Chapter 1055 The Demon Seed is Natural (89)
This obsession with pursuing strength is engraved in my bones.
If you want to ask why she came, she herself doesn’t know.
She didn't enjoy the feeling after defeating those puppets. There was only endless peace and joy in her heart.
What are you glad about? Glad that you don't have to look incompetent and cowardly in front of these puppets. Glad that you survived. Glad that you still have the opportunity to continue to become stronger.
But in this dream.
But she dreamed that she had failed, and those puppets turned into noble and unpretentious figures in white, beating herself to death amid her endless unwillingness and pain.
That kind of despair, that kind of hatred, that kind of pain that can't be peaceful after death
The fire from heaven descended, exposing her to a sea of magma and fire. The scorching pain from the inside out, heart-breaking, spread and wrapped around her, endless pain, scorching heat from the depths of her soul.
It hurts
This burning feeling from her heart lingered, and followed her closely when she died in despair and unwillingness.
Why despair?
Why are you unwilling?
she asked herself, and the answer was indeed a more intense searing pain.
Suffering, endless suffering, my soul is trembling, and I have no strength to even cry.
Because even death can't get rid of the burning heat in my heart?
She fell into deep despair and anger, accompanied by the desperate desire to struggle to resist even if she died, rotted, smelled, or melted.
There was a huge fire all around.
There were flames burning in my ears, and there were endless insults and disdain.
Just when she was about to be completely swallowed up by the pain, suddenly, everything around her was burning and burning and disappeared.
Like a flood that suddenly stopped, even the noisy ears were left with only a deathly silence.
There were strands of cool air on her body, slowly and gently wrapping her around. At the tip of her nose, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar and elegant fragrance. The fragrance was like nectar falling from the sky, directly extinguishing the burning magma in her heart. What followed was the kind of refreshing fragrance that soaked into her bones from the inside out. Relaxation and enjoyment.
There was a warm voice in his ear.
"Don't cry."
Is she crying?
"Don't be afraid."
What is she afraid of?
"Sleep, I will protect you."
This voice carries a powerful yet gentle power, accompanied by wisps of refreshing coolness. The gentleness carries a powerful power to calm people's hearts.
She felt that a pair of cold and strong hands gently picked her up, took her out of the hot magma hell, and placed her on a soft hotbed, where she was all dependent on. The breath, every strand, gently and delicately enveloped her.
In the haze, she tried to open her eyes, but there was only a blur like thick clouds in front of her eyes.
Even so, she still saw a face whose facial features could not be clearly seen, but it made her feel at ease inexplicably.
She tried hard to see his appearance clearly, but she couldn't help but rely on that hotbed. She felt sleepy, and vaguely, she heard a whisper in her ears.
"Wait a moment, it's almost over."
Consciousness disappeared, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a soft haze above his head.
How could such light come from Poxu Palace?
The little girl raised her hand and gently placed it in front of her eyes. Golden light danced between her fingers, and even her nails became translucent.
This was the first time she had seen this scene.
The little girl looked back and saw an immortal elder in a blue robe sitting on a chair nearby.
(End of chapter)