When Qian Daoliu transmigrated into Douluo Continent II, even the evil spirit masters were terrified

"Wang Dong!"

The moment Huo Yuhao saw her, his eyes lit up.

All the anxiety and tension I felt on the way there vanished. I shouted and rushed over.

He rushed to Tang Wutong, squatted down, and looked her up and down, his voice urgent like a machine gun.

"Wang Dong, I've come to see you."

"How are you?"

"Is anyone here giving you trouble?"

Are you hurt?

Upon hearing the voice, Tang Wutong slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at the boy in front of her.

Her gaze became exceptionally complex at that moment.

There was familiarity, unfamiliarity, struggle, and an undeniable weariness.

Two streams of consciousness were colliding in my mind.

Her memories, belonging to Wang Dong, told her that he was her best brother, someone she had cultivated with, someone she had faced life and death with, and someone with whom she had a very close relationship.

However, Tang Wutong's consciousness felt that the person in front of her was completely unfamiliar and she could not feel any closeness to him.

With two personalities intertwined, she felt a headache coming on and didn't know how to deal with it.

"oh."

She nodded slightly, her voice very soft, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The reason it turned out this way is quite simple.

The current Tang Wutong is no longer the same as Wang Dong.

Back at Haotian Peak, Qian Daoliu broke some of the seals on her body, causing Tang Wutong's memories to surface prematurely and collide directly with Wang Dong's personality.

Currently, two memories and two personalities coexist within her.

She is both Wang Dong and Tang Wutong.

She clearly had memories of Huo Yuhao in her mind and knew that he was her best friend, but she just couldn't feel close to him.

It's like reading a book that tells someone else's story; you know all the plot details, but you can't feel any emotion at all.

"you……"

Huo Yuhao froze on the spot.

His smile froze, and his heart skipped a beat.

He doesn't understand.

In the past, Wang Dong would always be all smiles when he saw me. He would pat me on the shoulder and joke around, he would fight me for food, and he would stay up all night with me to practice.

But the person in front of me now has a terrifyingly unfamiliar look in their eyes.

Did all those days spent together before mean nothing to the other person?

Do all those days and nights of cultivation together, the life-and-death trials we went through together, and the secrets and dreams we shared mean nothing?

"Huo Yuhao, please stay away from me. I want to be alone."

Tang Wutong slowly withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at him, her tone indifferent and distant.

It was as if her past friendship with Huo Yuhao had never existed.

"How could this be... how could this be..."

Huo Yuhao trembled and almost lost his balance.

He crossed three mountains and fought off three groups of spirit beasts that blocked his way, almost losing his life several times, all to confirm Tang Wutong's safety.

But now, even though he clearly sees that Tang Wutong is perfectly fine, he feels even worse than if he had been beaten.

It felt as if a huge void had opened up inside me, and the most important thing was gone.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Xue'er!"

Just as Huo Yuhao was feeling lost and disoriented, a voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

Before he could react, Hyotei's soul burst out of the Sea of ​​Spirit and landed on the ground.

Hyotei is only about 1.5 meters tall, with pigtails, and looks very small.

She wore a bright green short skirt and had fair skin.

Standing there, eyes wide, staring at Xue Di not far away, he rubbed his eyes hard and checked several times before he dared to believe he hadn't seen wrong.

"Bing'er?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Xue Di froze, turned around in astonishment, and stared intently at Bing Di.

Her lips parted slightly, and the flower shovel in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"What's going on?"

Qian Daoliu was also a little confused by this scene.

He had never seen the Ice Emperor before and always thought that the Snow Emperor's companions in the far north had long been lost and perished. He never expected that she would suddenly appear here.

"Xue'er!"

After a brief moment of shock, Hyotei burst into laughter.

With her short legs, she rushed towards Xue Di at an astonishing speed.

She threw herself into Xue Di's arms, rubbing her little head against her body, her voice trembling with tears.

"Finally, I've finally found you, you scoundrel!"

"Okay, okay, don't cry when you're so happy."

Snow Empress rarely showed a smile, gently patting Ice Empress's back in an incredibly soft tone.

The mud on her hands smeared onto Hyotei's clothes, but neither of them noticed.

Hyotei raised her head, forcefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and pouted.

"I didn't cry! Don't talk nonsense! I would never cry in my entire life! Who cried? Which eye of yours saw me cry?"

Tears still clung to her cheeks, yet she spoke with such conviction.

"Okay, okay, you weren't crying, I must have been mistaken."

Xue Di smiled and agreed, looking down at the little one in her arms, her eyes full of doting affection.

This little scorpion, who had lived with her in the far north for hundreds of thousands of years, remained unchanged after all these years.

As she laughed, Xue Di suddenly frowned.

She noticed that Hyotei's body was slightly transparent, and it wasn't his real body at all.

Moreover, there was a faint connection between their souls and Huo Yuhao, who was not far away.

That connection was an invisible bond that directly and firmly tied the soul of the Ice Emperor and the spiritual sea of ​​Huo Yuhao together.

"Bing'er, how did you become like this?"

Xue Di frowned, turned her gaze to Huo Yuhao who was standing there dumbfounded, and her tone instantly turned cold, filled with undisguised killing intent.

The temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the grass at the edge of the flower bed.

"Did this human do something to you?"

Huo Yuhao, who was standing to the side looking dejected, was suddenly locked onto by the murderous aura. He shuddered and couldn't help but take two steps back, his lips trembling.

"No, I didn't do anything to Hyotei! Don't misunderstand! Hyotei did it willingly!"

"Snow Empress, actually it's like this..."

Just then, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm floated out of Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a little boy in a white robe.

With his chubby face and a sly smile, he quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Ice Emperor knew he couldn't survive the Heavenly Tribulation of 400,000 years, so I went to him and proposed that Ice Emperor become Huo Yuhao's second Martial Soul."

"In that case, as long as Huo Yuhao becomes a god in the future, Bingdi can be reborn. Not only will she be able to come back to life, but she can also ascend to the God Realm with him."

"This deal is a good one."

Hyotei quickly peeked out from Yuki-tei's arms and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"As you know, my talent and aptitude are far behind yours. The 400,000-year tribulation is nothing short of a death trap for me."

"That's the only way to survive."

"Following Huo Yuhao, at least there's a glimmer of hope. Not following him means certain death."