Chapter 149 Coast of the Americas

"Wow", the sea breeze brushed across the ear, close to the face, gently soft, warm and soft, like a warm hand.

"brush", the waves surged on the beach. The snow-white waves flew over and kissed the soles of their feet, iced and cool. It felt like time stepping on the floor of the palace with small feet.

"I'm tired, really tired!" Locke muttered with a pleasant smile on his face, and he fell asleep on the beach.

Locke had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, he sat in his mother's arms and listened to his mother humming songs in an extremely gentle and beautiful voice. Then, he saw the sky-high fire, the fallen palace, and the corpses. Those corpses look so horrible. They are all huge monsters...

Locke saw the queen wearing a golden mask, and she suddenly turned into a beautiful teenager whose name was Shura. Wearing an ice-blue robe, he sat on the stone bridge and played the phoenix-tailed piano and sang the "Song of the Phoenix Bird". He told himself his loneliness and melancholy with the sound and song... Then, he resolutely said to himself, "You go, you go, I don't want to see you again!" Finally, he fell into his arms with a golden sword in his chest...

Locke also saw a teenager in gold armor. He rode on a tall horse and blinked his big cunning eyes and said to himself, "How about running with my Marseille? I really want to know whether your foot is fast or my horse is fast!" ......

Locke also saw a girl with long pink hair and a pair of turquoise eyes. Her eyes were full of sadness, and she said to herself, "Brother Locke, I just want to ask you a question: Do you love me? ...I really want to dance for you, you know? In the past, people said that my rose dance was the most beautiful, but you have never seen me dance. Can I dance for you now? The delicate face smiled miserably, and the pink figure danced in the flames. Finally, she turned into tearful rose petals.

Locke saw two teenagers running hand in hand in the desert. They knelt in the vast desert and made a vow to the starlight in the sky and the full moon:

I don't want to be born on the same day of the same year,

But please die on the same day of the same year!

......

Locke also saw a pair of girls with black eyes whose pupils were as deep as a thousand-year-old ancient pool. Wearing a purple dress, she sat under a snow-white flower tree and played the lyre. Those flowers fell on her long ink-like hair, and she was so beautiful on her shoulders. She is looking for herself, but she can only hide in the dark and peep at her...

Locke also saw a teenager dressed in snow-colored fashion and driving a double-headed dragon. His eyes are like red crystal glass. His eyes were fierce and cold, like a sharp sword, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. However, in those cold eyes, the thick sadness and loneliness made my heart ache so painful.

Lock also saw the amber splashing with blood, a blonde frozen in the transparent amber, and the girl was pierced by the sharp blade and mandala vine...

Locke saw the roc bird that fell down the cliff, and one body after another... Then, in the blood of the sky, he saw himself put his hand into his chest and dig out his heart. He sacrificed his heart to Pluto. The figure that had been appearing in dreams for more than ten years was broken and he had to sleep under the petals of Manshushahua. His name was Hades. He was the king of the underworld that everyone feared. He had a beautiful face, which was the same as the teenager named Shura...< /P>

The bright sunshine is dazzling. Locke blocked the sun with his hand and woke up. His face was full of tears, which came out of his sleep.

That life can also be said to be the experience of two generations, leaving too deep pain. Those pictures full of blood and killing always shake in front of their eyes. Although they are as mirched as clouds and distant as a dream, they have clearly existed and really happened in their lives. It remains in its memory and is engraved in the heart, becoming a wound in the heart. Once you look back, you will be involved in the wound, bleeding and pain.

"Miller, Xiao, Ruoxi, Cologne, Qier, brother Michael, where are you? I miss you so much!" Locke muttered. He wiped his tears and got up. At every step, there was a pain all over his body.

Alas, it seems that I was really hurt! Locke sighed and limped into the sea. He wants to wash his face. The blue sea is particularly clear, and it is clear to see groups of small fish. The sea reflected his shadow. Locke saw himself: long blonde hair, wearing a black robe, long, like a robe worn by medieval people. I returned to what I used to look like when I was in college, but this face...

Locke saw a diagonal wound on his left cheek, which almost extended to the corner of his eyes. It's so ugly! Locke raised his hand and stroked his face and said to himself, "This face is so ugly. How can you see Qier again? Alas, try it and see if you can heal yourself.

Locke remembered that he had learned the power of the earth mother Gaia. He sat down cross-legged and tried to run the magic. However, he can't even exert any magic. Alas, I lost my magic power and became an ordinary person, even worse than ordinary people. However, why did you keep all my memories, and why didn't you take them away with my memories?

Locke is in great pain. He sat on the beach and stared at the sea like a sculpture.

The sun has turned overhead. The sea is calm, and the seagulls sometimes fly close to the surface of the water, sometimes rushing to the sky, and from time to time make a long and short "gak" cry.

"I have become a useless person now. What should I do? Pluto, where are you? You said you wanted to help me, why didn't you help me?" Locke roared while grabbing sand and shells and throwing them into the sea. A pair of seabirds perched on the reef were frightened and flew away with flapping their wings.

Locke cried and laughed for a while. He vented for a while and suddenly remembered his purpose for coming back. The reason why I am not afraid of losing my divine power and insist on coming back is to save my ancestors. Alas!" He sighed and thought to himself: In order to save his ancestors, no matter how difficult it is, he has to grit his teeth. If he fails, human history will change. At that time, he will become a sinner of history.

Locke looked at the sky, and the sea was too blue, but the sky turned gray, the kind of gray that made people's hearts heavy. Where on earth is this? Is it an island? How did I come to such a place?

Locke looked around: there was a vast sea in front of him, and there were some small islands in the distance. The coast is particularly steep, with forested reefs, tall palm trees, and lush mangroves.

Locke suddenly remembered that after traveling through time and space, he fell on a boat and was humiliated and laughed at by a sailor holding a gun. He hurriedly lowered his head and looked at his body: barefoot, his boots didn't know where they were, and the robe was completely open. On the chest, er, there is something on the chest, which is a black Manshushahua. It is hidden in its skin, looming golden, which is the mark of death. However, I have become a mortal, how can I still have the mark of death? Locke was puzzled.

Locke continued to look down. His skin was soaked in seawater and turned blue and white. Fortunately, his trousers were fine, and he was finally released. He saw his belt, black and wide, but he didn't know what fabric it was, inlaid with a hugeming stone, shining with a dark luster. He looked at his robe again. The robe is also black, decorated with small sparse flowers, which are looming. It is also black Manshushahua and shining gold. He touched it with his hand. He didn't know what the fabric was, but he felt very soft and comfortable. This is what I wore when I was a god of death. This outfit has been with me for more than 13,000 years. It seems that there is nothing on my body except this robe and belt.

"Cum coo" and the stomach protested.

"Alas!" Locke sighed, "I don't know what to eat in such a place. Let's take a look first."

He tidied up his robe, climbed up and found that his ankle had swollen. He looked into the sea for a moment and thought: If only there was a boat passing by, he could take a boat back to Florida.

Looking up at the sky, I don't know when the sun has shifted to sea level. Locke cried bitterly and thought to himself: If it's dark, there will be a lot of trouble, and we should find a place to live first. Alas, what bad luck! Isn't it like Robinson on a desert island? By the time a boat passed by, he had become a bearded uncle?

Lock smiled bitterly in his heart. His ankle still hurts. He staggered up the coast step by step.

The beach is white. The fine sand weathered from corals is as soft as a blanket and as white as jade. There are also brown or green seaweed, as well as some colorful stones and shells. I think they are washed to the shore at high tide at night.

This is a scenic coast. However, Locke is not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery. The problem he urgently needs to solve now is to fill his stomach and then have a good rest.

Seven or eight meters away from the coast, there was a sudden "rustling" sound from the mangroves, and the sound was getting louder and louder. Locke stopped his footsteps. Is there anyone? However, it doesn't look like it's inhabited here. Is it a beast? He became nervous.

"Wow", a huge thing jumped out of the mangrove. Locke saw an extremely ugly head pounced on him. Ah!" He screamed and fell on the beach...