Douluo: Tang San is my brother

Looking at Tang Xi's earnest and firm eyes, Aya sighed, "It's up to you, but you will remember it for me, and you must come back alive."

Tang Xi raised a bright smile, "Yes, I will."

Tang Xi looked at the unattainable cursed heart in the sky, and a surge of breaking power erupted in an instant. Tang Xi stepped up in the air, and blossoming peonies formed under his feet to form a path leading to the cursed heart. flower path.

Tang Xi walked up the flower path, and every time he took a step, golden ripples could be set off in the air.

There are eighteen layers of transparent borders around the cursed heart, and the layers of borders began to rotate the moment Tang Xi approached.

When Tang Xi stretched out his hand to reach into the outer first layer of borders, he suddenly felt a tingling pain under his feet, as if the soles of his feet were scratched by a piece of iron.

But Tang Xi didn't stop because of this. Instead, she continued to walk forward calmly. When she touched the second outer border, she felt the feeling she was familiar with, the feeling that she was surrounded by acupuncture, piercing The sharp feeling of breaking the skin and viscera.

Tang Xi knew that these eighteen layers of transparent borders represented the punishment and pain of the eighteen layers of hell.

The First Floor of Hell: Road to the Sea of ​​Swords
Hell Second: Surrounded by Despair
Tang Xi had endured these punishments tens of millions of times, without even affecting the pace of his feet.

On the sixth frame, Tang Xi was sweating profusely, which was the pain of being torn apart.

On the eighth frame, Tang Xi's body began to tremble continuously, which was the pain of the evisceration.

However, as he entered the transparent border on the tenth floor, Tang Xi's speed slowed down a bit, and his complexion paled a lot. This was the pain of being crushed to death.

On the No.12 frame, Tang Xi spit out a lot of blood, and his internal organs were violently writhing. This is the pain of the torture.

But Tang Xi still kept his back straight and stepped forward with a firm face.

In front of the No.17 frame, Tang Xi paused.

No.17 layers of hell, loneliness...

Tang Xi chuckled suddenly, but that smile was full of bitterness. She just lost Xiao Yu in the No.17 layer of hell.

This time, she has nothing to lose.

Tang Xi stepped into this transparent frame without hesitation. The moment he entered, the suffocating feeling of loneliness seemed to wrap Tang Xi's whole body.

Many pictures appeared in front of her eyes. She knew that they were all illusions, but she couldn't control her red eyes.

At the last moment of his grandfather Tang Chen's death, he murmured Tang Xi's name in his mouth, and finally died with tears in his eyes. The only person in this world who thought of himself also left.

Xiao Yu, who was close to being transparent and gradually dissipating, lowered her head and smiled at Tang Xi with tears in her eyes, and said in gentle words: "Don't cry, I hate you crying the most, and I won't leave you. I can always be with you Your left and right..."

Immediately afterwards, a burst of light spots flooded into the sky. In this world, there is no one who loves her like Xiao Yu.

Looking at every corner of the world, the happiness and bustle of others has nothing to do with Tang Xi, Tang Xi is like someone who has been abandoned by this world.

The dark sky, the passers-by, the empty heart, the envy of others to the final loss, the falling rain fell on Tang Xi's face and turned into tears.

This repeated scene made Tang Xi suffer repeated loneliness, and the time was long and tormented.

When all these illusions ended, Tang Xi's eyes were red and tears were shed unconsciously.

Thinking of what was about to happen later, Tang Xi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, choked up and said, "Really, there's nothing to cry about. Soon, very soon, I'll be free."