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In the towering cemetery of the soul stone tomb, Berelica whispered her guess.

"Although the Lord of Truth is blind and foolish, he still has some basic behavioral logic. He is a ruthless soul devourer. The soul-trapping worm called by the soul trap is his creation - or, the child, he Instinctively yearns for the spiritual power of the soul, and will do everything possible to squeeze out every emotion of each soul. But he is fair, as long as you can survive his attack, you have the qualification to survive in the soul stone mound.

Serana mocked: "Is this fair?"

"He thinks it's fair, and with his chaotic and unclear character, it's far from arrogance, my child, if you deal more with the devil, you know how annoying some guys are, for example..." Lika lowered her voice, and did not say anything that was rebellious after all, "In short, this friend's soul is incomplete, but he has gained the spiritual power of his lover, so he behaves very naturally."

"So that's the case. So, seeing him suddenly in chaos, is it a manifestation of lack of mental power?"

Garna raised her head and actively explained: "It's not that simple. Back then, I experienced the **** game of the demon **** with my husband, and got a Mara amulet as a reward. It helped us connect together. We will not appear. In a state of lack of energy, it’s just that sometimes he gets tired, and I don’t want to appear to replace him."

"This is surprising, is there still a deal between the devil and the holy spirit?" Berelika smiled, lowered her eyes, thinking deeply.

"Who knows, now I am going to save my son, you can leave now."

Serrana said hurriedly, "I'll go too."

Berelica nodded, "This lady, your child is kind to us, we can't just sit back and watch. Besides, trapped in the soul stone for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one else in the world has studied this place in depth except me. Up."

Garna shook her head at them, "This is a matter for our family, and this is what my husband and I have always wanted-you are vampires, I am afraid I don't understand this feeling-the war took away our previous generation. , Our birth is not happy, our experience is not glorious, our love is not long, but we have our own children, as mothers, you should know what a child means, even if my husband and my soul are completely annihilated, As long as the child lives, this is not a kind of immortality..."

Berelica's heart was almost broken when she listened to her, she turned her head and looked at Serana with a kind look. Although the eldest lady is also very touched, she is not Garna after all, unable to bring her own experience, and the painful past of becoming a vampire makes her feel that immortality is not a commendable thing, she is now warmed by Berelica’s eyes Staring secretly embarrassed.

"Mother, tell me how we can help."

"Of course, we are going to confirm your child's condition now. If we can find a better body, then I can confirm his condition. As for the two of you, there are ways to cure it, but it needs some ‘nutrition’."

Garna looked flat, "I'm already dead, there is no difference between good and bad, I just want my son to grow up healthy."

Serrana looked strange, "Growing up? With all due respect, your child is already a strong man now."

"Really? It seems that I have slept for too long."

Berelica took out a bone bottle from the cloth sac around her waist. "The soul pods that grow around the soul stone mound, they thrive on the ubiquitous spiritual substance, and have a wonderful effect. This bottle is The extract, you can drink it, it can replenish your lost spirit."

Garna took the bone flask, but did not drink it immediately, "I have something to tell you."

"Listen thoroughly."

Garna stopped talking and remained silent for a long time. Her silence also silenced the two vampires who listened. Serrana looked at the ghost in front of her, a little confused. Why did this woman persist?

For future generations, for family, but what do these things mean?

Serrana thought of her crazy and embarrassed father and dogmatic and loving mother. What does it mean for them to distinguish between family and offspring?

Some things, if you don’t think about it, will evolve in a natural trajectory like invisible air, but once you think about it—no matter what kind of thinking, advanced, stupid, rough, and incisive, it’s always a very Tired, terrible thing.

Bai Shan once said to her, "Time will prove everything."

For vampires, this may be the final footnote of all their joys and sorrows.

Garna said softly, "I pray to the Holy Spirit and the Demon God with endless gratitude, and bless you. I want my child to have a complete soul, instead of leaving a certain part here to suffer pain. If all the efforts are Without results, you can dedicate my husband and me to the Lord of Truth and exchange back my soul."

According to the profound truth, the souls who survived the attack of Dunharvey possess the free character and can leave the soul stone mound and go to the kingdom of the Holy and God.

"Is it worth it?" Berelika asked in a low voice.

"My child, you will know him, because he is a destined hero who can compose endless epics. UU reading www.uukanshu.com he can't die here."

"I understand, sister."

Berelica is also a Nord, how can she not understand how glory is?

...

The corridor of sentient beings is endless. Even if all the souls in the world come here, they will never see each other.

At this time, the road Lu Zhengkang walked was full of dry hair and scales, and a little bit of spiritual matter overflowed from it, turning into a long blue line, and at the end was a squirming chaotic body-it, or he, body There was no light anymore, only the illusory floating of the spiritual substance scattered like a stream of fireflies, so that the darkness would not completely swallow everything.

The more you carry, the longer the road. Lu Zhengkang survived the fifth life, and the road to be traveled should be five times longer. No one knows the length.

Lu Zhengkang came to the candlelight with a distorted posture.

This flame, seemingly out of reach, is in fact always in front of you, but it is constantly nourished by Lu Zhengkang’s memory, transforming from illusion to reality, with a faint orange-red light, any candle in the world can emit such light. It's not worth rare, but here is all of Lu Zhengkang, his joys and sorrows, his persistence, his courage, his thinking, this candlelight is himself, just like the beauty of a butterfly flying from a cocoon phantom.

The evil spirit body wriggling on the ground has scales growing out of its skin, like eyes, bathed in candlelight.

The candlelight is the collection and meal of the Lord of Truth.

At the end of the passage there was an eye looking at the flame, extremely greedy.

"Dedication, dedication..."

"He will give, he can exchange everything he wants..."

Choose, Lu Zhengkang, exchange the soul for his mother's memory, or get the soul back and let himself survive.

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