Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 119 Traumatic Amnesia

"Xiao Qi's physical condition is not stable. Maybe you should take her back." The Goddess of Life discovered a clue.

If you just go back a little bit in the time on the light curtain, you can find that Tang Xiaoqi fainted due to headaches too frequently.

How could this be possible? Tang San knew very well that if he took Xiao Qi back, the Goddess of Life would definitely find out that there was something wrong with Xiao Qi's soul. Once it was discovered that he had split Xiao Qi's soul, how could he maintain his image as a kind father?

More importantly, without Xiao Qi, who will help him catch the son of luck?

But this child was really disobedient. Not only did she fail to build a good relationship with the Son of Fortune, she also kept having wild thoughts. She was not the good girl he imagined at all.

"If you are worried about affecting her experience, I can also go there in person and give her a check-up." The Goddess of Life had a sharp eye. She could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Tang Xiaoqi's mental state. It was impossible that Tang San had not given Tang Xiaoqi any means to save his life. This meant that Tang San was very likely to interfere with the lower world by giving orders to Tang Xiaoqi.

"No!" As expected, Tang San spoke fiercely, "Goddess of Life, how is your behavior different from interfering in the lower world?" He seemed to have become the God King who enforced the law impartially, and rejected the Goddess of Life's special care for Xiao Qi with a fair and selfless attitude.

If the goddess of life takes Muxing back, how can he find an opportunity to snatch the divine core of the Golden Dragon King? This couple will definitely keep a close eye on their child.

Listen, isn't this contradictory? Not long ago, Tang San accused the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction of not caring enough about his daughter. Now that they have taken the initiative to care about him, he can't wait to accuse the Goddess of Life of interfering in the underworld.

I really finished you Tang! Ji Dong secretly complained.

"Then I think you should at least let Xiaoqi's mother know that her child is in some bad health. You said she has the right to know."

"Indeed, but I don't want my wife to worry too much." Tang San turned his head away and gritted his teeth secretly. Why didn't he realize that this woman was so good at using one's own spear to hit another's shield?

“Besides, didn’t Xiao Qi’s headache symptoms start after he came into contact with the black dragon?” Tang San quickly found someone to blame, “As long as we kill that beast, everything will be fine!” Not only would he get rid of Mu Xing’s most powerful ally, but then he only needed to control that ray of spiritual consciousness to alleviate Xiao Qi’s headache and he could then smoothly pin the blame on Di Tian.

"Your status is not nobler than that of the dragon clan. I don't want to hear such unfriendly titles from you again. And you just said that we cannot interfere in the lower world. In this case, even if Xiaoqi really dies under the claws of the Dark Dragon King, you can only watch here and can't do anything." The Goddess of Life smiled meaningfully, which made her smile a little aggressive.

"Watch your words. You are a God King after all. Don't act like a scoundrel. Di Tian is stronger than you in any way. He was already a peak first-level God before he left the God Realm." The God of Destruction sneered, "Guess what? If he hadn't gone down, the whole God Realm would have seen you being chased and beaten by a God King-level dragon."

"you!"

"Don't worry, I didn't spread the news that you were beaten by the Golden Dragon King because we are colleagues. Reflect on yourself, why was the former Shura God able to split the Dragon God in half, but you were beaten half to death by His half? Look for the reasons within yourself sometimes. You have been thinking about your catastrophe every day for so many years. Have you improved your cultivation level? Have you practiced seriously?" The God of Destruction continued to attack Tang San's face. He had done this kind of thing many times over the years, so breaking Tang San's defense was a piece of cake for him.

A sure kill! Ji Dong gave a thumbs up in his heart. Isn't this fake guy just relying on a divine weapon and a super divine weapon to be so arrogant? If I also have a super divine weapon, I will definitely not be able to eat this delicious seafood juice!

Tang San wanted to curse loudly, but the fighting power of the God of Destruction was witnessed by all the gods. When he was chased by the Golden Dragon King and had to flee in a panic, it was the God of Destruction who turned the tide and fought the Golden Dragon King on equal terms.

After that battle, Tang San's prestige was no longer as high as before, especially among the law enforcement gods and hunters under his jurisdiction. Although he explained that he was just better at using the power of the Sea God, he could feel that those killing gods did not buy it. Their usual respect for him was just superficial, which was simply a way to kill themselves! Shrek's outer courtyard, infirmary.

During this period of time, the therapists have become accustomed to Wang Yan and Wang Dong's visits. The young master of the Haotian Sect refused to take a leave of absence, and they did not have the power to force her to take a leave of absence. However, they still worried that if she died in Shrek Academy, the Haotian Sect would come to make trouble for the medical treatment.

So I could only give her symbolic treatment and use gentle soul power to relieve her headache symptoms.

With the help of a high-level soul master from the healing department, Wang Dong slowly regained consciousness. The severe pain from her brain caused cold sweat to form on her forehead.

Wang Yan helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead. Even though they were enemies in terms of their positions, he couldn't help but feel a little pity for the child.

Children will always raise questions in the process of understanding the world, and using mental torture as punishment is too cruel.

"Teacher Wang, should I listen to my family's arrangements and give up those ideas?" Wang Dong's eyes were dull and empty as if they could swallow all the colors around her. Two lines of tears silently slid down her pale cheeks.

"If it makes you less miserable."

"But I won't accept it. Why can't I even think about it?" Wang Dong hammered the bed board hard.

"Is that... a restriction placed on you by one of your elders?" Wang Yan tested.

"Probably." Wang Dong sat up listlessly, "I don't remember anything before I was six years old."

"Maybe this is the crux of the matter. In layman's terms, it is traumatic amnesia. Maybe something unpleasant happened when you were six years old. Due to the brain's spontaneous protective mechanism, these traumatic memories are suppressed below the level of consciousness, making it difficult for you to recall them. However, this memory is still playing a role, affecting your behavior and emotions."

The blankness of time is often used to cover up the truth that is too unbearable to look at.

"Teacher Wang, do you think I should continue to resist?"

She needs encouragement and recognition. Wang Yan was a little conflicted, but at this moment they were not mortal enemies facing each other with swords, but just ordinary teachers and students.

"There is nothing in this world that can be truly forgotten. It's only whether you are willing to remember it or not, and whether you dare to remember it." Wang Yan gently placed his palm on Wang Dong's head. "The wind can blow up a piece of white paper, but it cannot blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in disobedience."

"Even if that voice is hinting at me, this is all for my own good?"

"As your teacher and friend, I only see your pain." Wang Yan looked at Wang Dong seriously. For the first time, the girl discovered that the eyes of this gentle teacher hidden behind the lenses were so sharp.

"An elder once told me, how can demons have noble motives? All we have to do is send them to hell."