient charms spread out, causing an uproar in Huo Yunche's spiritual sea.

The wind was blowing, the waves were rolling, and the black and red color on the sea seemed to have been washed away, and the color faded slightly.

The black and red sea, which had previously been shrouded in dim black meaning, experienced such a replacement for the first time. Instead, the red light turned over and the serfs sang, seizing control of the whole book in one fell swoop. The red meaning surged, but it did not It looks coquettish, but more of it is harmonious and warm.

Seeing this scene, how could Huo Yunche not know the hidden meaning behind the part of Xuying's previous words that he had not heard fully.

Her eyes were slightly moist, and she bowed deeply to Xuying.

To be able to do this for a stranger whom she met for the first time, she was overwhelmed with such magnanimity and courage.

The shadow chuckled lightly, and the figure took a step forward in the constant light and death. His big hand was placed on Huo Yunche's head, as if to comfort, but also as if to inherit, the last bit of strength came out with all his strength, Cut away the restlessness and murderous aura that had surged from her many times using the power of the evil eye.

Tranquility and peace prevail.

Huo Yunche was a little surprised to find that his originally fluctuating mood had not only stabilized, but also had a faint tendency to improve. However, he still needed to wait for an opportunity.

The shadow that had exhausted its last trace of energy could no longer maintain its human form. He raised his head slightly and put his hands behind his back, as if through Huo Yunche's spiritual sea, he saw a clown who kept jumping around. With a look of ridicule, he then raised his head to the sky and roared with great joy.

The scepter disappeared first.

Why does this back look so familiar?

Huo Yunche, who was standing behind him, blinked slightly, as if he was blessed, and quickly cast out his doubts: "Senior, did the first Shrek have eight monsters?" The tone of his voice was filled with unprecedented expectations and hesitation.

The shadow looked back in astonishment and was about to say something, but it completely dissipated without saying anything.

Huo Yunche was left standing alone in the sea of ​​spirit.

Saw it.

Spirit world.

Tang San, who was playing chess with his friends, suddenly became distracted. A large number of memories suddenly appeared in his mind. Even he couldn't help but need to spend some time sorting through them.

"Mistress, it's your turn."

Dai Mubai, who didn't understand why, waited and waited but didn't wait for Tang San to make a move. He raised his eyes slightly confused, only to see that Tang San actually showed him a rare face-changing skill.

Worry, joy, relief, gentleness, and a fleeting murderous aura, as well as the final shock and vague luck.

He raised his eyebrows with interest and waved his hand in front of Tang San. After receiving no response, he dropped the hand holding the chess piece and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, quietly watching their family's always strategizing and confident elder. It was a rare appearance in three hundred years.

I don’t know which guy is so capable?

"Hey, it's so dangerous." Tang San sighed secretly, recalling the last moment of the memory thread fed back by the clone, and the last keen question from a certain little guy, he couldn't help but be shocked.

He should have no flaws anywhere, right?

"What's so dangerous?" Dai Mubai came forward in a leisurely manner, with a narrow look in his eyes, "What? Could it be that there was some surprise that Xiao Wu had prepared without telling it, but it was almost discovered?"

"Boss Dai!" Tang San shook his head dumbfounded, picked up a chess piece and dropped it, "It can be considered a surprise, but the fact that you secretly hid Ah Dai's picture album of Zhu Qing's characteristics will be discovered."

"What?!" Dai Mubai was so shocked that he couldn't even care about the chess game, his face was full of bitterness and resentment, "Xiao San, you can't just die without saving me!"

"old."

Before Tang San finished speaking, he coughed lightly when his eyes touched a few figures.

Boss Dai, you'd better ask for your blessings.

He pushed away Dai Mubai's pleading look for help slightly calmly, then stood up and faced him with a gentle smile on his face.

"Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, why are you here?"

Zhuqing.

Dai Mubai felt as if a big stone was pressing on his shoulders, and he turned around stiffly and awkwardly.

"Dai! Mu! Bai!"

"Yes!"

"Explain it? Huh?"

"Zhuqing, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"wrong"

Tang San put his arms around Xiao Wu's shoulders and watched the two people quarreling away, then lowered his head and whispered a few words in Xiao Wu's ear.

Xiao Wu's eyes were slightly bright, and she was smiling. The little pearl pools in her eyes were scattered little by little. It was so delicate and charming that it was an unbelievably beautiful scenery.

(End of this chapter)