Chapter 285: Waves of memories

Jonas was born. He came into the world from his mother's body. This process made both parties feel painful. The boy felt sorry for his howling mother and was extremely grateful for her contribution.
However, the other soul in the body was still muttering to himself, and Jonas vaguely remembered that he was always there, but he had been ignoring it.
"Disgusting, disgusting mixed-race bastard, damn, why not a Nord, but a humble Brighton..."
Jonas, who fell to the ground, began a life that belonged to two people. The cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical personality had always been clamoring in his ears. Yes, it was just that he could not hear it before, but now he can hear it.
He disliked everything about mortals, food, architecture, clothing, weapons, and even art, war, politics, philosophy, and science, and he criticized all aspects.
Jonas lived honestly, his life trajectory had not changed at all, in fact, he was just a bystander, watching this memory.
Everything is exactly the same as in the depths of my mind, except that there is one more Him.
"What's your name?"
"Shut up and waste! You don't deserve to know my name!" He clamored again.
Jonas sighed silently.
At the age of one, Jonas talked intermittently, and he laughed wildly at the mentally retarded.
At the age of two, another child would run away. Jonas was left in the room. A Red Guard woman took care of him. He satirized Jonas as a prisoner in the family and that Red Guard was a jailer. After Jonas retorted a few words, he was still messing around and simply stopped continuing the topic.
When he was three years old, his mother would take him for a walk in the spacious living room. She likes to sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, play the flute, and sing soothing songs. Whenever this lady started to hum, He started to make noise, like a bear kid who made a noise while covering his ears. Jonas ignored his interference and listened attentively to every note coming out of his mother's nose.
At the age of four, I am about to start reading and reading. Jonas's talent is pretty good. He has a natural curiosity about knowledge. Although he is always ridiculed by him, Jonas doesn't care. He knows that children don't have much ability.
Father's face darkened day by day. He was drinking and venting in the living room, and the noise would come in through the door and wall of Jonas' bedroom. It felt like a thundercloud roaring.
"Your father is really shameful." He began to mock Jonas as usual.
"Oh."
"Are you so willing? If your trash dad can be stronger and smarter, you will still be a child of the Daggeryu noble family, haha, although this nobleman is worthless, don’t you want to continue this life? Live with peace of mind, be a son-in-law, don’t have to suffer those hardships, be bought and sold, and your adoptive parents will be killed..."
"Enough!" Jonas was angry with him for the first time, "My life is not a game on the board. Although I lose a step, I must never have any thoughts of regretting chess. I still have to leave it to me. Evaluate yourself, no matter what you say, I won’t listen to you half a word. Mr. said that if a person refuses to accept his fate, there should be no so-called ifs.
He was so angry that he yelled, "Go to hell! Be willing to become a dog and do it with you! You know, no one will treat you sincerely except me! Because they all want to use us to kill With that destiny dragon, so they can live without worry, but what about us? I don’t know when they died!"
After he finished speaking, he gasped and continued to curse, "Don't mention your gentleman, a humble beastie, what if he is a little clever? He can't die for you! Leaving him, leaving everyone, we find a place to gather people and occupy the mountain as the king, just like your ancestors, calling ourselves a nobleman, hahaha, what a pleasure!"
Jonas laughed at him, "I thought you looked down on such a petty behavior."
"That's because your trash restricts my strength."
"Your power?"
"Yes, as long as you nod your head and let me make decisions for you, you can have the most powerful strength in the world, and you are the in the world!"
"Oh, but I refuse."
He cried out again with anger.
...
"FasiRuma!" [Dragon Roar: Shocked]
The boy uttered a desolate dragon language, and in an instant it was like a lofty mountain, high and thick, rooted in the earth, with unlimited power.
Lu Zhengkang felt great psychological pressure, and his body was sending signals of surrender and escape uncontrollably.
Jonas was replaced by another soul, very powerful, like the oldest dragon, invincible.
Dilo wanted to help, but was yelled by Lu Zhengkang. The four gray beards appeared at the courtyard gate at some unknown time, standing on the steps to watch the battle.
Lu Zhengkang released a courage technique for himself to offset the negative state, and then rushed over with his bare hands.
The boy's second personality has realized that the destruction spells are difficult to cause damage to the troll man, but for the dragon, no matter how heavy the armor is, it is only mud and grass scraps, and it is vulnerable.
"Kerry-Luau!" [Dragon's Roar: Mark of Death]
The rapid blue-purple air mass hits the charging troll man, and it is impossible to avoid such a short distance.
The magic tattoo on Lu Zhengkang's body dimmed instantly, and a huge sense of weakness came to his heart.
The troll's eye pupils glared, and the killing intent aura spread out, covering a corner of the courtyard, without wanton expansion.
Suddenly, the boy's movements were stiff, and Lu Zhengkang lightly slashed at his neck with a palm. However, the killing intent halo does not have much control over the mentally strong~EbookFREE.me~ especially for those with mental power. The strong one can only contain it for a short while.
The hand knife was wiped along the boy’s left ear. Then, the Brighton kid suddenly broke free and rushed up frantically. He grabbed Lu Zhengkang’s face with one hand, and hit Lu Zhengkang’s thoracic spine with one finger. Biting his throat.
Lu Zhengkang has never taught this kind of fighting technique like a beast, or it is the boy's second personality instinct.
Sure enough, it was the Dragon Soul.
...
That day is approaching, just like some kind of judgment.
On a deep rainy night, is it true that every wanderer left home when weeping in the sky? My mother took the five-year-old Jonas out of the ditch hole and got into the servant’s chariot. , Fled in embarrassment.
The city is extremely silent, only violent storms and rain are lashing at the human gathering place on this peninsula. The rain is dense and cold. It can sink into a small pit on the clothes, and it hurts on the skin.
In the dark night, the shadow of the city is looming under the plume cloud of pale thunder, so black that there is no specific outline, let alone the appearance of a home.
A long roar sounded in the city, followed by the screaming of soldiers, dagger rain was chaotic, and the wind and rain in the world suddenly overwhelmed the wind and rain in the world.
The crackling, screams, exclamations, roars, the sounds of people, the sounds of swordsmen, the sounds of buildings, mixed together, such as drums, such as a burst of fireball, people dare not look, dare not listen, death is here Wandering in the sky, his eyes are so malicious...
a long time.
He couldn't hear the shouting behind him, the rainy night was so quiet, his mother gently said in his ear, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
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