The Great Demon King

Chapter 175
Qian Song admitted that being able to recreate the scene he least wants to recall is really quite amazing.

Although the kid's mind is deformed, it can reflect the deepest haze, or weakness, of the enemy's heart like a mirror.

Saul was recruited, and was tortured to the point of cruelty;

The witch was also tricked, but it was a "soft knife", and she enjoyed it without knowing it;

Qian Song was also recruited, but he was the most face-saving person—the embarrassing past that he was least willing to recall was shown naked, which really made him panic.

It was very sweet for his girlfriend to feed him, but he choked to death after feeding. The scene was so curious that he never wanted to relive it again.

What's more, turning into his previous girlfriend to tease him is humiliating Qian Song's IQ.

MD, in his previous life, when his girlfriend was feeding him, he was obviously grinning silly, how could he be smiling so provocatively like the oiran in the brothel?
Hey, that smelly girl must have been frightened when she saw him choking to death right in front of her eyes, right?

"CNBB! The good mood is ruined!" Qian Song's mouth is foul when he is in a bad mood, and he swears all the dirty words: "Don't be caught by me, I promise I won't have your good juice!"

In fact, even if there is only a little bit of heartbeat, a little bit of trust, and a little wavering in Qian Song's heart, the "girlfriend" in front of him will be solidified, and Qian Song will live with his "lover" like a witch. Live like a fairy tale.

Sure enough, seeing that Qian Song was not caught, his "girlfriend" and the surrounding environment turned into a mosaic and disappeared.

Next, the scene transition:

Long-lost country lanes, familiar streams, familiar wheat fields, familiar neighbors in the same village.

Mom and Dad stood at the bridge, watching the vehicles coming and going, looking forward to it.

"Father, look at your phone. Has Xiaosong sent another message? Where has he been? How long will it take?" Qian Song heard his mother's voice for the first time in more than 100 years, and the voice traveled through time and space. , instantly pierced his heart.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

More exhortations to parting, turned around and shed tears.

Anyone who speaks insincerely will get San Chunhui.

"I...I swear." Qian Song's eyes were red, he suppressed the pain in his heart, hardened his heart, and said through gritted teeth: "How dare you touch me Nilin and use the image of my parents to amuse me? I... will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Qian Song's anger failed to stop the scene in front of him from continuing:
"Oh, let me see." Qian Song's father had flat fingers. When he was young, he worked as a worker in a steel rolling mill. In order to buy more cans of milk powder for his baby Qian Song, he went to the factory to work night shifts for three consecutive months. Fatigue and overdraft caused him to accidentally crush his right hand by a machine, leaving him permanently disabled.

He took out an elderly mobile phone with his left hand, squinted his presbyopia, and flipped through text messages while holding it away.

"No... my baby is probably on his way. By the way, have you cooked purple potatoes? My baby loves purple potatoes the most." Dad said, the wrinkles on his face formed ravines, which is suffering The marks carved on his face by the years.

"Old Qiantou, are you still waiting for your son?" A middle-aged man next to him walked across the bridge and said with a smile, "You still have this old antique? I heard that your son is a translator and the salary is very high. Why don't you ask him to replace you with a smartphone?"

Qian Song's father pursed his lips and said nothing.

He has never been good at words and has a dull personality. Qian Song wanted to change his cell phone and buy new clothes for him many times, but he sternly rejected them all.

His original words were: "Just enough is enough, don't waste it... Dad has no skills, the money you earn yourself, keep it for yourself as a wife."

"Huh? I said old money man, why don't you talk?" The middle-aged man was a bum when he was young, and he is still old and unruly when he is old, and he said in a strange way: "Look at your useless and poor appearance... No matter how much you save, you can’t save a house, right? By the way, do you know how much a house in the city costs now? Put your coffin book in, and you can’t afford a toilet..."

Qian Song's father trembled slightly, his eyes were red, but he remained silent.

Qian Song lowered his head, his eye sockets were blocked in the shadows, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He wished he could rush forward and smash the old rascal's rotten teeth into pieces one by one.

But he knew that as long as he took a step, he would be lost forever. From now on, he would be immersed in this illusion and never think of going out.

To be honest, not long ago, Qian Song looked down on Saul more or less in his heart—the majestic Thor, how could he fall into the trap so easily?

Only now did he realize that if things didn't happen to him, he couldn't empathize with them.

Only now did he understand what kind of torment and torture this was.

Not physical torture, but deep-seated, heart-wrenching grief.

How can I bear my father being insulted?
How can one stand still when one's dearest relatives are mocked by others?

But in the final analysis, these are all aggressive methods, all are illusions, stepping out one step at a time, and never being reborn, it depends on each person's determination.

"Hey, Qian Song, why are you lowering your head? Don't you dare to look at it?" The voice of the middle-aged man appeared in Qian Song's ear, teasing: "It seems that you are a coward just like your father. Being bullied and not even daring to fart..."

"You unfilial son! Your parents have raised you for many years, and this is how you repay them? You are the only child in your family, and your parents are old. Who will support them?"

"Useless waste! Why don't you raise a dog! You should go home and see your parents. You can't do it for the elderly, so you have to be there at the end of the day, right? What about you? Where did you die?"

"Bastard! A beast like you, who left your parents alone, deserves a thunderbolt!"

"Boom!"

Above the sky, the clouds are thick.

In the deep purple clouds, purple thunder is brewing.

It's a catastrophe!
That bastard "followed the law", "God" dispatched the Zixiao Shenlei to kill this unworthy son Qian Song!
So far, the two regrets in Qian Song's heart - choking to death on eating purple sweet potatoes and not being able to be filial to his parents - have been staged;
The biggest psychological shadow in Qian Song's heart——Zixiao Shenlei has also appeared on the stage.

As long as Qian Song feels deeply guilty about his regrets and denies himself like Thor;
As long as Qian Song has the slightest fear of this catastrophe, he will be split by it and lose consciousness, and the soul gem will be unstoppable!
The ability of this ancient life form seems to be a combination of the Soul Gem and the Reality Gem - first let you fall into an illusion, and your spirit is defeated, and then according to the illusion, the situation in it is solidified into reality, making people fall into it forever, unable to extricate themselves.

"The last ultimate move, is it in Jieyun?" Qian Song raised his head, his eyes were calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

This time, he has no fear.

Even if you are facing Zixiao Shenlei.

"boom!!!"

After crushing the ground, Qian Song rushed towards the sky like a missile.

After the brilliant tribulation thunders had gathered, it was like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky!

Qian Song sneered, rushed into the catastrophe, clasped his hands together, and tore it in the opposite direction, with a "crash", the ten thousand hectares of divine thunder was torn in half by him like a rag!
Qian Song's right hand slammed into the thunder cloud, and grabbed a deformed figure's neck.

"caught you!"

Qian Song ignored the struggle of the deformed figure in his hand, and dragged it in front of him. The cruelty and cruelty in his eyes made even God feel terrified when he saw it.

He smiled abnormally and licked his lips: "little thing, guess how I will hurt you next? Huh?"

　Thanks to the book friend [Luo Yi Wang Kong] for the reward of 5000 points!mwah!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)