"My son, go away, you are the only hope. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info family, it's up to you......"

"Brother, Xuan'er is waiting for you, you must be the strongest!"

"Little brother, don't worry, there is a big brother in the clan, you ...... Take care of ......"

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Wind Clan, in the Demon Pavilion. The demon boy sat quietly on the bed, his complexion constantly changing, and his body was covered with cold sweat, as if he was suffering a lot. It's like, I'm going through a, a nightmare.

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"Father, why do we want to cultivate?" At that time, the young man was ignorant and didn't know how big the world was. The tall man beside him was not angry, his eyes looked at the sky, and he said in a deep voice: "For, strong!"

"Why? Aren't we having a good time now, isn't it enough to cultivate as long as we are physically strong?" the young man was puzzled, his eyes were black and white.

"Strong, not to prove anything to anyone, not to hurt others, not to be admired by all people," the tall man stroked the young man's forehead, "we are just to have enough strength to protect us, those who love." ”

The boy was silent. He looked at the demons in front of him who had been sent out by his own clan to assassinate him and his father, and he still couldn't understand why these killers loyal to his clan wanted to do something to his father, who was the head of the clan. The boy looked at his father, the man had a swarthy dagger in his chest, it was the devil who attacked his father, and it was said that the third realm of the emperor would also touch it and die. His father is the third realm of the Emperor Gate.

Father, will you die? The boy's mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do. He seems to know, he should have grown up.

Later, the father did not die. His mother arrived, and his father and he returned safely. But my father was poisoned by the dagger, and only the forbidden land of the clan had an antidote. He went, without hesitation. He knew, perhaps, that this was the price of growing up.

He did it. No one could get out of the forbidden land in the era, and he did. Everyone in the clan was happy, even the second elder who sent the demon demon to assassinate him and his father that day.

The boy pouted. He knows everything, just, doesn't know why.

And now, he seems to know. Is that why you need to be strong......

The father's poison was cured, because he brought back the antidote from the forbidden place. The father also seemed to be very happy, went to the Forbidden Heavenly Tower, and when he came back, he ordered the second elder to be killed, and he became the young head of the clan.

That night, his father crept into his room, passed on the proverbs of the clan, and told him some more things.

Does my father want to use the power of the clan to seal the heavenly mourning, but do you want to leave the clan by yourself, do you want to be strong enough to destroy the heavenly mourning......

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In the Demon Pavilion, the young man's face was hideous, as if he was bearing great pain. Then, the boy slowly woke up. He opened his eyes, his front was blood-red, and he took a deep hand and grabbed the rust-scratched knife on his back with his left hand, and the sleeve of his right arm was empty.

"Powerful, at a cost...... the boy muttered to himself. That year, when the boy walked out of the forbidden land, he had no eyes of his own, no right arm of his own, and something more. Probably, it is those who cherish themselves and lose them, and those who do not want others but envy them, and they get them.

Has he ever been happy?

The boy sat up from the bed, walked down, and walked out of the room. He could feel the aura around him building up around him, and he knew that he was really about to start walking on the path of strength.

You can't look back, you can't regret it.

"Father, this is my first calamity. Little sister, big brother, I'm really leaving, fate, take a step, it's the way back. Wait for me, wait for me ......"

The young man, walking out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky, just like his father did that year.

"My name is Moro......"

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