President Hunting Love is too fierce

I saw the boy fell to the ground, struggling to crawl with his scarred hands. His eyes were full of tears, but he gritted his teeth and clung to the ground with all his strength.

Little by little, I climbed to the grave in front of me.

It was obviously only two meters away, but it seemed like it took him his whole life to climb tremblingly to the tombstone.

Seeing this scene, some female viewers couldn't hold back their tears.

It was extremely uncomfortable to watch. [

It seems that the extreme pain and despair in the protagonist's heart have been infected.

The young man gasped for a long time before he knelt down in front of the tomb, tremblingly picked up the dirty corner of his clothes to wipe the blood on his parents' tombstone.

In front of the tomb, the young man quietly talked about the warm days in the past, with a pure and happy light in his eyes.

But today's desolation seems so desolate.

With tears in his eyes, he talked about the past in that gentle voice, which made the audience's heart ache.

The north wind rustled like a knife blade, and the sad and distant sound of flute spread throughout the wilderness.

Suddenly, the boy's broken voice echoed in the air, no longer gentle and pure.

"We used to live such a happy life in a paradise, but their arrival ruined everything, destroyed my home, and took you away...Father, mother, you let me escape before you die, leave here to hide your name , forget everything."

The young man's painful face suddenly distorted, and the innocence and kindness in his eyes gradually turned into darkness and fell into the abyss.

His voice was still as soft as water, but with a bone-piercing ice-cold.

Like swords colliding, with fierce murderous aura.

"How can I forget this blood feud...I can't, I don't want to, I don't want to..."

There was madness in the boy's eyes, and his words, like the tip of a knife, echoed sharply in the valley.

Frightening.

"...Destroy all hope in my life...Only with their blood can I wash away this sorrowful sin. I will turn into a Shura and use this sword to pay homage to the souls of the dead. Haha..."

The young man stuck his sword in front of the tomb, and blood slowly flowed from his hand along the snow-white sword.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his brows were full of evil >

The original cowardice and innocence have completely faded away, leaving only the darkness that devours everything on his body, making him as strange as a manjushahua.

From a kind and carefree son of a family, Dugu Jing has completely reduced to a bloodthirsty Shura killer after this moment. [

The stage suddenly fell into darkness, indicating that the performance was over.