Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

A pair of swan-like snow-white wings grew from the back of the white-haired boy, and the whole body exuded a warm white light. This is the state of the ghost of a ghostly white tiger.

At this time, Hemingway was stretching out his hands, and his palms were bulging with small cat-like flesh pads. With his tiny body, he firmly blocked the blue breath with a diameter of ten meters!

The ability of the meat ball fruit finally came into play at this moment!

Firmly resist the oncoming terrifying breath, so that it cannot advance for half a minute!

Originally, if he was strong enough, he could easily bounce this breath back. It is a pity that due to his weak strength, he has almost exhausted his strength just by maintaining such a stalemate.

"what?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King, who was exhaling the breath of destruction with his mouth wide open, looked at the small figure in front of him standing in front of his breath, and a hint of surprise flashed in his only remaining eye.

Weird, so weird.

It stands to reason that the breath it exhales is composed of energy mixed with pure water essence. Even if it is blocked by someone, the remaining energy will start to splash in all directions. How could it be so stalemate? It was as if this breath had become an entity. It's really weird.

What made this breath have such a change?

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King became interested, and began to slowly increase the energy of the breath in his mouth. He saw that the power of the breath gradually increased... He wanted to see, how long can this overbearing little bug resist?

"I'm absolutely insane!"

At this time, Hemingway, who was struggling to resist the increasingly terrifying breath of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, had only this thought in his mind, and he became more and more certain that there was absolutely something wrong with his head.

Otherwise, why would he be so stupid and run over as if he had lost his mind to block the fatal blow for the pirate father and daughter? !

There is absolutely no reason.

He and the father and daughter are not relatives, but have a grudge on the contrary. Seeing that the father and daughter were about to die under the breath of the devil whale, they should have watched with cold eyes, and it was no exaggeration to even applaud. In the end, he ran to block the fatal blow for the father and daughter...

To be honest, Hemingway himself had no idea what he was thinking. Why are you running back to die? He only knew his own heart, and he couldn't just watch this girl come and die like this. He took the opportunity to escape...

Humans are extremely impulsive creatures.

Often driven by emotions and desires, he does all kinds of things that usually seem extremely irrational.

There is no doubt that Hemingway's self-esteem as a man made it impossible for him to just watch the girl he likes die alone.

After more than a month of getting along day and night, Zizhuo took care of him in every possible way when he was in a coma. In fact, Hemingway had already had a slight affection between men and women for this girl. already? Is that still a man? !

If he just abandoned her and ran away alone, I'm afraid even he himself would look down on him.

There will be pimples in my heart all my life.

Become his eternal demon!

So here he is.

Stop worrying about what you have and what you don't, and follow your inner guidance.

Without hesitation, he stood in front of Purple Pearl and blocked the breath of the devil whale that could destroy everything for her!

"Boom!"

The already terrifying aqua blue breath is getting deeper and deeper!

Hemingway, who was holding out his hands to block it, could clearly feel that the power of his breath was gradually increasing, his bones were creaking, and it was obvious that the power of his breath was slowly exceeding his limit... Once he couldn't bear it, the result was obvious. Everything will be wiped out under this breath of destruction!

To be honest, I feel that the power is getting stronger and stronger, I can't bear it gradually, and death is gradually coming... It's really bad!

A little less mentally tolerant,

At this point, I'm afraid it's already broken. Just give up resistance and die.

But Hemingway's brain was sober and calm as never before. There was no fear of the imminent death, but a faint relief.

"It's over, is this the end for me..."

"Unexpectedly, in the end, it was you who ended my life..."

He looked forward quietly, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the blue breath, and he saw the deep sea devil whale king with one eye full of playfulness.

Slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, all the memories of the past and present appeared like a slideshow in his mind... In the past life, he was mediocre and had no relatives. In this life, he came from a noble family and has a mother who loves him the most... Unfortunately, all the good things have been dissipated by the destruction of others. He also went from the prince who was dressed in brocade and food to a deserted island...

Wandering, helpless, confused... Hemingway once again tasted the loneliness of his previous life.

It's just that the blow this time is far greater than the previous life. After all, I never got it in my last life, so how can I lose it. But in this life, he has gained and lost. He has no relatives, and he is on a deserted island. He can't feel any warmth in this world... He really feels his powerlessness and the cruelty of the world!

hatred!

He hated that Empress Xing Luo, who was jealous of his talent, and even more hated that ruthless and unrighteous Emperor Lao Tzu.

But what I hate the most is the weak and powerless self!

Suddenly.

Hemingway opened his eyes, as if an invisible force was waking up within him...

This strength supported him, made him forget his fear and death, and gave him unparalleled confidence and courage!

Yes.

He felt it.

That power is actually hidden in the heart from beginning to end, it is the light that belongs to the soul! But because he came to this strange world, he was wandering on a deserted island, hesitant and helpless without relatives... The confusion in his heart cast a thick layer of dust on his heart, obscuring the light.

But at this moment, under the great terror of life and death, a shimmer of light finally pierced the dust, and gradually bloomed a little bit of brilliance...

"How can I... stop here!"

A little red light lit up from his azure blue pupils, and those beautiful eyes like the sea were gradually covered with a layer of blood... The originally clear and beautiful eyes turned into a dark and cruel ominous!

"A beast... also worthy of ending me!"

He didn't get his revenge.

How can you just die here so uselessly.

After crossing into this world, but even his own light has not bloomed, he will die in this backcountry with such suffocation.

Just like an ant, a wave can't be startled in this world...

I hate Hemingway! ! !

"Boom!!!"

There seemed to be an invisible roar in the ear.

Hemingway looked ahead, as if something bound in his body shattered at this moment, and the turbulent and endless power gushed out from the body!

Rays of light pierced through the dust that blinded the soul, and it seemed as if the heart had broken free at this moment.

A natural, carefree.

Unrestrained and wonderful emotions flooded my heart...

I have a pearl,

Been locked by dust for a long time.

Today the dust is full of light,

According to thousands of broken mountains and rivers.