Being immersed in the situation, Zhongli Hongyi once again noticed that what he saw and heard had changed quietly.
He followed his past eyes in his memory, raised his head and looked forward, and saw a black and white mourning hall gradually came into view. Little Chen Yao, dressed in white, cried in tears in the mourning hall.
The hoarse and childish cry of pain can be heard clearly even from a very distance away.
Her parents, Chen Ping'an and Wen Simin, also burst into tears and burst into tears, but because of the guests coming and going, they had to cheer up and face the guests with a smile.
The mournful and solemn funeral music sounded out in a melodious and low tone.
The music disturbs people's hearts.
It made Chen Xiang's parents and sister cry even more heartbroken.
The white-haired man giving the black-haired man a gift is happening right in front of his eyes, making people sad when he hears it and crying when he sees it. The portraits placed in the mourning hall are so young and innocent. They died young and the world is filled with great sorrow.
Although it was Chen Xiang who had leg cramps in the water and then something happened.
But Zhongli Hongyi blamed himself very much for this, was filled with regret, and felt particularly uncomfortable. If he hadn't proposed diving and fishing, perhaps this incident would not have happened.
"Xiangzi, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have made bad ideas..." After entering the mourning hall, he put incense sticks on Chen Xiang, suddenly fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and murmured painfully to himself in a low voice.
: "I won the game, but lost my brother..."
"How I wish that what I'm seeing now is just a nightmare and you're still alive."
"Brother, please come back soon, wuwuwu...!" Inside the mourning hall, little Chen Yao's eyes were red from crying, and her voice was hoarse: "I will never bother you... playing games with me anymore, I
Whatever... I listen to you..."
"If I hadn't just been playing and could have turned my head and looked at you one more time, nothing would have happened to you, brother."
The more I think about it, the more I regret it, and the more painful I feel.
Little Chen Yao raised her right hand and swung it towards her face, but was grabbed by Wang Wutian who came in with Zhong Li Hongyi.
"Yao Yao, my condolences!" Wang Wutian groaned a few times, not knowing how to comfort her.
He had no choice but to reach out and pat her shoulder gently.
"Wow, brother Wutian, my brother is dead, he is dead..." Little Chen Yao suddenly threw herself into Wang Wutian's arms, tears welling up in her eyes. She cried more and more sadly, and a pair of young and soft arms hugged him tightly.
waist.
Zhongli Hongyi turned his head slightly, looked at the crying little Chen Yao, and made a vow secretly.
"Xiangzi, don't worry, I will definitely help you protect your sister."
"Just think of me as paying for your life..."
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The light and shadow in front of me quietly changed again.
At this time, Zhongli Hongyi and Chen Yao have grown up a bit, and they have the lively atmosphere of young boys and girls.
Every day before and after school, he would protect her as she walked on the road, glaring fiercely at the gangsters and bad students squatting near the corner of the road with his eyes, as if he was about to commit murder.
The burly figure with big shoulders and round waist looks very intimidating.
This fierce posture like a personal bodyguard made the gangsters and bad students dare not provoke the slim beauty Chen Yao, who was an extremely famous flower in the school.
All of them only dared to take a peek.
It's not like no one has ever provoked Zhongli Hongyi before, but the end result was that he was either beaten into a cripple or disabled by the madman Zhongli Hongyi.
He has a bad reputation and no one dares to offend him.
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Just like that, day after day.
Zhongli Hongyi, who had been with Chen Yao for a long time, suddenly felt a little romantic, and developed some male-female love for this little beauty who he once regarded as his sister.
It's a pity that Chen Yao has no romantic feelings for him and only treats him as an older brother.
He could only suppress his secret love in his heart.
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The day after the mysterious blue ice rain came.
Zhongli Hongyi successfully reunited with his parents, but all kinds of abnormal scenes made him very worried about Chen Yao, who had just started college in a far away place. However, the journey was long and full of crises.
He couldn't abandon his parents, so he could only pray that Chen Yao would be fine.
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When Wang Wutian came back with Chen Yao and others, Zhongli Hongyi was very happy in his heart.
Now that he is an adult, he is much more stable than before. The unrequited love in his youth has been well hidden in his heart and is not known to outsiders.
After many twists and turns and dangers.
When he heard that Wang Wutian and Chen Yao were engaged, he felt very uncomfortable.
Staying alone in the room, drinking for half the night, and thinking a lot. In the end, he chose to let go of his own initiative, no longer clinging to his innocent crush, and let Chen Yao pursue her own happiness.
He even made a gift with his own hands and gave it to Chen Yao and Wang Wutian.
I wish them a happy and loving life.
From persistence to relief.
He tasted and experienced joy, anger, worry, sorrow and fear one by one. Only after entering the world of mortals and enduring hard work could he emerge from it and master himself.
The heart of Tao gives birth to demonic seeds, and the seeds scatter demonic spirits.
Seven different demon species, transformed into Nirvana, emerged from their cocoons and turned into butterflies. They quickly condensed and took shape in his unexplored sea of consciousness. The powerful spiritual power forcibly opened up the divine treasure of the sea of consciousness.
Let it develop and evolve.
At this moment, Zhongli Hongyi felt a clear and comfortable feeling in his mind, his whole body was at ease, and his wisdom was greatly expanded, like divine help.
"I won the game, but lost my brother..." A deep voice came out quietly from his mouth. Zhongli Hongyi looked up at Wang Wutian, smiled calmly, and said: "My seven demons have taken shape."
"Oh? Summon it and take a look." I, Wang Wutian, felt a little curious about this.
The opening up of Zhongli Hongyi's sea of consciousness cannot be hidden from his spiritual perception. When his spiritual consciousness is released, the seven souls and seven demons can freely release themselves.
"Shua...!"
Rays of light flashed through.
In the pavilion, seven more strange figures appeared.
They looked like black people, and they were uniformly dressed in funeral attire with white inside and black outside, hats of the same color on their heads, and shoes of the same color on their feet.
The figure leading among them held a suona in both hands, with a solemn expression.
The six figures behind him were neatly divided into two, carrying a pure white coffin on their shoulders. It was engraved with weird and gorgeous patterns, and the expressions on their faces were both solemn and compassionate.
It's like a professional funeral procession.
"These are the seven demons of the Tao Heart that I condensed. I call them the seven demons of the funeral." Zhongli Hongyi looked complicated and sighed leisurely: "The knot in my heart was caused by the funeral."
"My seven demons were also born because of the funeral."
He snapped his fingers casually.
The leader of this professional funeral procession immediately picked up the suona and started playing.
The melodious and weird music sounded out of thin air and echoed in the pavilion. Six figures behind him immediately carried the coffin on their shoulders and danced gracefully, creating a strong funeral rhythm.