Douluo: Take the little brother Tang San at the beginning!

Looking greedily at the white flower in full bloom on the other side of the lake, An Dong released his second soul skill, Group Flying, and was about to fly towards the middle of the lake.

But no matter how hard An Dong flapped his wings, he couldn't get more than 2 meters above the ground.

"It seems that flying is prohibited here." Ye Pingping said.

An Dong nodded, folded his wings and said, "Is it possible that we can only swim over?"

"How about you give it a try. Hey, why are you taking off your clothes?"

"Aren't you allowed to take off your clothes when swimming? Don't worry, I won't take off all my clothes and I won't let you take advantage of me."

"Go away." Ye Pingping said with a blush.Ye Pingping has long been accustomed to An Dong's playful and smiling state.He knew that An Dong was trying not to worry himself.In fact, in An Dong's heart, Ye Pingping could feel that when litchi lost its vitality, it had become extremely cold.How difficult it is for a person who has long been dead inside to still be able to face himself with a smile.

An Dong jumped up and jumped into the water. The expected graceful swimming posture did not appear. Instead, An Dong covered his head and climbed up.Only then did Ye Pingping realize that the water only covered An Dong's ankles.

An Dong walked towards the middle of the lake step by step.The further you go, the more violent the anger in the lake becomes.Gradually, the water in the lake reached his knees, and strong anger was introduced from his footsteps. An Dong could feel it, and the anger spread throughout his body along his blood vessels.It made An Dong's knees seem to have lost all feeling.

An Dong gritted his teeth and continued to walk towards the lake. Gradually, the lake water reached his waist. Unbearable pain came, and An Dong's whole body continued to twitch.Ye Pingping, who was watching from the side, was very worried, but she couldn't do much to help. Although her martial spirit could relieve the pain of her companions, for An Dong, it was a deadly poison, as if it was An Dong's nemesis.

An Dong curled up his body and endured the pain. The pain was as if his body was being stripped away. An Dong wished he could pass out immediately. An Dong's eyes turned red and his body was constantly changing.The huge anger spread throughout the body, and whenever it was about to reach his head and make him lose consciousness, the unknown white flowers in the lake would emit a burst of milky white light, bringing Andong's consciousness back to reality.

"Holy shit, it hurts. You might as well turn me into a demon and make me lose my mind, so I can't feel the pain. Are you kidding me by letting me feel this kind of pain while I'm conscious?" ?" An Dong raised his head and yelled at the flower.

However, it was to no avail. Gradually, Andong turned into a demon again. Whenever his eyes turned blood red, the milky white light would bring Andong back to reality.The huge wings kept flapping in the water, splashing onto An Dong from time to time, burning An Dong's body like sulfuric acid.

On the basis of becoming a demon in the past, An Dong's body has some more scales, and these scales seem to grow on An Dong's body.An Dong, who was not human in the first place, was now even more like a beast.If he hadn't been conscious, An Dong would have instantly wiped out all the living creatures he encountered around him, including Ye Pingping.

"Ah!!~~~" An Dong kept screaming, and gradually, the lake water touched An Dong's chest.At this time, An Dong only had one belief left, which was to move forward fearlessly.No matter how much anger erodes you, just move forward.

Gradually, the lake water covered An Dong's head.An Dong felt like his brain was about to be smashed.He kept hitting his head with his fists.But it was no use.Now he wants to twist his head off.But I can't do it myself.

Ye Pingping looked worriedly into the lake while resisting the heavy sleepiness. She saw bubbles constantly rising in the place where An Dong was submerged, and she didn't know what it was.Ye Pingping clenched her hands in front of her chest and kept praying.

Finally, in the middle of the lake, a hand stretched out. To be precise, it was a claw. The claw grabbed the flower in the middle of the lake and pulled it out hard.

An Dong pulled out the flowers and fell weakly into the lake.Slowly, his body floated.It seems as if there is no gravity on its own.That feeling, indescribable comfort, all the pain was gone.He just wanted to sleep: "I feel so sleepy and my head feels dizzy." An Dong said slowly.

It seemed that I had fallen into a dreamland. In my sleep, I was floating and sleeping in the lake.

"Hey, who would dream that they are sleeping?" An Dong asked doubtfully.

In the hollow, a voice came: "Hello, little one."

"Hello, old guy." An Dong replied dazedly.

The owner of the voice seemed stunned, and then continued: "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"No, I want to sleep." If An Dong was awake, he would never answer like this to unknown matters. After all, seeking death and seeking death are not the same concepts.All of this was An Dong's subconscious answer.

There was a brief silence, as if the source of the sound was speechless, and a hollow voice came again: "What are you doing?"

"sleeping."

"Well, I'm Death," the hollow voice continued.

An Dong said doubtfully: "Oh, then am I dead?"

"Yes, not quite."

"Oh, that's good." After saying that, An Dong closed his mouth again and seemed to be sleeping again.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, and he said to himself: "Let me introduce myself. I am a trace of consciousness left by the God of Death. In fact, the God of Death has left many consciousnesses on this continent, testing different people. Human beings hope that the destined person can obtain their inheritance. The difficulty of each place is different, and this is the most difficult place. Originally, the God of Death never thought that anyone would pass the postgraduate entrance examination here. Thinking of it, I met you. Back then, the God of Death fought with the God of Plague. In the end, the God of Plague was shameless and called for reinforcements. He borrowed the power of God Begonia and used an item to seal the God of Death's weapon: the Sickle of Death here. That item was Begonia. The God spit out the Begonia of Sleep, and then the God of Plague used his divine power to not only prohibit flying, but also put plague poison in the lake, making it difficult for people with weak will to approach. However, he did not expect that someone would actually take Huangquan Netherworld Grass. . And to be able to survive being devoured by the vicious aura of the Netherworld Grass. I have to say, this is simply a miracle."

Seeing that An Dong didn't speak, the hollow voice continued: "So, as a reward for your successful test, this weapon is given to you."

A black sickle slowly descended from the sky. This sickle is extremely uncoordinated for ordinary people to use. With a handle of more than two meters and a tip of more than one meter long, it must be extremely inconvenient to wield. .

"Since your power is still unable to control him, I put a seal on it. As your power increases, its seal will be slowly lifted. When you completely lift his seal, it will bring You seek the inheritance of Death."