Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

The body needs sleep to restore its physical strength, and the soul also needs sleep to restore its mental strength.

After persisting for two weeks, Qian Yuehuan could no longer bear the heaviness on her eyelids, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In sleep

Qian Yuehuan's consciousness floated into a dark place.

Here, she saw a little boy squatting in the corner, holding her and drawing circles.

The little boy also turned around and looked at Qian Yuehuan. When he saw her, he immediately smiled and said happily, "You are finally here!"

The little boy was naked and looked only three or four years old. He had black-purple hair, but his skin was fair and chubby.

Qian Yuehuan swallowed her saliva. Fortunately, she dreamed of a child and not something else, otherwise the naked body would be really an eye-catcher.

Qian Yuehuan, who thought she was in a dream, faced the little boy and pinched the fat on his belly with evil fun.

"Kid, what's your name?"

The little boy blinked his innocent eyes and answered, "My name is Disaster!"

Qian Yuehuan's smile froze and she shook her head helplessly, "Don't be ridiculous, there is no one with this name."

The little boy was puzzled, "But many people call me that."

Qian Yuehuan couldn't laugh anymore. Wait, is this really a dream?

How can someone's name be called "Disaster?"

Could it be that I cared a lot about Qian Jia's words "The silver-haired baby girl is a symbol of disaster", so I thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night, and then I met a boy who called my name "Disaster".

In an instant, Qian Yuehuan's gaze towards the little boy became much more complicated. Could it be that this little boy was a symbol of herself?

Qian Yuehuan took the boy's hand and said seriously, word by word,

"The name Disaster doesn't sound nice. From now on, you will be called A Xing."

"Axing means lucky."

The little boy's eyes lit up. "Does that mean I'm a lucky boy? Thank you, I like this name!"

Seeing Axing so happy, Qianyuehuan also felt happy.

But A Xing's next words completely stunned Qian Yue Huan, "Then please play with me. You will be leaving in a few minutes. You don't have much time left to accompany me."

The expression on Qian Yuehuan's face froze.

After a long while, she finally said, "So, I'm not dreaming?"

Ah Xing blinked and suddenly became angry, "I spent a long time to pull your consciousness into my domain, and you thought you were dreaming!"

Qian Yuehuan asked in confusion, "So where am I? Who are you? What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Ah Xing said proudly, "I am the incarnation of the noble source of plague. As for this place, to translate it in your words, it is the world behind the gray door in the miracle."

"As for why I can bring your consciousness here, it is because you have the same aura as me. You also have a source of plague in you. Because of this, I can use my divine power and the connection between the two sources of plague to bring you here."

Qian Yuehuan could understand the first part, but she was a little confused after hearing the latter part. "Wait, what is the source of the plague you are talking about?"

Ah Xing's eyes widened. "You don't even know what the source of the plague is, then how come you have a copy of it?"

Qian Yuehuan was even more confused. "You said it was the source of the plague, so why did you say it was the source of the plague? How many sources of the plague are there?"