Dragon Zero

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Opening his eyes and gradually sober, the white-haired little boy looked at this strange room. The room was small and dim, and the curtains on the wall were pulled tightly. Only the ceiling covered with wallpaper, there were warm crystals that gave off a weak light.

This seems to be a hotel, and a small room in a hotel suite. But the little boy was not sure, because he had never lived in a real hotel.

After a while, the door of the room was opened, and a woman came in, the white-haired woman seen in the tavern.

The woman came to the bed with a cup of steaming coffee and looked at her boy with her eyes open on the bed: "You wake up."

"Where...where is this?" The little boy's voice looked hoarse and weak, and his throat seemed to be dried by the fire.

The woman sat on the head of the bed, put the back of her hand gently on the boy's forehead: "Your head is hot, do you want some water?"

The little boy nodded strenuously.

The woman lifted him up and gave him his coffee.

The little boy murmured and finished all the coffee in the cup, leaving nothing left.

The woman asked him to lie down, so he sat at the bed and looked at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at me for?" The little boy's voice was clearer than before, but he still looked weak.

The woman reached out and touched his face, gently stroking his hair and ears.

"Do you know me?" The little boy felt kind and warm.

The woman shook her head: "I don't know. I'll buy you medicine later, but you have to answer a few questions first."

The little boy nodded.

The woman asked the first question: "What is your name?"

The little boy shook his head: "I don't know, I don't have a name."

"What do others call you?"

The little boy didn't speak, maybe someone else didn't call him well.

The woman asked again: "How old are you and do you know where your family lives?"

The little boy shook his head again: "I... I am an orphan."

The woman asked, "Where did you live before?"

"I don't remember," the little boy said.

"You have been wandering?"

The little boy nodded.

The woman said: "Can I see your eyes?"

The little boy hesitated and nodded.

The woman stretched out her hand and opened his eyes, carefully watching his eyes.

The little boy was a little scared, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

"Don't move, look at my eyes."

The little boy did not dare to move around, looked at the aunt in front of her with her eyes open, looked at her red lips, bright eyes, beautiful nose, pointed chin, and felt so close. Like seeing your family.

The white-haired woman let go of her hand: "Okay, you rest, I'll buy you cold medicine."

The little boy watched her leave, probably because of illness, and soon fell asleep with closed eyes.

After leaving the hotel, the white-haired woman on the road pondered: "Yes, he is a member of my family. But how is this possible, aren't all the people in the family dead? Do other people survive? ? Or is he the child of that woman? No, that woman cannot have such a child."...

spring.

Under the river bridge, the white-haired boy happily held a half-box of pizza, and his stomach was already screaming. When he was about to eat, a figure came to him.

"Where did your pizza come from?" The white-haired woman looked at the teenager.

"Master!" The teenager looked like he had done something wrong, and showed a fearful look.

"Are you going to beg again?"

"No, they gave it to me."

"Throw it." The white-haired woman's voice was cold.

"division……"

'Slap' a heavy slap in the face of the teenager, the white-haired woman said angrily: "You just need to get sympathy and charity from others? Did I forget what I taught you? In this world, only the weak Talents want to get the mercy of others and want to survive in the world, only by their own strength..."

summer.

On the street, several young people kicked and beat around the white-haired boy. Until the boy could no longer climb, they laughed at the boy's things and spit urine on the boy, and left. .

In the distance, the white-haired woman quietly watched all this before slowly approaching the teenager: "Do you feel it? This is the world. Even if they are also orphans, they will not have any pity on you. Maybe some rich people will give you a little sympathy like a dog, but in the face of survival, this world can only fight and kill..."

fall.

"Did you see Bingzhixie? That family has a lot of money. No matter what method you use, to steal, rob, swindle, and kill, I want that person's family's money to become mine..."

winter.

The heavy snow was floating in the sky. Kula took Xiao Bing's childish hand and walked forward step by step in the thick snow.

"Master, where are you going to take me?" Xiao Bing Zhixie almost fell a few steps, but he still followed the master step by step.

Kula just said two words: "Go home."

"Go home? Do you also have a master?"

Kula lowered his head and said to him: "It's not really a home, it's where I live."

"Is it far away?"

"It's far, and it's cold."

Xiaobing childish evil said: "What are we going to do there?"

"I want to teach you magic, teach you magic seriously."

"it is true?"

"Really." Kula said: "So we will stay there for a long time."

"how long?"

"a long time."

Xiaobing childish evil question: "Aren't we leaving?"

"No, we will leave, there is not our real home."

"Master, why are you so good to me?"

Kula smiled softly: "Because we are a family."

Six months later.

Xiaobing childish evil said: "Master, where are you going?"

"I have something to do, I have to leave for a while."

"Don't you take me to me?"

Kula said: "You are here to study the magic I taught you? If I find that you have not learned, I will hang you on the tree and strip your clothes and whip all day and night."

"Then when will you come back?"

"I don't know, maybe it will be soon, maybe it will take a while."

"How long is it after a while?"

"Don't ask, go and practice magic. I hope you won't be killed by the beast when I come back."

Two months later.

"Master, you are back."

"Ok."

"I learned all the magic you taught."

"Ok."

"Are you upset, Master?"

"Ok."

"Something unhappy, can you tell me?"

"No. You can cook."

"Oh."

After half a month.

"Where are you going to take me? Master? Are you leaving here?"

"leave temporarily."

"But you taught me the magic, I haven't learned it yet."

"I want you to do something for me."

"what's up?"

"You know when you go."

Three months later.

"Master, they are so good to us. Why did you kill them?"

"Because they betrayed us."

"But didn't we succeed in the end? You can spare them."

"They have betrayed, they are enemies. The enemies cannot live, and if you live, you will die."

"Master, you go out often, do you do these things?"

"Ok."

"why?"

"I need more money, more power."

Five months later.

"Master, where are you taking me this time?"

"I want to test your achievements in the past few months."

"How to test?"

"I will throw you in a forest without people. You want a person to survive in the forest for ten months."

"Aren't you with me?"

"I still have something to leave."

"What if I die in the forest..."

Ten months later.

"Master, can you teach me the most powerful magic?"

"No?"

"why?"

"Because you can't learn."

"I can learn. You see, did I survive this year?"

"But the manta rays protecting you are dead."

"Master, am I strong now? How does it compare with those outside?"

Kula shook her head: "You are still weak, not their opponent."

"Ah, are they really so powerful? I think I have worked hard, am I too stupid?"

"Ok."

Bing Zhixie asked: "Master, how can I be so powerful?"

"If you want to prove yourself, first become a magician, and then conquer a dragon to be your friend."

Bing Zhixie affirmed: "I will definitely become a magister, and then conquer a dragon."

"If you do it, I will give you my favorite hat."

"Really? Isn't this your baby, Master?"

Kula smiled: "So you must do it."

"Well, I will. What about the most powerful magic?"

"You did it, I will teach you."

Three and a half months later.

"Bing Zhixie, come here."

"What is it, Master?"

"I'm leaving."

"Oh."

Kula took off the hat on his head and put it on his head: "This hat is for you."

"Master..." Bing Zhixie said: "Don't you say that I will be given to me only after I become a magister? I think I will soon succeed."

Kula gently touched his cheek and smiled: "I know, I know you will, so Master gave it to you in advance."

"Where are you going? Is there something wrong?"

"Well," Kula said: "Bing Zhixie, if Master does not return within six months, you will leave here."

"Why? Master, don't you come back?" Bing Zhixie asked hurriedly.

Kula nodded with a smile: "Yes. Because at that time, Master was already dead."

Bingzhixie was there.

Kula hugged the childish evil: "Master knows that you will become a magician and you will also surrender to the dragon. Master's most powerful magic book is already on the table, remember what Master said, You must live by your own strength, don't depend on others, don't trust anyone, remember... remember?"

Bing Zhixie felt that Master's voice was shaking, and she could feel the tears falling from her face staining her face.

The wind and snow are flying, Bing Zhixie stands in the snow and wind, looking at the end of the path, looking at the figure that will never appear again...

"Master..."

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