I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Fei doesn’t remember how much he started remembering.

Maybe it’s a few months, maybe it’s a year old, maybe it’s when it’s two.

When the infant in the swaddle could recognize the face, the first face that Fei remembered was not his mother, but Sister Cui’er.

At that time, Sister Cui’er, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was still a little girl waiting to be released.

Girls hold babies every day.

Sometimes he grimaced at the baby, and sometimes he shook the rattle.

When the baby giggles, the girl laughs along with it.

“Click~” The

clouds rolled, and Leylin raged on.

The river in the sky falls.

The smashed tiles crackled.

“Little swallow, squeak. Whispering to the homeowner. The

boy slowly stood up.

Tightened the green robe wrapped around Sister Cui’er’s skull in his arms.

In the wind and rain, the boy’s thin body suddenly swayed, as if he was drunk.

The boy felt two large invisible hands appear out of thin air in front of him.

A hand strangled his throat, almost choking.

A hand grabbed his heart fiercely, an unbearable pain.

Arm force.

The boy seemed to rub the wet red and green clothes, the white skull, and the two leg bones into his chest.

“Sister Cui’er, let’s go home.”

The sky was dark and torrential rain was pouring down.

Every step of the teenager, it was very difficult.

“Little swallow, squeak.

Whisper to the homeowner:

Don’t eat your grain.

Don’t eat your chyme.

Hold a nest of sons under your eaves. The

sound of the wind and rain scraped the boy’s humming to pieces.

This is a nursery rhyme that teenagers often listened to when they were very young.

At that time, as long as the teenager who was still a baby cried or couldn’t sleep, Sister Cui’er would hum softly.

Every time he hears his sister’s nursery rhyme, the teenager will feel at ease.

That kind of security from the heart is something that my mother has never given.

“Little swallow, squeak.

Facing homeowners… Steal…… Whispering…” The

young man’s voice suddenly choked indistinctly.

This rainstorm should be turned into tears.

The teenager thinks so.

The reason why it is so sad.

It’s because in this life, I will never see my sister again.

……

It rained all the time.

Deep in the alley.

The lights are like beans.

The shadow of the huge skull cast on the wall swayed slightly with the candle fire.

The teenager is doing laundry.

“Boom~”

The clothes were twisted, and the blood and water fell into the copper basin full of crimson.

After washing Sister Cui’er’s green clothes.

The young man took a towel and wiped the rainwater on his skull and two leg bones by candlelight.

Finally, the boy took a small bench and a millstone, sat down under the eaves, and began to sharpen his sword.

Sharpen that rusty iron sword.

Tonight, the boy is going to kill!

……

“Click~Click~Click!”

The sound of sharpening the sword, piercing into the depths of the wind and rain.

Over time, the pieces of rust fall off.

The young man’s face was as desolate as snow, and he pressed the sword body with one hand and gripped the hilt of the sword with the other.

One at a time, and over and over again.

I don’t know how long has passed.

The iron sword covered in rust finally fell into the lead.

The slender and straight sword body is as clear as autumn water, shimmering with cold light.

The boy got up and walked into the house.

Looking at the skull on the table, he said softly: “Sister Cui’er, don’t be afraid, I’ll let Brother Lishan accompany you.” Gripping

the iron sword, the boy went out of the house.

Stepping on the soft yellow mud, he walked out of his yard.

Then he kicked open the door of the next courtyard.

The boy also did not know if the man was sleeping at home.

Doesn’t matter.

Anyway, no matter where he is, he is dead!

Enter the courtyard and come to the front of the main house.

The boy gently pushed open the door.

With a crunch, the wooden door opened a crack.

A strong smell of liquor came to my face.

Although the room was dark, the young man saw at a glance the man who was holding the wine altar and lying asleep on the bed.

The boy’s hand loosened.

The iron sword fell.

Easily insert into the ground.

“Zhong Lishan, you don’t deserve to die under the sword!”

In a soft voice, the boy walked towards the utility room.

Soon, he returned with an axe.

Push the door and enter the house.

Silently walked to the bed.

Looking at the sleeping man.

The boy raised his axe high.

Aiming at the man’s knee, he fell with an axe.

Today’s young man is already a peak martial artist of the Seventh Grade Realm, and he can easily lift a thousand pounds of boulders.

Go down with an axe with all your might.

Click.

Directly cut off the man’s right calf.

So much so that the axe blade was deeply embedded in the bed board.

“Ah~” A

heart-rending howl penetrated into the depths of the rain curtain.

Even though he was drunk, the man was still awakened by the pain of a broken leg.

Looking at the boy who was splashed with blood and slowly raised his axe.

The man endured the pain and said creepyly: “Ah… Fei, you, what are you going to do?!

The young man said expressionlessly, “I’m going to send you… Chop alive into a puddle of mashed meat! ”

The second axe, blatantly fell.

An axe, an axe, an axe ….

The teenager didn’t know how many axes he chopped.

When he stopped, the man was long gone.

Every piece of flesh and blood, every bone, including the hardest skull and thigh bone of the human body, was chopped to pieces.

On the bed, there was only a puddle of steaming flesh.

Sticky blood, dripping down the seam of the bed.

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, the boy’s expression was neither sad nor joyful.

There was no fear of killing for the first time.

“Bang Dang~”

Throwing away the axe with the blade rolled, the boy with his face covered in blood walked out of the house.

Draw your iron sword and return to your yard.

Walking into the house, Fei wrapped Sister Cui’er’s skull and two thigh bones into the green robe.

Immediately, the green robe, as well as the mother’s spirit card, were put into the baggage.

Carefully and carefully, at a glance, he looked around at the house where he had lived for fifteen years.

The boy was silent for a long time, leaning over and gently blowing out the candle flame on the table.

The rain was much less, from pouring to dripping.

The young man stood in the small courtyard, his eyes almost identical to his mother’s, sweeping over everything in the courtyard.

“Gone~”

the boy muttered.

Tightened the iron sword in his hand.

One last time out of the courtyard.

Never came back.

……

Rainy night.

The northwest boundary of the town.

The fenced courtyard located in front of the Shenmu Forest and on the bank of the Taiping River is silent.

In the main hall of the tile house, the blue-shirted man sitting cross-kneeled suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes.

“Come in~” A

warm jade-like voice drifted into the dark night and rain.

The blue-shirted man waved his sleeve robe, and the candle on the table a few steps away was self-contained.

The sound of clicking footsteps came from far and near, and finally landed in front of the house.

The young man’s hoarse voice sounded, “Sir, the feet are full of mud, and the kid won’t come in.” The

blue-shirted man waved his robe twice, and with a crunch, the door slowly opened.

In front of the door, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, carrying a burden on his shoulders, a wooden sword hanging from his waist, and an iron sword in his hand.

Wet hair sticking between his forehead and sideburns, tightly pursing his thin lips.

“Sir, Sister Cui’er is dead.”

The boy stretched out his palm and gently patted the baggage.

“My sister’s skull is inside.”

The blue-shirted man lowered his eyes and said, “So?

The young man said expressionlessly, “The so-called prince in the mouth of the housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion skinned Sister Cui’er alive.”

“He also let the vicious dog tear Sister Cui’er to death and gnaw it all.”

“This breath, the kid can’t swallow~

” The blue-shirted man sighed lightly and said, “Child, that young man is the ninth son of Emperor Wenjing of the current Wei Kingdom.

“Do you understand what this identity means to you?”

The teenager nodded, “Understood.”

“That prince is a cloud in the sky, and I am a mud on the earth.”

“He’s a dragon, and I’m just a bug in the gutter.”

“If I really slaughter him, there will be no place for me in the Wei Kingdom.”

“I will be like a dog, being run around the world by Weidu masters day and night.”

“The rest of my life will be upside down, and I will never be able to sleep peacefully.”

“But sir…”

the young man gritted his teeth and said word by word, “Do you want Sister Cui’er to die in vain?”

“Could it be that he, the Prince of Weidu, can kill people without paying for his life?”

“Sir, I can’t swallow this breath!”

“Sir, this world should not be like this!”

Looking at the boy who was so full of hatred that his beautiful face was hideously distorted.

The blue-shirted man’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.

“Sir, my master, you won’t be in danger because of what I did, right?”

I see.

The blue-shirted man’s eyes darkened.

The young man did not come here to find out the true identity of the prince of Weidu. Because whoever he is, the boy is killed.

The only thing the young man was worried about was that he was afraid that what he did would implicate the master.

‘Where the hell can’t I compare to that cold-blooded beast?! The

blue-shirted man whispered in his heart.

“Child, have you seen your master make a move?”

The teenager nodded.

The terrifying power of Master’s sword is still vividly remembered.

“Child, your master is far more powerful than you think.”

“As for the Ninth Prince, there are two four-rank martial artists who are closely guarded by his side, rotating day and night.”

“However, the group came from the Wei capital from afar, and the boat and car were laborious, and it happened that the sky was raining, and those two martial artists would choose to rest for the night.”

“Child, this night is your only chance to assassinate the Ninth Prince.”

“Good luck.”

The teenager took two steps back.

The man in the blue shirt lowered his head and bent his spine.

“Sir, this is the last meeting between the kid and you

~” “Goodbye sir~”

Looking at the thin back of the boy quickly disappearing into the rainy night.

The blue-shirted man whispered: “Child, goodbye~”