C2 seventh reincarnation

News of the plane's sudden loss of connection spread quickly across the globe, and countless helpers began to search for it.

People were praying that the plane would simply veer off course, that the people on board would be all right, that their families would be safe.

He disappeared. The plane disappeared just like that. It was with endless expectations and people couldn't see it at all.

"Without strength, you're not even comparable to a dog!"

These words, which made Ling Hao's mind ache, still echoed in Ling Hao's ears. He felt his entire world grow drowsy, and he wanted to open his eyes to take one last look at Xiao Qing. He did not really believe it.

"Where is this?" Am I not on a plane? "

It took Ling Hao a lot of effort to open his eyes a crack, but in front of him, it was a blur and a vast expanse of whiteness. In an unknown place, there seemed to be someone sitting with his back facing him, this scene made him think that he was in a dream.

"This doesn't seem like a dream, right?"

Ling Hao looked at that person again, that person's back was extremely blurry, Ling Hao's thoughts were also very blurry, he did not even know if that person truly existed or not.

"Who are you?" The white mist roiled unceasingly, and the ice-cold feeling made Ling Hao feel like this wasn't a dream.

"Am I dreaming? Or was everything before just a dream? " Ling Hao suddenly asked herself from the bottom of her heart.

Xiao Qing was no longer there, the surrounding classmates were no longer there, and the plane was no longer there.

Recalling the failure of his confession from before and the disdainful gaze from Xiao Qing, Ling Hao felt a piercing pain from the bottom of his heart.

He dreamt that it was a dream, that it was real, that there was no confession, no blow.

"Where the hell am I? What is real? " Ling Hao glanced at that person again, "Can you tell me?"

That person was still motionless and did not make a sound. However, Ling Hao could feel that, that person was definitely not a dead person, because his body continued to exude an endless amount of vitality.

Ling Hao suddenly had a bad feeling, a thought emerged in his mind: Everything that has happened is real.

"Without strength, you're not even comparable to a dog!"

The voice seemed to come from the man's mouth, yet it seemed to extend like a needle, echoing within Ling Hao's heart, stinging him, his breathing had become sluggish, his entire body turning cold, and then looking at the fog in front of him rolling about, it was as though a demon had opened its mouth to swallow him, looking at it, it was extremely shocking.

Ling Hao did not dare to walk forward. He thought that it was very likely that he would be pushed to the point where his bones would shatter if he stepped on the cliff.

"Without strength, you're not even comparable to a dog!"

His words were like a gangrene on the bones, and then slowly rang beside Ling Hao's ears. In the blink of an eye, the muscles on his face began to twitch ferociously.

It was cold and lonely, and the words were harsh.

Ling Hao felt that he was about to die.

"AHH …."

Ling Hao could not help but let out a loud roar, he felt as though his mind was filled with a whole world. Evil words, countless of noisy sounds were reverberating in his head, trying to block his ears to not listen to these sounds.

The person in the distance moved! The corner of his mouth opened, and a vague, barely audible voice resounded, "The heaven and earth are heartless to all beings, but the human heart is heartless. You don't even know what a ruminant dog is!"

"AHH!"

Ling Hao was about to go crazy, why did everyone say that, even someone who did not know who he was, did not even know if he was human or not.

"It's not like that! It's not like that! I have the strength! "

Ling Hao roared towards the sky, as he tightened all the muscles in his body, "Move! You f * cking move! " He used all of his strength and all of his strength, finally lifting his foot and taking a step forward. He didn't know why, but he had to take this step forward. Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the same position for too long and wanted to change his position, or perhaps he was trying to change something …

This step of his was empty. There was only a layer of fog, and below it was nothingness.

Layers upon layers of what seemed to be worlds, and who knew how many layers of worlds there were. In the deepest part of the void, a gigantic whirlpool was slowly rotating, and within the whirlpool, a gigantic hand extended out and grabbed onto Ling Hao's body, forcefully pulling him into the whirlpool, "I will allow you Seventh reincarnation, if you truly do not have strength, you will forever be exterminated under the firmament."

"No!"

Ling Hao's voice was drowned out by the vortex.

"stomp him to death, kill him for me …"

Ling Hao was trying his best to endure the pain of being torn apart, when he heard a string of curses coming from beside his ear. He then felt something falling on his body, and with each movement, he felt an incomparable pain, and barely opened his eyes.

Ling Hao's mind was in a mess, from the confession on the plane to the fog before, to the moment of being inexplicably hit, everything was still fresh in his mind.

The surrounding changed, everything flowed. Ling Hao did not know if the current scene in front of his eyes was reality or a dream.

"Drag him up! He is not allowed to move! "

A domineering, yet young and tender voice sounded beside his ears. Just as Ling Hao came back to his senses, he saw two children, both dressed in long robes, seven or eight years old, pulling him up from the ground.

A robe?

Ling Hao looked down, he did not know when his clothes had turned into long robes.

Just then, waves after waves of information rushed into Ling Hao's mind. In the blink of an eye, his eyes widened, as he knew that this was a new world, a new place.

Seeing a seven or eight year old child on the opposite side who was as tall as him, Ling Hao didn't know what was going on.

Some information naturally appeared in his mind. The person in front of him was the son of the ruler of this town.

He himself was the son of an old hunter, and he was seven years old this year. He lived in a small village deep in the mountains.

Today, he came with his father Lingyun to sell his prey. Because his father had matters to attend to, he left. On the other hand, he accidentally touched the son of the hegemon, bringing about disaster.

"Stinky kid, didn't you hear what I said? I told you not to move! "

He wanted to resist, but his body was powerless, and he couldn't even struggle. His body was curled up into a ball, and he used all his strength to protect his head, allowing the three children's feet to step on his body like raindrops.

He kept telling himself in his heart that he must persevere and not be killed, because this was a new world, and perhaps this was a new beginning.

The three children were tired and stopped. Ling Hao laid there motionlessly, covered in blood.

"Pui!" "A guy without strength is even worse than my dog!"

The son of the hegemon said in disdain, and then turned around and left. Ling Hao looked on helplessly as everything happened, and the bottom of his heart felt extremely uncomfortable.

The same words echoed in a continuous manner and they never left.

"It's that again!" Strength? Am I really powerless? Can't I possess my own strength? "

Ling Hao raised his arms with much difficulty and looked down at his body. He bit his lips tightly with his teeth and his eyes were filled with hatred and determination.

"No, I want to become stronger, I want to have my own strength, I don't believe that I can't have strength!" I don't believe I can't change my life. "

Ling Hao did not care about the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He clenched his teeth and stood up, then growled out, "Come back, you guys come back here, I will kill you all!"

The Hegemon's son stopped and turned around, his eyes brimming with contempt. "Kill us?"

At this moment, Ling Hao was afraid and stumbled back two steps, "I …"

The Overlord's son walked in front of Ling Hao once again. "I didn't kill you, that's also considered my great kindness, but you don't know gratitude, and even dared to say something like kill us, who doesn't know death. To tell you the truth, even if I kill you now, no one will care about it, and no one will stand up for you either. "Kill him."

A group of children rushed forward in a flash. Just as Ling Hao raised his fist, he was kicked by a little kid.

She didn't want to die, he didn't want to die in this new world again. But when the fists of those children fell on his body, the pain was unbearable to him, to the point that his bones were shattered. She was in so much pain that she wanted to die, "Stop, I beg you to let me go.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering continuously resounded as he swallowed down the blood that continuously bubbled up from his throat. Ling Hao's voice of begging was already like a mosquito's buzz as a suction force came from high up in the sky, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

"Why?" When his soul left his body, Ling Hao used everything he had to shout these words.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The voice of the Hegemon's son reverberated inside Ling Hao's mind as a huge, tearing pain filled his mind, causing his consciousness to slowly dissipate.

In a trance, with white fog s surrounding him, Ling Hao understood that he had once again returned to that space.

This time, Ling Hao's body seemed to have adapted to it. Although his movements were difficult, it wasn't as difficult as last time. Ling Hao instinctively looked in the familiar direction, and sure enough, that person was still there.

There were more and more mysteries in Ling Hao's mind, "Who the hell are you?"

After a long while, just like before, the person slowly measured half of his head, and a cold voice sounded, "Is this your strength?"

Ling Hao didn't understand what was happening, but he understood clearly that this was not a dream, but a reality, "No, this is not my strength!"

"Isn't it? Did you not hear yourself begging for mercy? "

"I …"

"You were beaten to death by the son of the hegemon, and your body was abandoned in the wilderness. Your master went to that hegemon's house and was killed at the door, and no one dared to retrieve his corpse for seven days and seven nights. The reason for all this is just because you contradicted the son of the hegemon.

"I …"

"You don't know anything. The so-called strength is just a feeling that you're conceited and weak."

In the midst of the darkness, Ling Hao felt a warm feeling flowing through his heart.

Instantly, Ling Hao opened his eyes. Looking at the ash-yellow wooden beam above his head, he knew that he wasn't dead.

In his mind, he could clearly see what had happened when he was seven. To his surprise, he was now nineteen.

Is this for real? Or was it a dream?

Ling Hao was in a mess, everything that happened in the past nineteen years was reverberating in his mind. It was as if yesterday had only passed by as everything was extremely clear.

For more than a decade, he had learned to hunt from his august father, and to learn from his loving mother.

Nineteen years. He had watched himself grow up and learned a lot of knowledge.

Ling Hao was clear that he had not experienced this before, but nineteen years of memories seemed to have been carved into his soul, causing him to clearly feel it was chaotic, but at the same time, feel it clear.

At this moment, two people walked in from the door. The man was tall and sturdy, his square face was filled with majesty, and his eyes were filled with a cold light, like a beast ready to strike.

Even though the woman was dressed simply, it couldn't hide the refreshing feeling she had. There was a hint of love on her beautiful face, and her gentle eyes made people involuntarily warm up.

"Hao'er, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" When Ling Hao saw the girl rushing forward, and saw the caring eyes of the girl in front of him, he felt moved from the bottom of his heart.

Ling Hao looked at the woman, then at the dignified man beside her, and felt a warm sensation all over his body. Unconsciously, he opened his mouth: "Father, Mother, I'm much better now, I've made you worry!"

Facing the couple, Ling Hao did not know what was going on. The memories in his mind were extremely clear, as if the two were his father and mother, the family of three had lived for nineteen years.

"Ling Yun, where's your Ling Hao? The king has ordered for the conscription of troops, get Ling Hao to come out and register!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, followed by a chaotic sound coming from outside the house.

Just then, a group of soldiers rushed into the house. Among them, there was a man leading the group who wore armor.

"Ling Yun, didn't you say that Ling Hao was not present? Hurry and let him come with me, it's urgent that he join the border war, he wants to immediately join the army! "

Ling Hao's mind rumbled as he looked at the man who spoke to him with a somewhat familiar feeling. In his memory, he remembered that this man was precisely the son of the hegemon who had beaten him up twelve years ago.

"No, my lord, I beg of you! Hao'er is still so young, I beg of you!" Ling Hao saw that her mother's face was covered in tears.

At this moment, Ling Hao saw that his father's dignity had disappeared, and he similarly kneeled in front of the hegemon's son while begging.

"Humph!" The overlord's son kicked out.

"Ling Hao, come with us. You are a man, you are not even as strong as a dog, only the battlefield can allow you to display your strength!"

As the hand of the hegemon's son grew larger in his eyes, Ling Hao saw that the world in front of his eyes was slowly turning black.

Suddenly, his dazed mind jolted and a familiar voice rang out once more: Life is reversible, is the result the same? In this life, let me see your strength!