Chapter 36

Act 36 Superego

Brando's heart trembled, this is his biggest secret in the world. Although he and Brando are already one, but after all, it is difficult to explain where the memory of the two lives came from, and although he made himself accept all of this, the heart knot will inevitably exist.

Unexpectedly, the secret hidden in my heart, the ground was torn open by the golden demon tree. No, but he immediately shook his head. The infiltration of the Golden Devil Tree couldn't have penetrated into his heart so quickly. The monster was using his thinking habits-if why Brando's grandfather said such a sentence.

Brando suddenly understood that it must be that he thought the old man should say such a sentence. Only a person knows what he fears. Here, his enemy is himself.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After feeling that his own line of defense had not changed hands, the feeling of naked exposure to the enemy disappeared, and Brando calmed down quickly. The first offensive of the Golden Devil Tree was coincidentally resolved by his chance of using the experience of the previous life. Instead, his state of mind was more stable, and he could not help but make a secret noise.

He pulled out the thorns of Zhanguang and replied, "If you have any qualifications, you will know it after a try."

The old man nodded: "Yes, this is like a man in Damon's family. But there are too many people talking in the world, and I don't want my offspring to be such incompetent."

Brando's heart moved. This was not a temptation. Brando's grandfather's response was a self-affirmation in Brando's mind. This shows that his self-confidence is gradually recovering, which is a sign that the mind is approaching a solid peak.

This is a good sign.

Brando motioned for his grandfather to shoot first, even in a dream, but after all he was facing his elder. Being polite is also self-confidence, and he should be polite.

In the dream of the golden devil tree, blindly preemption is not a sign that your power has the upper hand. It may be an imperceptible trap arranged for you by this evil soul. Only by keeping close to every weak point in human nature can it be exploited.

The old man nodded again. He moved one step forward with his left foot and placed his sword behind his left arm. This starting gesture is the most sophisticated of military swordsmanship. Brando couldn't help scalp tingling at first glance. At that time, he did not practice military swordsmanship to this level. As for Bresson and Freya, The sword art of those people is nothing more than this one-Brando, how sacred your grandfather is!

The thought flashed through his mind, and Brando felt the sword in his hand heavier. He couldn't help yelling and yelling, but just such a gap of flinching was caught by the golden devil tree, and this would make people alive!

He also put on a defensive posture, because he did not yet have other skills in swordplay, so he also chose a more mature posture for defense in military swordplay. In the face of such an experienced swordsman, it is meaningless for him to display the flower racks he has used in those advanced swordsmanships. He has no experience accumulation. A rack in front of Brando's grandfather is tantamount to saying that the whole body is flawed.

Brando, as an old warrior, also understood this deeply.

The old man didn't say anything, Jian Guang flashed out already. Brando found that his grandfather's sword was not fast, but it was steady and scary. Describe it in some professional vocabulary of the warrior—that is, it looks like a flawless sword from the front. It is plain and uncommon, but feels that the gaps in all directions are within the counterattack range of the opponent.

He took a breath of air. Is this the swordplay of his grandfather in Brando's memory? No wonder he can get the Candlelight Medal, this monster-like swordsmanship. No wonder Brando's talents in swordsmanship are so consistent. He couldn't help thinking that if the old man had a slightly better birth, he would probably be blocked by the knight.

Brando has no room to fight back, so he can only block the opponent's room for further attacks. When the two swords were staggered together—Brando's strength was astonished. However, before he was too surprised, he felt that the opponent's sword was weighted again.

Sleep in your mother's golden devil tree!

Brando certainly knows what's going on. It's almost seamless, compared to the golden magic tree in the game is like a toy. What is a master of manipulating the mind is this, but Brando is not afraid at this moment, but feels war-fighting.

He stared at his grandfather's eyes. The old man's look had always been flat and calm, but he could see the hearts of people.

Brando suddenly felt strange. Why is such a great grandfather so indifferent to Brando himself? Even when he saw the old man for the first time, he still had to prove it from his childhood memories—this is what he did. grandfather.

This is obviously abnormal.

He searched his memory, Brando's memory of his grandfather seemed harsh, unsmiling, and then the halo of the Candle Fire and the November war veteran. And other memories of this grandfather have not even made a deep impression on the related old house and the oil painting.

But how could a grandfather and grandson who had been together for years and nights come to an end when they met again one day? Even his grandfather's voice and appearance were gradually forgotten. Brando didn't look like this person.

He once again held the old man's sword as a metal clash. He felt that the sword in his hand was weighted again, and even nearly flew out of his hands. Brando was shocked. He couldn't help but look at the old man.

The old man's expression became serious, and he seemed a little dissatisfied.

For ten years, I'm still not my grandfather's opponent.

Brando couldn't help but read out the message in his heart word by word-bad, it was self-doubt! He was startled in his heart, and a crack on the psychic defense line further expanded. The more the attack became unmanageable, the old man overwhelmed him with an attack. Our hero's heart was cold, and he hurriedly got up from the grass.

But when he got up and looked back, there was no grass, which was clearly a gray house. By the way, this is Butch's old mansion, and that night he woke up from here to this world.

The cold sweat stains on Brando's forehead indicate that the invasion of the golden devil tree has deepened. He couldn't help but reach for his pockets, where there was the key to overcoming the scene-but he hesitated. Should he be tricky?

Suddenly there was a reluctance in his heart. He looked up at the old man's face, Brando's grandfather's face. The old man was still serious, and his wrinkled face was slightly disappointed.

This disappointment hurt him deeply.

It was as if Brando's memories of the past two decades had suddenly become clear, as if to escape from his body and fight alone with his grandfather.

I can do it, let me do it--

Suddenly he felt the thought in his mind, and he knew that it was Brando's emotions that were affecting him. He has been integrated into the world, into the memories of his loved ones.

But he shook his head again, wasn't it? Maybe this is the golden devil tree using human weakness? He had to use that technique to leave the dream immediately, but when he put his hand in that position, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Because he saw the disappointment on the old man's face became more apparent--

"No, I can't abandon Brando."

"But you need to understand that the Golden Devil Tree is taking advantage of Brando's weakness."

"But even then, that's part of me."

"You will fail."

"But abandoning weakness and not defeating yourself."

Brando suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly realized why Brando's grandfather hadn't spoken once from the beginning to the end. Although the old man should have many chances to completely break Brando's psychological defense line, although the old man's face was always deeply disappointed.

But the old man said nothing, he just watched so quietly, waiting quietly.

Brando suddenly felt a flash of lightning running through his heart, reflecting every dark corner of his heart. He suddenly understood that this was not the golden tree that had mercy on Brando.

No, but the young man is still the last piece of pure land in his mind!

why?

Brando couldn't help but look up at the old man's serious, slightly sighing face, the face hidden in the shadow of the old house, what seemed to be hidden in the old man, was he disappointed?

It was disappointment.

Suddenly he shuddered all over, what was the wait in disappointment, the silent hope, Brando. That was the grandfather in Brando's memory. The severe, deep eyes were full of disappointment for the young man's growth, but this deep disappointment was not blame-but hope that someday Brando would understand Realize the affection behind this expectation.

Your loved ones will never really blame you, they will just wait and wait for the day you understand, maybe one day they will grow old, maybe one day they will die, but they will stay in your heart and wait for you to understand one day.

Wait until you understand their love for you.

Brando looked up, holding his sword tightly in his hands. He looked up, holding back his tears, and thought he knew the world, but never thought he knew nothing.

"Brando, do you remember what I said to you? Your spine must be as straight as your sword, and the man in Damon's family must be alive and upright, you are my grandson, you and me The best one. "The old man once again raised his sword.

"Come on, let me see what you have learned in the ten years since I left."

Brando nodded, already in tears. It was his grandfather's words, and it was not, it was the answer he gave himself in his own heart, and this was the way Brando wanted.

He took a deep breath.

Two swords staggered-

"Stand up, Brando, how could the Damon man be so weak."

"What are you crying for? Peeling the skin can kill you?"

"Say, how can I punish you this time?"

The grandfather in the impression should be the grandfather who sat sternly in the position of his parents and remained silent, looking at his grandfather with a disappointed look.

The grandfather in the impression should be the grandfather who is always dissatisfied with everything he does.

But the old man in memory finally finished the last journey in his life. Brando stood in front of the wooden bed and felt that his grandfather's hand was gently on his head, as if he was by the Bragg River when he was a child. He rubbed his hair like that, but eventually lost his strength and stroked his young face.

So rough, but it makes people feel full of confidence. That sigh, even if it was disappointed in the end, still placed heavy responsibility and hope?

Brando felt that his grandfather's dream was falling apart around him, and he held the candlelight medal that was turning into a bit of sand and dust for a long time.

"Thank you, old man."

"Thank you, my grandfather."