Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 217 I am worthy of the people, but guilty towards my parents.

“When you were four, I told you not to disturb a hornet's nest, but you insisted on doing so, and ended up getting stung all over your head. I had to ride my bicycle for over 40 miles to get you to the hospital.”

“When you were five, I told you not to play with that broken wooden stick because it had rusty nails on it. You didn’t listen, and as a result, your foot got pierced by a rusty nail, and I had to suck the blood from your wound.”

"At six years old, he took an iron shovel and cracked open the neighbor's son's head, which led to a police station incident."

"At seven years old, he snatched a classmate's lollipop at school and almost poked someone's eye out."

"At thirteen, he was in a relationship and was chased home and beaten by the other person's parents."

"At fifteen, he secretly changed his college application, only filling in one high school, and even had the audacity to say that if he didn't get in, he would repeat a year."

"At eighteen, it was time for the college entrance exam. I told you to apply to Sun Yat-sen University for a safer choice, but you insisted on applying to China University of Political Science and Law, saying you couldn't stay there and wanted to go far away."

So, did you pass the exam? In the end, you went to study agriculture…

"At twenty-three, you graduated. We told you to take the civil service exam, but you insisted on writing novels. And in the end, did you succeed?"

"At twenty-six, you were supposed to get married. We suggested you find someone nearby, someone of equal social standing, so the financial burden would be lighter. But you insisted on finding someone from out of town, and now you're exhausted like a dog. Who's to blame?"

"I gave birth to you and raised you, hoping you would grow up to be capable so that I could enjoy some happiness when I get old. But what happened?"

The crazy old man kept rambling on and on, sometimes shouting and yelling, sometimes gesturing wildly.

The disabled old woman in the wheelchair also joined in, nagging and questioning incessantly.

And Liu Sheng—

Tears were already streaming down my face.

What used to be annoying nagging now sounded so pleasant to him, and he never tired of listening to it.

He stepped forward and squatted down, a smile on his face, tears streaming down his face.

As it flowed, it turned into tears of blood, bloody water.

Do you feel guilty towards me and your mother?

At this moment, the mad old man stopped rambling and suddenly asked a question, his eyes unfocused and his body swaying.

"Guilty!"

Liu Sheng burst into tears, blood gushing from the corners of his eyes like a waterfall.

They gave me life, raised me, loved me, protected me, and toiled for me their whole lives, yet I never enjoyed a single moment of happiness.

In his old age, he was plagued by strange illnesses, becoming mentally unstable, sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, suffering greatly.

My ambitions are higher than the sky, but my fate is as fragile as paper. I can only watch you suffer helplessly.

How could I not feel guilty?
Relatives, friends, classmates, and colleagues are all outsiders.

As long as your bottom line is low enough, you can always find a reason to have a clear conscience.

But parents give their whole lives without ever asking for anything in return, and their thoughts are always with their children.

How can one be without shame?

Who can say that the heart of a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring?
The blood flowed faster and faster, and in greater quantities.

An unprecedented feeling of weakness rose from every part of my body.

dying.

But Liu Sheng paid no attention to that and just stared wide-eyed at his parents.

Long time no see!
I miss you all so much!

Even if it's just fake, not real.

That should be enough to comfort us.

"You don't need to feel guilty..."

The mad old man reached out and touched Liu Sheng's head:

"You're great, you've done your best. Life is full of regrets, and throughout history, very few people have been able to die a peaceful death."

You are not a god, you can't have everything you want. Let go of your worries and take good care of yourself.

You are the continuation of your mother and me. If you live well, we live well.

"Son, live on!"

In her wheelchair, the disabled elderly woman leaned forward with difficulty, pressing her head against Liu Sheng's forehead.

Blood splattered, turning her into a blood-soaked figure.

Finally, darkness fell before my eyes, and all was silent.

[The Silver Horned Thunder Bull avatar has been detected as dead. Consume 10000 Spirit Points to revive it?]

Instead of reviving, switch to the White Elephant avatar.

Liu Sheng glanced at the panel; there were over 15,000 spiritual points. He then obediently left them in his account.

Only the name "Silver Horned Thunder Bull" has turned gray.

The four corresponding talents that were supposed to be enhanced also became ineffective.

The losses were considerable. "But in the end, my wish was fulfilled, the regrets of my past life were made up, and moreover..."

Liu Sheng looked up at the Biancai Tian, ​​whose light seemed to be trembling wildly as if it had frozen, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips:
"You didn't expect that, did you? I have nine lives!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped up with the Xuanqiong Rift Halberd and charged fiercely towards Biancaitian.

I have a clear conscience and will forge ahead without hesitation.

At this time, the Heaven of Eloquence had shrunk to a size of three or four zhang, and the glow of the sunset was only a foot or so.

Perhaps because Liu Sheng had been resurrected, his body's mechanisms were in disarray, the radiant light trembled wildly, and his body stiffened.

They only reacted when Liu Sheng charged in with his halberd, and were forced to react passively.

You are guilty!

He was ferocious on all sides, each speaking its own language. The lion's roar was like thunder, deafening and awe-inspiring.

He cleaved with his sword, clashing with the halberd and unleashing a shower of sparks.

"My son, is it so hard to admit the guilt in your heart?"

The compassionate face twitched and transformed into the appearance of Liu Sheng's father from a previous life, acting in a mad and insane manner.
"We were father and son, and now you've made a name for yourself while I'm all alone and destitute. Are you really that heartless?"

As he spoke, he plucked the strings of his pipa, producing a series of enchanting sounds that disturbed and bewitched people.

Then, His other silent face also transformed into the appearance of Liu Sheng's mother, and He cried out:

"Son, Mom misses you so much. For my sake, please apologize, okay?"

Before he finished speaking, the precious mirror in his hand emitted a crimson-orange glow, like a net covering Liu Sheng.

"Biancai Tian, ​​I'll fuck your mother!"

Liu Sheng roared, his black hair standing on end, his eyes bulging and bleeding.

The halberd in his hand tore through the air, emitting a terrifying explosion, like a monstrous dragon emerging from the abyss, wrapped in a horrifying killing intent, and heading towards Biancai Tian.

The parents from his past life are the deepest wound in Liu Sheng's heart.

That's his bottom line, his Achilles' heel.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; touching them will surely kill you.

This eloquent man, however, repeatedly used his parents to cause trouble.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

No matter the purpose, it is unforgivable!
and so--

"Go to hell!"

Liu Sheng let out a tiger's roar, which was earth-shattering and violently shocking.

The air exploded, creating a shockwave visible to the naked eye that crushed everything and blasted towards Biancai Tian.

The crimson and orange glow along the way was like cloth being torn in two by a sharp weapon.

The precious sword, scriptures, pipa, and mirror that came with them were all knocked away.

"boom!"

Liu Sheng held the halberd upside down, his blood and qi surging, his muscles bulging and radiating terrifying heat, turning the surroundings into a furnace.

He charged forward, leaping high into the air like a roc spreading its wings—

Grip the halberd!

Bend your back!

Swing it around!

It cleaved down in a single blow!

"boom!"

The explosion was deafening, with sparks flying everywhere.

The entire Tongue Hell Realm trembled and wailed.

This halberd strike, devoid of any fancy moves, was simply a basic slash, yet it contained his boundless killing intent and fury.

The crescent-shaped blade plunged downwards and deeply into Benzaiten's forehead!

But His eight arms blocked it.

The crimson-orange glow, like blood, gushed from the crack, splashing all over Liu Sheng and adding a touch of ferocity to him.

"die!"

Liu Sheng nearly crushed his steel teeth, his body suddenly changed, revealing his true form as a golden-toothed white elephant. His long trunk wrapped around the halberd shaft and slashed downwards!
Talent, divine power!
Talent, Prison Suppression!
Talent, on the spot!
The eight arms instantly shattered, and a wisp of cold light flew down—

"boom!"

The Heaven of Eloquence is shattered.

(End of this chapter)