Chapter 21 Memory Fragment

Brush! Brush!

At the moment when Jingjing and Yingying achieved the divine throne, they suddenly opened their eyes, and a strong divine power burst out of their eyes. The two looked at each other and immediately restrained their breath and looked down on everything on the earth. The feeling that everything was under control arose spontaneously.

"Brother, we have finally achieved the divine throne and understand our past and future. From then on, we will be the masters of the earth and the birth and death of life. With our will, they will all be our children!"

"Hmm!"

Jingjing nodded. At the moment of achieving the divine throne, the two suddenly realized everything at the same time. For their birth, growth, and later reincarnation, everything was clear in their hearts. It can be said that they were clear-minded and penetrated everything.

"Sister, let's go to your father, finish our long-cherished wish, concentrate on our duties, and become a god worshipped by countless people!"

Before the words fell, Jingjing turned over, and a white cloth-wrapped head appeared in the space ring. The two looked at each other and understood that they turned into gold and silver light and followed the breath of Kowloon.

Just after Jingjing and Yingying flew away, Ares, the god of war, slowly appeared. His expression was a little frightened. Because Jingjing and Yingying were powerful, which was beyond his expectation. Unexpectedly, he and the cultivation of the savage god was similar. As soon as he became a god, he had such a powerful cultivation. How far will he grow in the future!

"It seems that the reign of the gods is coming to an end, silver sand, you are so deep that the gods have been blinded by you, including your two poor apprentices!"

Ares, the god of war, looked cold and quietly looked down at the vast land. Their hearts were a little bitter. They were all competing for the power of faith and provoked the war in the mainland, but they did not want to be used by the fire god silver sand. In the end, they tried to make wedding clothes and complete the mysterious plan of silver sand!

"What kind of era will it be at the end of the rule of the gods? No, my god of war Ares can't be teased by silver sand. I want to jump out of the palm of his hand!"

Aris roared from the bottom of his heart and roared hysterically. He wanted to resist the silver sand plan!

............

On the plane fragments, Jiulong held a red peach heart in his hands and looked at everything in it. There was no sadness or joy in his heart. Everything he had experienced before was vivid in his mind, but he seemed to be out of it.

For a long time, Jiulong handed the peach heart to Helen's hand, and his resolute face slipped down two lines of tears. There was no Helen or Alice in his memory, but only the help of Mesomea and fell in love. At this time, he only wanted to have Mesomea alone, which is enough for the rest of his life!

"Brother Jiulong, Mesomea..., she is dead!"

Helen squeaked for a moment, tears fell from her beautiful face, and her voice was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable, but Jiulong heard it clearly.

In an instant, five thunder bombarded. Jiulong looked at Helen in a stunned way. Suddenly, he grabbed Helen's shoulder and burst into tears. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he had nothing to say. I haven't seen the news of Mesomea for many days. He had an ominous foreboding in his heart, but when he really met it, it was difficult to accept!

"Hellen, tell me who killed Mesomea, and Mesomea's children, Pearl went there!"

"Brother Jiulong..." Helen opened her mouth and wanted to say, "You have to be strong. You are so brave all the way that you will definitely survive this time." But when the words came to her mouth, she felt that she couldn't say it anyway, because Helen knew that Jiulong was an affectionate person.

Hula——

Helen waved her hand, and the clouds changed a lot. Suddenly, a picture of Jiulong's heartbreaking appeared at the end of the white cloud. It was the picture of Mesonia's death. The man and a woman were the young men and women who had become their fathers.

Until this, Jiulong learned everything. The man and woman were the children of Jiulong. They were born to Alice, but they hated Jiulong's meanness and thought that the Mesoremia dove occupied the magpie's nest and seized the love their mother deserved, so they killed them.

Then, the two held Mesomea's tearful head to pay tribute to their mother, and returned to the Kowloon tribe to seek their father, presented their heads, and took their life and death as a bet to make their father turn around and pay tribute to their mother.

"How is Helen, Pearl? There is no sign of Pearl here. He is the only crystallization of love between Me and Mesomea..."

At this point, Jiulong has burst into tears.

Hua!

The scene changed again. Outside a huge cave, there were steel warriors everywhere. They stood straight, exuding an atmosphere of killing.

In the cave, the chrysalis meditate cross-legged, closed their eyes, and practiced quietly. Next to them was a cradle, and the pearls were babbling. A metal woman took care of the children all the time. The woman looked exactly the same as Mesomea, and even her clothes and clothes were exactly the same.

not far away, a huge Warcraft lay quietly, tied by a metal chain. It was obviously a jasper dragon. A metal robot was milking and drinking it to Pearl.

Seeing this, Jiulong's trembling heart is a little restrained. As long as Mingzhu is well, his love with Mesomea has received a little reward, although the end is that his wife and children are separated!

Helen wiped her tears, waved her hand, and all the white clouds restrained and rushed directly into the embrace of Jiulong. She felt the warm embrace of Jiulong, sobbed gently, and tears flowed down again.

Kowloon did not embrace Helen. In his memory, Helen did not exist. Although he witnessed a journey between him and Helen, he would not have any feelings for Helen when that memory did not integrate into his mind.

is like reading a book. Even if the content of the book is repeated and the love of the hero and heroine is heartbreaking, the person who reads the book is always an outsider and a bystander, but only when the reader becomes the protagonist can he feel the taste.

"Hmm!"

At this moment, a cold hum suddenly came from the sky, which seemed to come from the nose. It sneered and disdainned the hugs of Jiulong and Helen!

Hua! Hula!

Two figures appeared. It was Jingjing and Yingying who became the god-level strongmen. Standing on the edge of the sky, they watched coldly and silently stared at the dull Kowloon, especially Yingying. Their bodies trembled slightly and their faces were obviously angry.

Helen then let go of Jiulong's arms, glanced at Jingjing and Yingying, and her heart suddenly trembled, and then said, "Jingjing and Yingying, right? Don't you forgive your father? Like your father, you are also in the dark!"

While speaking, Helen spread out the white cloud scroll again. From Alice and Kowloon's chance encounter, Kowloon's memory was extracted by the goddess of love. Alice was killed by the goddess of love. Later, the goddess of love was almost killed by the Lord of destruction. The scenes were continuously screened, which made Jingjing and Yingying more and more shocked. Gradually, they His eyes changed, and tears slowly flowed down.

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Puff! Po-tong!

Jingjing and Yingying's bodies trembled a little. They knelt directly in front of Jiulong's eyes, put their heads on the ground, and sang painfully. It turned out that everything was the conspiracy of the goddess of love, Lawen, which caused them to hunt and kill their father's wife and made their father fall into the abyss of pain.

They are helping Zhou to do what they do, which makes relatives hurt and enemies happy!

Looking at the two children kneeling down, Jiulong gently hugged them in his arms, and muddy tears flowed down his cheeks. In an instant, his temples turned white and his skin was old. He looked like a 20-year-old youth, but instantly turned into a 40-year-old vicissitudes.

For a long time, Jiulong closed his eyes and tears flowed down again. Then, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and looked at the white hair hanging on his chest, with indifferent calmness on his face.

"Children, father doesn't blame you. Give me Mesonia's head and let her soul rest in peace. The past is like smoke. After the wind stops, everything will disappear..."

"Father, it's the child's fault. Everything is the child's fault. You kill us!"

Jingjing and Yingying's tears were hazy. When they saw their father's face, they were instantly old, and deep regret appeared on their faces. They trembled, respectfully presented Mesomea's head to Jiulong, and lowered their faces deeply again.