League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The night is over, and the day is rising.

The dark underground headquarters of the Nightblade Killer is not called a room, but behind the solid iron gate of a prison.

The rigid chains made a crisp sound of 'cracking la la'. At the end of the chains were handcuffs and handcuffs. The cold metal seemed to melt into the body, tightly restraining a pale and strange-looking child.

The child who got up from the bed has a flat nose, a tear mole at the corner of the eye, narrow and long eyebrows, and protruding cheekbones due to malnutrition. The child is three-point handsome overall, but the child's skin color is abnormally pale due to the lack of sunlight all year round. .

At the other end, the bald woman with a tendon rope and a leather dog leash vaguely still has the beautiful appearance of the past. Her clothes are disheveled and her private parts are exposed casually. She is lying on a clean and tidy bed like a dog, covering her face innocently. To be asleep.

Unlike the woman who couldn't sleep without a dog on a leash, the boy was deliberately imprisoned by his uncle.

As early as a few hours ago, the boy had woken up, and since he opened his eyes, he has been looking at the woman in the distance with a blank expression. For several hours, the boy's amblyopia gaze has not shifted, and the index finger of his right hand has not moved. It beat on the iron chain very regularly, beating with the heart.

He spent countless dawns like this, and he could even remember the time when he was breastfed by that dog-like woman.

It wasn't until three years ago, when he was four years old, that he was completely weaned from breastfeeding. He was forbidden by his uncle to have contact with women, so that the boy who could no longer suck the mother's love was depressed for a long time, but fortunately he got used to it later.

For him, breastfeeding has long been beyond the meaning of essential nutrients for survival, and it is more like the umbilical cord of blood that is only connected with women and can never be cut off.

That dog-like woman, who can't speak, is his mother.

‘Da~da~da~’

The boy's fingers stopped suddenly, and his dull and empty eyes moved away from the woman for the first time, staring at the iron gate.

Five seconds later, there was the sound of footsteps outside the iron door. Three seconds later, there was the sound of a lock turning on the iron door. One second later, a smiling man with an irreparable rift on both sides of his mouth walked into the 'room'.

As always, the law-like strict trajectory of action.

This is his uncle, Hector.

The boy raised his head, staring at the smiling face getting closer, and slowly put down the two plates of delicate food in his hands, white bread with butter, a small glass of milk, and two pieces of delicious beef Dry.

One plate was placed in front of him, and the other plate was placed by the man on the woman's bedside. While eating the food on the plate, the boy continued to stare at the man while slowly pouring milk into his mouth.

The man sat by the bed, the creepy smile on his face gradually faded, he kissed the woman's forehead lovingly, gently tidied up the woman's messy clothes, and carefully removed the dog leash hanging on the wall Hook up and finally touched the woman's head.

The woman opened her hazy eyes and stayed in a daze for a while before she fixed her gaze on the man, with joy on her face.

"Wow! Wow!"

The woman made a cheerful sound, and under the lead of the dog leash, she slowly circled the man a few times, her agile movements did not hit anything.

"Good sister, be good, my brother has brought you breakfast."

Putting the woman on his lap, the man carefully picked up the bread and tore open strands one by one, fed it into the woman's mouth, helped her drink milk and ate beef jerky, and finally wiped the woman's mouth clean. After rearranging the messed-up clothes of the woman, and shaking the kettle that can produce water with just a push, the man's face became softer.

I drank a lot of water.

Clothes and sheets were just changed yesterday morning, and they haven't been soiled all day, so they don't need to be cleaned again today.

It seems that my sister was also very obedient yesterday.

"Sleep, good sister, my brother is going to take his nephew on a long trip."

"Wow! Wow!"

The woman refused to fall asleep, and crawled towards the boy, took off half of her shirt, and made an instinctive breastfeeding action.

The boy licked his lips, his throat felt dry instinctively, but he didn't dare to do anything.

The man frowned, and then he became more determined in his mind.

Forcibly hugging the woman back and tidying up his shirt, the expressionless man's tone was a little heavier.

"sleep."

Sure enough, upon hearing the man's change of tone, the woman became a little more fearful, and glanced at the boy reluctantly. The woman obediently crawled back to the bed. The deformed bones had already adapted to the arched sleeping position, and the man who was heartbroken and numb couldn't help it. Correct it again.

To make his younger sister live more comfortably for the rest of his life, besides serving his master, is the only happiness he can maintain before he breathes... Except, when it comes to that bastard, he will never spoil his younger sister.

After comforting his sister to fall asleep, the man's eyes turned indifferent for an instant, and he looked at the boy staring at him. The corner of the man's mouth curled up, returning to his usual weird smile, and he grabbed a few small pills condensed from Yuezibai from his pocket. Throwing it into the mouth, chewing greedily, the body trembled slightly in excitement.

"Sacco, uncle has taught you everything, today you will show uncle what you have learned."

"Okay, uncle."

"If you can pass the test, you can meet the master. Don't forget the etiquette I taught you."

"Master... I understand, uncle."

For this title that is destined to become the master of his own destiny, Shaco has had countless fantasies in countless days and nights, but he never thought that the day to meet the master is today.

Would he be a terrible man like Uncle?

Sako had more expectations and doubts, and was freed from the chains by his uncle Hector.

"Straighten your waist, straighten your legs! When did I allow you to walk with a hunched back and open legs!?"

Under the reprimand, Sacco had to forcibly restore his distorted body under the chains to its normal form, even though the bones rubbed together, it was really painful.

"Let's go, show all your abilities, and let me know that I didn't waste my time on a waste."

The man didn't say what the result would be if he didn't pass, but Sacco understood.

That means that I will never see my mother again, and a man is not willing to kill his sister...

After receiving the magic steel throwing knife from his uncle, Sacco moved his bones a few times, squinted his eyes to adapt to the brighter light, and walked to the training ground.

Within ten meters, he was very familiar with throwing the knife in his hand into the throat of the human-shaped target. The reason why it was ten meters was because he couldn't see anything clearly beyond ten meters.

...

Before the sky had completely brightened, before heading to the Blood Amber Orphanage, Lester saw Hector who came to him on his own initiative, and a 1.3 meter boy in a black robe who was following the man.

The man was a little surprised by this scene.

"Master, this is my sister's son... child, his name is Sacco, I have trained him to be a qualified killer... Sacco, this is your master, the name of the master is 'Lester ’, you must serve your master all your life, remembering this name with your soul.”

The boy's knees sank, he knelt down on the ground, knocked his head down hard, and made a muffled sound on the stone bricks, speaking in a strange tone.

"Master Leicester, please accept Sacco's loyalty!"

Bloodstains were reflected on the stone bricks, as if he had tasted Sacco’s pain. The corner of Hector’s mouth, which had already restrained his smile, almost opened again. The man bit his tongue and tightened it quickly in the smell of blood, to prevent himself from doing anything in front of his master. Poor gesture.

In his whole life, the only thing he never smiled in front of his sister and master was because his smile had become cruel to others.

I don’t know what you think about what happened to Sacco and his family after reading this chapter. Anyway, as a bystander, I feel uncomfortable