Magic Punk

In the dark and lightless underground cave, even oxygen is extremely thin.

Half of Xuan's body was soaked in the cold river water, but his actions were still calm and precise.

If it had always been Lan Liuyan's home field before, in this situation, he finally turned his home.

The young man waded into the water, holding on to the cold stone wall with one hand and holding the dagger tightly in the other hand. He knew very well that Lan Liuyan was also chasing him, but he had not seen him yet, which made him a little curious.

If he started to perceive life and death now, most of them were pure white lines in front of him. It could be roughly inferred that his life was not in danger for the time being, but because of this, he felt slightly confused about the direction of the future.

This was the first time he felt like this when he entered this forest.

Yes, his only purpose of coming here is to obtain the only victory, the ticket to the walking seat in Star City.

No matter whether his opponent is Lan Liuyan, Xie Junhao, Emperor Ziheng, or Zhou She.

Even if it was Xing Hedu, the master sent from above, he didn't care.

He only cares about whether he can kill enough people and get enough points to leave.

He is willing to do anything for this.

Walking in the Star City, this extremely distant and alluring term, is now his only goal in living. Even he himself knows that it is just the moon in the mirror.

But even for the stars in the dark night, the difference between having hope and having no hope is huge.

Walking alone in such darkness reminded Xuan Yi of many things.

There are many things buried deep in my memory that I have never recalled.

Xuan Yi can't remember what his parents look like. He has been learning the art of killing since he can remember.

It is a pure and almost instinctive teaching, giving you a thin piece of iron to kill mice and chickens, all the way to carnivorous beasts such as bobcats and hyenas.

You must have better intuition, more bloodthirsty, and more precise attacks than the beasts in order to survive the fight with each other.

Now the memory of that time is very blurry. He only remembers that he kept killing and killing and killing, until one day he suddenly couldn't stand up.

There was no mercy in that place. The adults threw themselves into the animal cages, unable to bear the high fever. They either killed all the beasts and crawled out alive, or they served as their snacks tonight.

Xuan Yi couldn't even hold the knife, so how could he slaughter the beasts, but the hungry beasts huddled in fear at the other end of the cage. The whole night passed, the hungry beasts and the dying children lay facing each other, just like a A profoundly meaningful oil painting.

So the adults who came to pick up his bones the next day saw the dying child and quickly reported it to the higher-ups.

That was the first drug attack he could remember.

The poison full of death was raging in his body, so sensitive beasts didn't dare to come up and take a bite.

Of course, those big men were not in the mood to detoxify him. After all, there were just as many children like him as there were, and he was not considered a genius among them. So the next morning, the adults put him in a sack, along with many others. The children's corpses were hauled to the beach together on a magic motorcycle, and then dumped on the beach.

As long as the tide rises and falls, they will be swallowed up by the waves, bit by bit by the fish and shrimp in the sea, and their bones will slowly decay and become a hotbed of coral.

The sea is the best cemetery that can contain the corpses of the entire world.

Most of my childhood memories are blurred, but only the memories from that time are particularly clear.

To this day Xuan Yi still feels that it just happened yesterday.

He lay on his back on the limp and putrid corpses of the children, looking at the sky with his eyes blankly, smelling the smell of the rotting corpses. He had a high fever, and his whole body was filled with almost burning pain, which came and went like the sound of waves in his ears.

Never before had he prayed for death as much as at that moment.

Death is the ultimate peace.

But he did not die after all. Not only did he not die, he also saw a pair of dark golden eyes, like polished bronze.

That morning, four-year-old Xuan Yi was picked up from the pile of dead people by fourteen-year-old Xing Lihua. In the blink of an eye, eleven years passed.

In fact, to this day, Xuan Yi has not really thought about how Xing Lihua raised him, but if he really wants to say it, it is probably a relationship between one who is willing to raise him and one who does not want to die.

Xing Lihua is also an orphan. She is a three-quarters mixed-race member of the Xingcheng tribe. Her father is a pure-blooded nobleman, and her mother is a half-mixed prostitute who was demoted to a pariah.

In Star City, the mixed-race Star City people are even more discriminated against than commoners of low blood like him because they were born from a filthy union.

Xuan Yi never asked Xing Lihua how she became an orphan, as if he didn't know why he was born an orphan. But in the past eleven years, Xuan Yi has seen too many mixed-race women who were desperate I also want to be pregnant with the children of those noble and important people, as if that way they can escape from the stinking quagmire that has reached their lips.

All the women Xuan Yi had seen who had thought about this were dead.

Xing Lihua is actually very poor, even poorer than they are now. At least now Xing Lihua works a night shift job. Every time Xuan Yi goes on a mission, he will set aside an appropriate share as a normal worker's salary to subsidize his family.

But at that time, they were much poorer than they are now. Every time the two of them squatted at home and were starved for a day or two, Xing Lihua would seriously discuss it with him, regardless of whether he understood or not.

She told herself that she would do it one last time, and then she would find a job to support her family, and she could buy so much wine that he would never finish it.

After saying these words, Xing Lihua will lock him in the house, leaving the last piece of bread or cooking cake that he treasures, a pot of water and the essential full bottle of spirits, and he will be out for the whole day. One night.

After a day and a night, Xing Lihua came back on time with some money, then locked himself in the room and took a bath for two hours, crying while washing.

But after a while, when they had no money, Xing Lihua would still do the last job, so that when Xuan Yi thought about it, he couldn't remember how much Xing Lihua had told him. The last time.

It wasn't until much later that Xing Lihua really found a stable job with barely enough pay. Although it was a night shift, it was better because of the money. At that time, he had slowly started to take on some simple tasks, which could earn what ordinary people would pay. A considerable reward.

But that was much later.

And when the poison in Xuan Yi's body was slowly overcome by him, those adults who originally only existed in his nightmares came to him again.

They tell themselves that although it is just a coincidence, you have successfully found your parents and can proceed to the next stage of training smoothly.

Tomorrow, you can go to Star City Public School for free, where you can learn something new.

Only then did Xuan Yi realize that the nightmare had never woken up, but it had just taken a nap.