Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 835 The Price of Return

The break of love!The shattering of family affection!Betrayal of friendship!The weight of kindness!
Deductions followed, true and false, false and true.

Dreams and illusions!Horrible dreams, cruel illusions!

These are a pair of evil big hands, they really searched out the most cherished and most vulnerable part of Tang Yan, and used cruel methods to tear it out, and ruthlessly ravaged it.

Every performance makes Tang Yan completely sink and suffer unbearable pain; every accident is sudden and rapid, and he is caught off guard and directly hits his heart.

This is an extremely cruel, collapsed ordeal.

love!dear!friendship!Kindness!
The most cherished thing in Tang Yan's heart is emotion. Laughing and scolding may not be painstakingly covering up certain weaknesses, but at this moment... ruthless exposure, complete explosion... every time is lost, every time is So true.

Tang Yan stared blankly at the ice butterflies blooming in the sky. The gorgeous blue color and broken body reminded him of the greatest debt in his life.

Is this a dream?
It's a dream!
But it is true!It actually happened!After a lapse of 15 years, re-experiencing the scene personally, the pain, guilt, self-blame, and longing became more intense, and Tang Yan wanted to collapse.

"...I'm sorry..." Tang Yan stood in the ruins of the Giant Elephant City, which was stared down by thousands of people, stared at the sky in a daze, knelt on the ground tremblingly, tears welled up in his eyes, and slowly lowered his head under a soft murmur, Knocking deeply on the cold ground: "Sister... I'm sorry... Ten years... I'm sorry... I promised ten years... But I wasted 15 years... I'm sorry... Sister... I'm sorry..."

Heart-piercing pain, suffocating shame.

I'm sorry, repeated again and again, what kind of guilt and miss.

Familiar faces, familiar scenes, familiar gorgeous ice butterflies... This is a dream, yes, it is a dream!But they really aroused the pain that Tang Yan dared not face, and magnified the many weaknesses that he tried his best to bury, the fear that he never cared about, and even the things that he was most afraid of happening from the small corners to the front infinitely.

This feeling... is more brutal than any bloody battle.

In front of it, in this dream, Tang Yan was completely defeated, completely defeated!

Love, is her betrayal?Or is it your fault?

Darling, are they too weak?Or did you never care?

Friendship, is his reality?Or is it natural innocence?
Kindness?Fifteen years have passed since the promised ten years.The dusty pictures are clearly displayed and personally experienced, and Elinda's tragic curse is still so unforgettable.Is it because I have burdened too much, endured too much, or have I been deliberately avoiding it?

At this moment, in the boiling giant elephant city, all kinds of cruel scenes are still unfolding along the original trajectory, exactly the same as back then.

Tang Yan felt in a trance that this was a dream... He no longer paid attention to his surroundings, but was soaked in the bitter water of pain and wept bitterly, unable to extricate himself.This is a dream, but the sadness it brings is real, deeply hurting the fragile parts of my heart.

Tang Yan was like a child, bang, bang, bang, his head hit the ground again and again, tears fell on the dust, and his body curled up helplessly.

He wanted to offset the pain in his heart with the pain in his body, but...it didn't work at all...cold!pain!bitter!Panic!

Suddenly... everything around... fell silent... This is a snow-white world, no sound, no temperature, no scenery, empty and frightening.Only Tang Yan curled up on the ground, immersed in pain and sorrow, not only did not ease, but became more intense, scenes after scenes, truly destroying consciousness.

At the end of the snow-white world, a glamorous figure appeared, it was Niya.

She walked into Tang Yan and looked at him coldly, expressionless, with a kind of indifference, a kind of calmness that didn't care.

The scene in front of him changed, and his vision was fixed on the cruel scene. It was the moment when Tang Ying and the others died. Various expressions pierced the heart.

Du Yang and Ailinda stood behind Tang Yan, one was cold, the other was disappointed, they shook their heads slowly and left one after another.

Tang Yan didn't dare to raise his head, but their eyes and their attitude seemed to be cruelly judging, slashing at him one after another, cutting his flesh and bones one after another.

This is an abyss of dreams, you can't escape, you will only sink more and more, until you collapse and die, in the most painful and desolate way.

"Who are you??!! What do you want to do??"

Tang Yan raised his head tremblingly, facing the sky straight, his face was pale, terrified, and tears covered his face.

"Enough!! Let me go!! What do you want?"

"I'll give it!! I'll give it to you!!"

He is crying, he is crying, he is begging.

"If you want to get rid of the sea of ​​suffering in the dream, you should give everything away." A silent voice appeared from the sky, it was a giant snow-white human face.

This face is very strange, with a feeling of familiarity and strangeness. If you look at it for a while, it turns out to be Tang Yan, Niya, Du Yang, Tang Ying, Ailinda and all the people in the dreamland!

Looking at this face, it was very strange and weird, but it seemed to see everything, everyone's eyes were different, and it also reawakened painful memories.

Creepy.

"I'll give it." Tang Yan's consciousness was torn apart by endless pain. Exhaustion, weakness, and despair were the only three types of feelings left in him, and there was nothing else besides them.

"As you wish!" The high-altitude person's face responded indifferently, and the surrounding snow-white scene shattered in an instant, scattering like shards of glass.

The surrounding scene changed like a dizzy, and finally returned to the original mountain forest.All dreams disappeared, Tang Yan fell limply and disappeared?came back?But the pain they caused continued to torment him like maggots attached to his bones.

Aileinda's curse, Du Yang's betrayal, and the deaths of relatives all seem to have happened in real life, and the real experience almost subverts the perception of the current trajectory of life.

Knowing that those are dreams, but the emotions they bring are real!
But... is what happened to Niya true?What exactly is this place?
It was difficult for Tang Yan to tell whether it was true or false. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the feeling of panic became stronger, eating away at his nerves and reason, and torturing him mercilessly.

The surroundings are still strangely quiet.

Tang Yan lay on the ground, sometimes in a trance, sometimes weeping, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes curled up regretfully, Xu Jiu, who had been for a long time, still failed to recover from the devastation brought by the illusion.

Scenes of scenes continued to flash in my mind. Although it was no longer as immersive and real as before, it still brought such a strong impact that it was difficult to distinguish dreams from reality.

Love, family affection, friendship, kindness, four types of emotions, each of the four types of emotions is like tearing Tang Yan's hidden scars, dripping with blood.

But... After laying down for a long time, Tang Yan suddenly woke up, sat upright on the spot, his eyes stared at first, and then began to shake, as if something terrible happened, so that his whole body felt cold, and he couldn't restrain himself!
What about the ghost blue fire? !

What about the bloodline of the demon spirit? !
What about Buddha's heart? !

What about the ancient sword? !

Tang Yan stretched out his hands tremblingly, feeling the condition of his body in disbelief, what's going on?Unexpectedly... everything is gone... everything, everything... Even the realm seems to have dropped to the most basic martial artist realm!
ha? !Tang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling it over and over again, but the more he repeated, the more frightened he became, how could it be possible?

Is this hallucination?Or immersed in hallucinations?

"If you want to get rid of the sea of ​​suffering in the dream, you should give everything away."

"I give!"

At this moment, when I recalled the voice I heard and the response I made when I was in a trance, a touch of horror rushed straight to my head.

Dedication or so?nothing?
No no no no!Tang Yan suddenly roared like a wild beast, frantically surging his spiritual power, reached out to summon the ancient sword, and also inspired the ghost green fire, trying to break through this illusion in the most brutal way.

But... quiet!The whole world is very quiet!I didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and there was no response from the ancient sword. As for the green fire, it seemed that they didn't exist at all, and even the golden lock was disconnected or disappeared.

"No!!" Tang Yan went crazy and slammed into the mountain in front of him.

boom!The body trembled violently, and the powerful shock wave knocked him down in embarrassment. His head, shoulder blades, and sternum were broken, his muscles burst open, and blood oozes.The mountain is safe and sound, only fluffy and dusty.

He used to be able to collapse mountains in a fit of anger, break rivers with a punch, once stand proudly in the sky, overlooking the heroes, once... once... But at this moment, Tang Yan is completely an ordinary person. Dislocation of flesh and blood.

"No, no, no, it's impossible! This is an illusion!" Tang Yan struggled to get up, his face turned pale from the intense pain, and he rushed to the mountain again, pounding with his fists one after another.

But... all he felt was pain and a deep sense of powerlessness!
Every punch was savage, but apart from the cracking of the finger bones and the dripping of blood, the mountain remained motionless without any change.

It's like a beggar working hard, paying too much, and finally becoming a rich man step by step, but he has nothing in one night. It's like Nankeyimeng, so cruel!
"Who are you? Who are you? How can you take away what belongs to me! Give it back to me!! Give it back to me!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss sb.Ch.H.H.C. This is a kind of anger to the extreme, a kind of hysteria under tragedy.

(End of this chapter)