Douluo's death sickle

Tiandou City, Prince's Mansion.

Prince Snow Star was watching the dance of a ragged fox girl in front of him with great interest, the wine glass in his hand was shaking gently, and his eyes were full of desire.

"Master..." A man in brocade robes bowed to Xuexing's side and whispered, "The awakening of the young master's martial spirit has been completed."

"Oh? What is the soul power level?" Xuexing knew what his son's martial soul was without asking. He must be like him, a noble swan.

"Master, the young master's martial spirit is..." The man hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Say!" Xue Xing frowned slightly, waved the fox girl to retreat, and took a sip of wine.

"The young master's martial spirit is a sickle, and his innate spirit power is level 1."

"What?" Xue Xing slapped his hand on the coffee table, thinking of his little son named Xue Yu.

He was just a child born to a commoner woman by accident. He had no background in the palace. The only thing that could arouse some interest was that he was a boy.

I originally had some expectations for him. Although he could not inherit the family business, as long as he could practice, he would still be of some use to the family.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a waste with level 1 soul power and a martial soul sickle. If he told such a waste, it would be an embarrassment to Prince Snow Star of the Heaven Dou Empire.

"Master, the young master's mother's martial spirit is the sickle..." The man still wanted to persuade, but Xue Xing waved his hand.

How could he not know that that commoner woman's martial spirit was a sickle, a lowly martial spirit that was only suitable for farming?

"Give him a small town and let him live his life in peace. Whatever happens, it's my seed." Xuexing didn't want to mention this son again, or even want to see him more.

"Yes!" The man bowed and stepped back.

…

In a small courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, Xue Yu was lying on the bed, crossing her legs, and a sickle as black as ink was slowly turning in the palm of her hand.

Is there any mistake, I have traveled through time for six years, and this is what I was given? Come on, I am a time traveler after all, and I don’t care if I don’t have system benefits. At least you can give me a powerful martial spirit!

If that doesn't work, it would be better to give the soul power level to a person with full innate soul power!

If I don't touch any of these, how can I live? Eat and wait to die?

The more Xue Yu thought about it, the angrier she became, so she simply covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Xue Yu traveled to this familiar yet unfamiliar world six years ago. Because he has a complete memory, his temperament appears to be more precocious than others. Therefore, he does not have a single friend in this so-called Prince's Mansion.

This is a world where the weak prey on the strong and the strong are respected. Xue Yu, who originally wanted to make a difference, was beaten back by this useless martial soul and level 1 soul power as soon as he took the first step.

If you simply have a cheap father and a prince, you can at least live a peaceful life.

If there weren't those little brats outside...

"Xueyu, come out, what's wrong? Are you too embarrassed to see people?"

"Hahahaha, of course I don't have the face to see anyone. What can the Sickle Martial Spirit and level 1 soul power do? Hahahaha..."

"Xueyu, aren't you usually quite crazy? Didn't you say that when the martial soul awakens, you will come to teach us a lesson? Come out!"

"Hey, Xue Fu, you have awakened level 7 soul power, how can Xue Yu teach you a lesson?"

"Who knows, maybe he wants to cut the wheat with a sickle and cook to death!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Xue Yu, don't be like your shameless mother who hides away..."

Bang...

The door was kicked open, and Xue Yu walked out with a face as cold as frost.

In this world, Xue Yu can ignore anyone, but he cannot turn a blind eye to his mother.

His mother was a poor person. In his memory, she stayed in this yard every day and never left the yard. She depended on him for life. She was not taken out until she died of a serious illness a year ago.

Cheap Dad has only come here three times in the past six years, and Xue Yu has only seen him no more than ten times. In this Prince's Mansion with a cold nature, only Mom is his real relative.

"Hey, when it comes to your mother, she comes out. It seems that she is still a little bloody."

Xue Yu has four children in front of her. These are the children of Xue Xing's other wives and concubines. The leader is an eight-year-old boy named Xue Fu, and he is the one who started to mock.

"Shut your stinky mouth and stop spewing feces!" Xue Yu had fought with Xue Fu before, but due to his age, he would be beaten to a black and bruised face every time.

In the past, my mother cared about me and helped apply medicine, but now, Xue Yu is the only one left.

"Little bastard, if you dare, say it again!" Xue Fu's little face turned red, her whole body soul power circulated, and the shadow of the noble swan martial spirit appeared behind him.

"You are also the blood of that old guy. If you call me a bastard, wouldn't you be calling yourself a bastard?"

I'm not allowed to scold you yet!

"You!" Xue Fu was furious, waving her fist and already hitting him.

Xue Yu quickly dodged to avoid it, but the opponent's blow, which contained soul power, was so fast and powerful that he couldn't dodge it at all.

Bang...

Xue Yu was punched in the chest, and his whole body flew backwards, hitting the stone pillar behind him hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"You are a waste, and your mother is a waste too. People like you should not appear in the palace!" Xue Fu had already come to Xue Yu and slapped her.

Xueyu raised his two forearms to block, and was knocked out again, falling to the ground, leaving a bloody mark.

"Trash, next time you curse someone, think about how many punches you can take!" Xue Fu snorted coldly, with contempt on her face, then turned around and left.

"Hey..." Xue Yu endured the pain all over her body and slowly stood up.

"What? You haven't been beaten enough? Or do you already want to die?" Xue Fu curled her lips disdainfully, "Killing you will only make us lose one toy. Live well and be in a bad mood next time.

, we’ll come find you again.”

"Haha..." The blood on the corner of Xue Yu's mouth flowed to the ground along with his saliva, and he suddenly rushed towards Xue Fu.

"You are really looking for death!" Xue Fu was not polite, raised her foot and kicked him.

Xue Yu paused and dodged Xue Fu's kick. At the same time, a sickle as black as ink appeared in his hand. As his arm waved, it slashed across the opponent's neck.

A flash of surprise flashed in Xue Fu's eyes, and then he lost his energy. A bloodshot appeared on his neck, but no blood flowed out until his body fell weakly.

"Kill...kill...kill! Kill!" Xue Fu's followers shouted and ran out, leaving only Xue Yu who was at a loss.

A cold black mist floated out from Xue Fu's body, was pulled by Xue Yu's sickle, and entered his body.

The sudden influx of mist made Xue Yu feel that the strength in his body had actually increased.