Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 8: Let me see your will, let fate hear your cry

Ji Qing calmly narrated a tragic case.

And she was the protagonist of this case.

Her voice was calm from beginning to end, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her and was unimportant.

But Ye An saw the boundless sadness like the sea from the bottom of her eyes.

And the saddest thing was that she didn't even have the ability to be sad.

Ye An lowered his head and took a breath.

He asked: "So why do you think you shouldn't have been born."

Ji Qing said lightly: "Tian Can."

"In the history of Gaotianyu, there have been many people like me."

"They are like me, with good talents and incomplete bodies."

"Such a situation is called Tian Can."

"Without exception, they all died early."

"Father said that the disease that cannot be cured is fate."

"From the beginning, my fate has been doomed."

"No one can cure me. Even if my parents are very big people, they can't beat the fate that has been doomed long ago."

Ye An nodded and said: "I can."

"Hmm?" Ji Qing raised his head and his eyes moved slightly.

"What did you say?"

"I said I can." Ye An said, "I can overcome the fate that has already been determined."

"Why?" Ji Qing asked, without any provocation or ridicule, simply asking what your confidence is?

Ye An looked down at his fists and said, "By this."

Ji Qing was a little confused.

Ye An narrated calmly: "My father told me."

"In this era of advanced technology and full of various wonderful abilities, fists seem very thin and fragile."

"Human fists are a force that has long been abandoned."

"But in the oldest time, when humans had nothing."

"Our ancestors could only rely on these fists."

"The beginning of the human story was not wind, fire, thunder and lightning, swords, guns, sticks and clubs, but this."

Ye An raised his fists and smiled: "Would our ancestors think that humans would always be a low-level civilization, and this is our destiny?"

"If they thought so, there would be nothing now."

Ye An turned his head to look at the world outside the window. The sun was shining, tall city towers were scattered, and people were coming and going on both sides of the street, including running teenagers, fathers chasing teenagers with sticks, and grandfathers watching all this with a smile.

Safe, happy, and huge.

There are countless cities like this in the human world today.

We have long stood on the world's highest card table, looking straight at those races favored by God.

These are not brought by fists, but they started from fists!

Ji Qing stared at Ye An's profile.

In those eyes that looked straight ahead, there was a light that made her heart warm.

She wanted to look up, but a huge nameless force appeared, crushing her expectations.

She whispered: "What is the connection between fists and fate?"

At this time, a breeze blew from the window, and Ye An's thick black hair was gently lifted, and his firm voice echoed in the room with the wind.

"Fists are not only a kind of power, but also a kind of belief!"

"This belief is called: I don't believe there is anything that can't be broken by two fists!"

"I never think there is a destined fate!"

"What about you?"

After the voice fell, Ye An turned his head and looked at Ji Qing.

The two looked at each other.

Ji Qing suddenly remembered the words of the old grandfather who extended his life ten years ago.

"Others can't do much for you, your fate can only be decided by you!"

The old grandfather was very old, as if he was about to die, but his eyes were very similar to the young Ye An at this moment.

Although it was only a one-time acquaintance, Ji Qing always remembered it.

It seemed that the look had a magical power that made people unable to forget it, and even made people want to follow it!

"Nothing can determine my fate." Ji Qing said to herself.

This sentence seemed to have some kind of tempting magic, and her little face showed a trace of determination with difficulty.

Ye An smiled, looked at Ji Qing, and said: "Everything starts with a firm will and belief!"

"The most rustic and useful way is to shout."

"I want to hear you say: I want to live!"

Ji Qing's face suddenly changed, full of panic and helplessness.

It seemed that the three words "live" were poison, and she couldn't hear it at all.

Ye An understood at a glance that her heart had long been covered with endless negative emotions.

I can't live.

I killed my parents.

I am a useless burden.

These negative emotions have accumulated for more than ten years, like a mountain pressing down on Ji Qing's head, making her lose the strength to stand up!

In response, Ye An only had more determined eyes: "Speak out!"

"Ji Qing! Let me hear your voice!"

Ye An grabbed Ji Qing's wrists, trying to pull her out of the shadows and into the morning sun!

But he did not exert any force, just gently holding them. Whether she could stand up in the end depended on Ji Qing herself!

At this moment!

Ji Qing's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and her scattered pupils looked at the shadows on the ground. The past sadness and negative emotions hit her like the sea.

In her world, there were lightning and thunder, and dark clouds.

But there was only a shabby boat under her. Facing the raging tsunami, she was afraid and trembling.

At this time, a speedboat rushed over the waves at a high speed.

The boy on the speedboat had a firm look in his eyes, and he was the only light in this world.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed himself, telling her to go!

Go?

Where can he go?

Ji Qing looked around.

There was no shore in this vast ocean, only endless thunder and black waves.

Where can we go?

At this time, Ye An shouted in the waves: "Your mother used her own life to extend your life for ten years!"

"Your father paid an unimaginable price and extended your life for another ten years!"

"They want you to live and see the beauty of all things in this world."

"You are so beautiful, you are so qualified to live, no God can decide your fate!"

"Ji Qing, live!"

"Do you hear my voice?"

The surging waves and Ye An's shouts rose and fell in Ji Qing's ears like a duet.

Her body shook violently, and she looked up at Ye An and asked, "Why did you help me?"

Ye An's eyes were like flames, and he shouted firmly: "Because you want to live!"

"And my talent is dreams!"

At this moment.

Ji Qing's eyes were dazed.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not a young boy, but a sun!

The frost that was enough to freeze the world began to melt.

Ji Qing's heart was filled with strong momentum.

My dream... I want to live!

Her frozen body seemed to have strength. Every time she took a step forward, the sound of countless ice breaking would ring in her body.

Her little face showed pain, and she whispered: "I... I want to live."

The tsunami is coming.

Ye An shouted: "Louder!"

"I want to live!" Ji Qing's voice was slightly higher, but it was still drowned by the waves in an instant!

Ye An laughed: "Not enough!"

"Louder, let fate hear your voice!"

"Let him be afraid!!"

Ji Qing took a deep breath, and this was the first time she shouted in her life!

"I want to live!"

The girl cried for her life.

The sound lingered in the sky.

In an instant!

The darkness retreated, the sea calmed down, and the thunder extinguished!

Gao Tianyu!

The Grand Marshal, who was kneeling in front of his ancestors and praying with his head bowed, suddenly raised his head.

I saw that the life card belonging to Ji Qing hanging on the statue had a crack!

This means that her life has officially entered an irreversible countdown!

But on the other side of the name card there is a perpetually frozen ice bead!

This is what Mr. Tianming gave me ten years ago.

The ice bead represents the ice that sealed Ji Qing's soul.

If the ice bead begins to break, it means that your daughter has officially started to fight with fate!

In this process, her life card will definitely crack.

This is not surprising. To fight with fate, there is no other way except to fight hard!

As long as the ice bead breaks faster than the life card, you can win!

It's been eighteen years.

Things finally took a turn for the better.

Hope has come!

The Grand Marshal clenched his fist tightly, closed his eyes and looked up.

He fought against the demons for three thousand years, shed endless blood, but not a single tear!

But at this moment.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of the eyes of the man in armor.

He shouted for his daughter in his heart.

"We must win!"