Chapter 23 Stealing Destiny

The pain in his heart is constantly spreading. He doesn't know why it is like this, let alone what that promise is? Whether it is a thousand-year promise or a ten-thousand-year vow, life always beats Haotian's heart so ruthlessly, making him feel helpless and helpless.

"Ah! Why on earth is this?

Haotian kept roaring in this space, and the sound of positions kept drifting through countless traces and falling into countless corners, breaking the originally silent epiphyllum. The flower-like buds hanging under the green village were particularly bright, and the green leaves were constantly undulating in the wind. Haotian was like The little prince of the lotus is constantly being set off, and a slight breath keeps drifting, and the blue waves are constantly ups and down, like the surging waves across the toes of the sky, and more and more epiphans seem to feel the sad atmosphere of Haotian, cluster by cluster of the sharp The head gives people a green scene that is constantly spreading, and there is a surging feeling of vitality.

At this time, Haotian's heart looked at this vibrant scene, and his already crying red eyes were full of melancholy eyes as if they were constantly saying something? Looking at the picture that was about to slowly disappear, the epilary atmosphere that could not withstand the sad atmosphere also kept sobbing in a low voice. The green leaves were angry, and their bodies rose like crazy, constantly rising, and unconsciously spread quietly across Haotian's waist. If time can stand still, will the eppoxiety be still?

"A lifetime of hatred, see you in the next life, right?"

The corners of Haotian's mouth kept muttering these declining breaths, and his silent heart just quietly waiting for death. Suddenly, the broken sound of Haotian's heart jingled, as if it had broken the most important thing in life. A mouthful of blood spewed out of Haotian's mouth and floated into the distance. Ye Bo, who was full of power, was connected in continuous blessings. At this time, the pan blossoms all straightened up their chests, held up the blood full of love magic with their weak little hands, and carefully intertwined and continuously spread to the distance, where there was a silent epiphyllum waiting. This drop of blood needs this drop of blood to water the memory of love.

A string of red blood stains represents that the journey they walked with tears is sad and the waiting time is long. Time floated like this, leaving traces as soft as the wind.

"Plug"

I don't know the distance, but there is a short epiphanse, which can't see the crescent moon and starry sky, no clear sky and sunshine. There is only love, and many epiphantheosis's love for him. A happy little princess does not have a trace of annoyance. When a big thing hits his head, it slowly integrates into his whole body. A trace of sad thoughts aroused in her heart. The sealed memory of the world is like pulling like this, and the sea of memory is constantly flowing out like a mouth, and flashing thoughts not only pass through the heart.

"Wow..."

The sound of sobbing kept ringing. It turned out that the end of love in his previous life was so sad. I didn't expect that he would come back now. What will happen to the love in this life?

Who can tell the eternal memory of a lifetime?

Who can understand the damage of the previous life in his heart and silently echo everything? He doesn't know what he should do now. That sense of helplessness flows slowly in the long river of memory with more loss, and all the memories are so beautiful and perfect. But now she has lost her former light. Don't you know if he will still know himself today?

Everything is slowly lost without any waves.

Haotian's feeling has been completely submerged without any pain. This did not drown his body and even drowned his heart. Now his heart is even more a kind of loss. A roar in his heart is roaring and ferocious, and his body gradually falls into the blue Bohai Sea without any trace and no nostalgia.

Suddenly, her heart trembled, and her devastated heart beat again, and a trace of words fell on her heart.

"Son, he's gone."

The mythical tragedy, she could never resist the impulse in her heart, tightly pinched her small leaf-like sleeves, and hesitated for a long time. The small flower quickly appeared across the branch and saw the rainbow in the clear sky, but she didn't see him. She didn't know where he was going? The blooming flower bones finally bloomed in her own color, and red rendered the whole space. She kept turning her body just to find him. Looking for that touch, and where is that touch?

"Where are you? Where are you?"

The voice kept drifting and echoing in the whole space. Haotian was sleeping in his mother's arms at this time, and the warmth was indescribable. I have completely forgotten about that strange space, maybe forever.

"Plug"

Haotian Yiyi began to scream. He didn't know how long he had slept, and a sense of hunger spread on his body. Unconsciously, he said the words of eating, which not only woke up the mother who was sleeping in Haotian. When a face approached, Haotian's head suddenly went blank. He saw that the woman in the strange space had imagined like this with his mother, and there were no mistakes at all. It was exactly the same. Haotian grew up and looked at this scene. He couldn't believe that all this was true and gave him too little time. Well, it can't be like this. How can fate be like this?

"It can't be hers. It must be similar to her!"

Haotian kept thinking in his heart that he didn't know how to face it. If all this was true, then God was too unfair to him. Why should everyone around him be hurt? Who is controlling everything and who is it?

Haotian was taken away by the wet nurse to supplement nutrition with a doubtful expression. Now he is completely numb. I don't know what he is doing?

"Son, do you remember me?"

A doubtful expression hung on Haotian's heart, and Haotian slowly woke up from that sad heart. After all, Haotian was constantly being hit, and his heart became extremely hard. It quickly entered the state.

"Are you?"

"I'm the old man, child..."

When Haotian heard this sentence, he was shocked and quickly said, "Where are you?"

"Don't look at it. I used the power of reincarnation to communicate with you. I know what you asked. Do you understand? I'll tell you that your fate has been stolen...

Haotian was extremely depressed. He raised his little head and looked into the distance with a deep look. He wanted to know who stole his fate? Who wants to destroy his fate? That kind of desperate fate keeps pouring out in my mind.

Helplessness, powerlessness, the end, looking up, what else is there besides these?