From Chopper To Cthulhu

"Now you not only hate Li Haonan, but also hate yourself, right? You think everything is your fault, and even if you are defiled by Li Haonan, you have your own responsibility."

Dao Lao's words sounded again, although the voice was as kind as Zhuang Zimiao's memory, but the words spoken were as sharp and sharp as a knife.

"Don't I hate myself, shouldn't I hate Li Haonan?"

When Zhuang Zimiao mentioned Li Haonan, his tone was as cold as a 16-degree air conditioner.

In He Zhen’s opinion, this Zhuang Zimiao would definitely have a great desire to survive before Li Goudan’s death, but once Li Goudan died, she would still choose to commit suicide. I hate myself.

"Oh, pitiful, pathetic, and sigh. I thought you were clever and able to understand and understand. Unexpectedly, you don't even know your enemy."

The voice in the kitchen knife suddenly became compassionate, as if sympathizing and pitiful Zhuang Zimiao.

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhuang Zimiao's pretty eyebrows furrowed tightly, and asked back.

"You hate Li Haonan because he killed your father, so why don't you hate the person who killed your mother?"

Grandma Dao's voice made Zhuang Zimiao's eyes widened suddenly.

"Me, my mother? The one who killed my mother? My mother was killed? This is impossible. Dad told me that my mother died of illness..."

Zhuang Zimiao stood up suddenly and said excitedly.

From the beginning of her memory, it was her father who was taking care of her. When Zhuang Zimiao was a child, she also envied other peers to be accompanied by his parents, although his father Zhuang Mumin had brought different women to Zhuang Zimiao many times and asked Zhuangzi. Miao wanted to have a "mother", but Zhuang Zimiao didn't like those women.

In short, having never seen his mother since childhood, growing up without her mother, is a scar in the bottom of Zhuang Zimiao's heart.

"Close your eyes, I will show you your mother's past."

Grandma Dao said.

Zhuang Zimiao was a little puzzled, but still closed his eyes-the darkness after closing his eyes only existed for a moment, Zhuang Zimiao saw the colorful changes before his eyes, and the wind blowing horses and golden drum flags also came in his mind. Various voices.

Obviously he was in the quiet cabin with his eyes closed, but Zhuang Zimiao saw countless images spread out before his eyes, as if he was on a battlefield of wind, sand, and iron horses.

Zhuang Zimiao was standing in the middle of this battlefield. Looking from both sides, there were densely packed armored warriors ready to go. Numerous flags were flying. Except for the different colors of the robes of the warriors on the two sides, the army on the left. "Chong" is written on the banner, and "Xing" is written on the banner of the army on the right.

"This is the battlefield of Datieling 19 years ago. That year, Beichong sent troops to fight against Nanxing, and the Southern Dynasty stocked up heavy troops here to counterattack. It was on this battlefield that your father and your mother met for the first time."

He Zhen imitated the voice of "Grandma" and acted as a voice-over for Zhuang Zimiao.

As He Zhen's use of "mind communication" became more and more proficient, his method of projecting images into the minds of the holders became more and more lofty. When he was bewitching Li Goudan, He Zhen still used "movies." The model is now basically a "VR" perspective.

As for the various scenes of the battlefield... He Zhen did not deceive Zhuang Zimiao, these are all real, and they are memories extracted from the soul of Zhuang Zimiao's father.

"This...what kind of means is this, how can this, this be possible!"

Zhuang Zimiao closed his eyes and "looked at" everything around him, with a look of shock on his face.

I can see things when I close my eyes, and everything is exactly the same as the real thing, let her witness it in my mind...

Such a method completely surpassed her imagination. It was definitely not a method in the world, it was a magical stroke.

At this moment, Zhuang Zimiao finally began to believe a little bit. Perhaps the kitchen knife in front of him could really be a spontaneous warrior born between heaven and earth?

"Your mother's name is Chu Hongxia. She studied in the Rainbow Valley. She has outstanding swordsmanship, noble morals, and magnificent appearance. She is a famous female fighter in Nanwu Forest."

The external voice did not continue to sound, and the picture before Zhuang Zimiao's eyes moved again. A dashing long lens brought Zhuang Zimiao closer to the southern army's array, passing the entire Chinese army's array, and finally stopped at the right flank. Pawn array.

Although most of these skirmishers wore Nanxing uniform uniforms, the weapons in their hands were varied, and their temperaments were completely different. There were men and women--these were all people from the Southern Dynasties.

Among them, there is a young woman holding a sword with a particularly outstanding appearance and temperament. She looks like Zhuang Zimiao. She is looking at the northern army on the opposite side while cheering up on the surrounding brothers and sisters:

"Now that the Demon Sect has become the Tongwu Hall of the Northern Dynasties, it has caused the entire northern martial arts to be a miasma. In recent years, many sects have been wiped out. Even if we have worked out this life, we must not let those The eagle dog's hand stretched in..."

"The female hero of Chu is right! If the remnants of the Demon Cult come to manage us, can we have a good life?"

"Fight with them!"

The surrounding Southern Dynasty martial arts people also shouted with high spirits.

"This is my mother..."

Zhuang Zimiao stared at his mother closely, with a solemn expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"And your father."

Grandma Dao's off-screen sound sounded, and the lens began to rotate rapidly, zooming in the direction of the northern army.

On the northern army’s skirmish line, there were also a large number of "Jianghu soldiers" wearing Dachong uniforms, but holding a variety of weapons-but these Northern Dynasties were at best semi-voluntary enlistment, mainly relying on unified military forces. Tang force recruitment.

Some of them are gathering together, talking wretchedly and laughing.

Zhuang Zimiao saw his father Zhuang Mumin during the period. Nineteen years ago, her father was 19 years ago, but he was not very refined, but seemed to be full of the cruel atmosphere of typical Jianghu people~ www.wuxiahere.com~ The female disciples of the Hundred Flower Clan that I caught a few days ago are really boring, they don’t cooperate at all, and they look just so-so! "

Zhuang Mumin spit on the ground, his expression still filled with expression.

"Haha, Brother Zhuang, I heard that there were many beautiful women in the army of the Southern Dynasties. If you can catch a few..."

A gangster on the side also said with a lewd smile.

"Then I can't kill her!"

Zhuang Mumin laughed together in cooperation, and at the same time showed some expectant expressions in his eyes, looking at the Nan Dynasty soldiers line on the opposite side.

"...This is my dad..."

Even in the "VR illusion", knowing that everything he saw in front of him was not real, but a scene from the past, Zhuang Zimiao couldn't help showing some contemptuous expression on his face-and then he was surprised to think of this person. It was his father, with a complicated look on his face.