"I do not know either." Wright knew that this B knew, but simply didn't want to say it. Never mind, let me ask something more simple. "One last question. Everything I experienced was from your perspective. Where are Rocco's memories?" Cece snorted, "My precious daughter's memories are yours to see, and you don't even consider whether you are worthy or not." Light looked at Cece quietly. This B is here again. Then Sisi gave in. "I'm just kidding. Big darling also possesses the power of the Ice Dragon King. The powers of the three Ice Dragon Kings are independent of each other and will never intersect. So it's normal that you can't see it. However, you can probably understand the cause and effect through my memory." "Although the powers of the Ice Dragon King are independent of each other, they can resonate with each other. At this moment, my baby is not in this world."
Wright frowned. "Then where is she?" "She's doing what you just did." Wright fell into deep thought, and Ceci also felt that the time was about right. "You don't belong here after all. It's time to leave." Said Ceci, pointing to the door. "Go from that door to the end, and there's a good chance you'll run into my big baby." "Are you so confident?" Wright looked puzzled. Ceci smiled helplessly. "It's a desperate choice. What else can you do but believe in it?" "Lokko, I'll leave it to you." As he spoke, Ceci bowed deeply to Wright. Wright bowed back and said in pure ancient dragon language: "Do your best." "Well, your dragon language is pretty good. I haven't heard such authentic ancient dragon language for a long time. Who did you learn it from?" "Vivian, do you know her?" Ceci nodded slightly. "The Greedy One, Vivian, I have seen him once a long time ago." "It's time to leave." Wright drank the tea in one gulp without any lingering feelings, then stood up, opened the door and left the room. Ceci looked up at the ceiling and sighed helplessly:
"Master Lianya, it seems I owe you again." Wright stepped into the claustrophobic corridor and was surrounded by pitch darkness. There is only a shining light ahead. Light followed the light of the light and heard Rocco's cries from all directions. Wright wanted to ignore it, but the voice and the emotion in it still eroded Wright. Every step Wright took was difficult. All Wright could do was move forward. At this moment, an image corresponding to the sound appeared in Wright's mind, and Wright was stunned. Then he moved again, stopping and walking, walking and walking, stopping and repeating the process. This is Rocco's memory, the sobbing and wailing of loneliness in the dark world. The troops are divided into several groups and the conversation ends. Rocco also came into Wright's inner world. This time it was not the place Tana had been to before. This is an area of low houses, the sky is dark and garbage can be seen everywhere. The area exudes desolation and loneliness. There were almost no pedestrians on the street. Right in front of Rocco, there was a figure approaching rapidly. As the figure got closer, Rocco finally saw the figure's true form. It was little Wright with a dirty face. Little Wright was holding an oil-paper bag and running madly. Little Wright's face was dirty and there was no one chasing him, but he still ran very fast. When Little Light ran to where Rocco was, he stopped suddenly and ran into the alley on Rocco's left and Little Light's right. Rocco followed as a matter of course. The alleys were winding and there was a foul stench coming from them from time to time. If there wasn't only one road, Rocco would definitely get lost. At the end, there are two houses facing each other. One is chained and locked, while the other one is ajar. In other words, it was tied together with soft iron wire and no external force was needed, so the door and door frame could not be closed at all. To put it nicely, the door was not a door. To put it bluntly, it was just a composite wood board that was picked up from somewhere and had been installed on it. There was cracked dry paint on it, and the door panel was loose. Memories are just memories after all. Rocco wanted to push the door open, but her hand went through it. Rocco understood something and walked straight in.
It was a very small yard, full of weeds, but they didn't grow tall. The houses in the yard had long lost their doors, and few windows were left intact. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time. This is a dangerous building that may collapse at any time. But there was some noise in the house. Rocco stepped forward and crossed the threshold that was missing a piece. Everything inside was even more dilapidated than the outside. The earthen kang was collapsed, and little Wright and an equally cute little girl were sitting on the dusty ground. The oil-paper bag was placed on a round table with half of it missing and only the top surface left. The little girl has big, bright eyes and long, messy hair. Even though she is covered in dust, it cannot hide her fair and delicate skin. Wrapped in the oil paper was half a roast chicken, with some other braised vegetarian dishes next to it. Little Wright had a smile on his face as he watched the little girl eat the roast chicken with big mouthfuls. Chapter 23 Collapse of Houses "Don't be anxious, eat slowly." The little girl nodded obediently. Little Wright looked at it for a while and asked, "Is it delicious?" "It's delicious, brother, you eat it too." Little Wright shook his head and refused: "I have eaten, so I will eat half of the chicken. I will bring you another half when I come back tomorrow." "Brother, did you really eat it?" Little Wright paused. He didn't expect the little girl to keep harping on this issue. "I ate it, I must have eaten it. How about I blow on it and ask you." The little girl shook her head in disgust: "Brother's mouth stinks, no." Little Wright blew on his hands and asked. "It doesn't stink. If you don't believe me, just smell it." "No." "Smell it." "No." Two little kids were playing a game of chase in the house. Although Luoke couldn't understand their conversation, he could guess what it was about. And the question arises naturally, why are these two children in such a dilapidated place, and where are the adults.
The scene changes, and Little Wright is working as a helper in a place selling stewed pork. Although Little Wright is only less than meters tall, he still does a lot of work, carrying things and so on. In this memory, Little Wright was almost always stuck between the stewed pork shop and the shabby house. Little Wright never asked for money, just food. I ask my boss to buy some daily necessities for me. What he paid for was hard work. The boss was a middle-aged man who looked honest and simple at first glance, and he didn't exploit Wright at all. Little Wright did everything voluntarily. When closing time, a roast chicken and some braised food would always be left for little Wright to take home. This pace of life did not make little Wright feel painful. And this kind of life will soon be broken. A tall and thin man with a gloomy face came to the stewed pork shop where Wright worked as an assistant and asked about Wright's whereabouts. When Wright heard the sound in the back kitchen, he hid in the kitchen sensitively and couldn't help shaking. After the store manager had a brief exchange with the man, the man left. After the man left, Wright also wanted to leave. The boss called Wright. "Why are you in such a hurry to go back today?" Little Wright was a little embarrassed. "Uncle, I have to leave." "I don't think the leftovers today can be sold. I've packed them for you. Take some back with you." There was a sparkle in Little Wright's eyes. "Uncle, I..." "Okay, okay, since you're in a hurry, let's go quickly and go out the back door." Wright knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the manager of the braised pork shop. He took the packed food and left through the back door. Little Wright has been working here as a helper for some time. The store manager knows some situations even if he doesn't say it. The child is fair and tender, and is not a child from an ordinary family at all. The man who just came was not a good person at first glance. Little Wright became unusually quiet when he heard the man's voice, and was about to leave after he left, which also confirmed this.
The next day, Wright stood in front of the stewed pork shop with the crowd of onlookers, watching the police set up a long cordon. I witnessed with my own eyes that the body of the stewed pork shop owner was covered with a white cloth and carried on a stretcher. Shock, anger, and regret, these three emotions were switching back and forth in Wright's heart at this moment. Wright disappeared in the crowd. At this moment, he did not notice that a pair of eyes in the crowd were staring at him.