This title seemed to be a little more effective than calling Muzi and Aiolos, Wang Chong's eyes lit up, and he shouted out two shocking words: "Coke! ham sausage!"

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Muzi's world is black and white. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, when he was born, such a black and white world did not belong to him.

He had a happy and sweet family, his parents were both lords of a small territory of Tutankhamun, sitting on an oasis with a radius of tens of miles, where the people were very friendly, farming in the oasis, hunting in the desert, his father as a lord was known as a maven in the territory, and his kind mother was a well-known beauty, in the eyes of everyone, this was a match made in heaven.

It was an incomparably beautiful childhood, Muzi grew up in the love and care of everyone, like a demon-like genius, awakened the power of the new human race early, until his third birthday.

My father went out early in the morning, and I heard my mother say that he was going to prepare one of the most precious gifts in the world for Muzi, Coke and ham sausage from the Federation!

He had heard of those two things, and the delicacy of those two magical foods could not be described in the most perfect words in the world, and Xiao Muzi had been looking forward to it since the morning, it would have been a wonderful birthday, if it hadn't been for the fact that he had walked into the manor of the priest while playing.

There is a very ordinary coffin in the manor, last year when his father was sacrificing the lord, he had seen it from afar, and heard that it was an heirloom handed down by his family from the dark ages, Xiao Muzi didn't quite understand what was good about such a strange thing, but he felt that this taboo that everyone talked about had an indescribable cordiality.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and then the coffin, which was said to have been passed down for more than ten generations without any abnormality, changed color, and that faint, blue light appeared.

The coffin was opened without warning, as if Pandora's box had been opened, and the beautiful and colorful world disappeared and the nightmare began.

Everything around him seemed to be cursed, that night, on the way back from transporting goods, his father heard that he had been attacked by a large-scale desert beast tide, and the whole team was left with no bones, followed by his mother who also fell ill, Muzi stayed in front of her bed, just three days, he watched his mother's full head of green silk turn into white hair in three days.

The mother seemed to know something, and looked at the little Muzi who was holding her hand in front of the hospital bed, crying, and sighed softly, and looked at him with that kind of pity until he was silent.

The territory held a grand funeral for his parents, but on the day of the funeral, the group of beasts that attacked his father's cargo team attacked the territory again.

All sorts of unheard of and unseen mutated creatures wreak havoc in the territory, tearing everything in the territory to shreds and turning it to ashes.

But just as no mutant beast could 'see' him, nor could they see the coffin, only the two of them were left in the ruins.

He trembled, feared, unwilling, regretted, if he could choose again, he would definitely not touch the coffin, he felt that all this was brought by the ominous coffin! But every time at the last moment of the picture, he carried it without hesitation, he wanted to study it, conquer it, at least, he couldn't let his parents die so unexplained! But this road is too long, it has been more than ten years, he is constantly moving forward, and the growth of strength is enough to use horror tactics, but the understanding of this coffin is still limited to simple black and white, simple life and death, and may have mastered some special uses of coffins, but it cannot directly point to the essence.

These images hidden deep in his heart are being replayed over and over again in Muzi's mind at this time, this is the nightmare he would have almost every night a few years ago, at first he struggled to wake up, but that struggle was obviously just useless, he sank into his dream over and over again, feeling the pain that made him the most sad in the dream, and then when he was in the most pain, he fell asleep again, and began to have the same dream again, day after day, year after year......

Until he suddenly heard a very faint voice, and he didn't know where it came from: "Muzi ......"

The former is his own name, there are too many people in the territory who call their names like this, so that Muzi can't care at all, he is still in the picture of the beasts raging at this time, maybe it was shouted by a frightened acquaintance in the territory, but he is only three years old, and there is nothing he can do except be frightened and cry.

"Bald ......"

This title made Mu Zileng froze, as if he remembered something, and he glanced at the air suspiciously.

Until a louder voice came along: "Coke!"

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If he is fragile, then Muzi is now a dead man, but he is not dead, he is alive, and he is constantly getting stronger, this is for him to figure out his fate and find his home, whether he is alive or dead, but definitely not confused!

"Yes...... Wang Chong?" Muzi remembered the name, and the picture in front of him suddenly shattered like glass, and he saw those dimensional mayflies lying on his body.

Mu Zi's eyes showed a terrifying color, it turned out to be these things, and he dared to desecrate the most sacred place in his heart!

His world has always been simple, life and death, black and white, either friends or enemies, there is no possibility of neutrality!

A terrifying soul power on his body immediately rippled out, like a judgment of life and death! Those dimensional mayflies lying on him didn't even have a chance to react, and they dimmed in an instant, like countless dust, shaking off to the ground!

Then the bright passage appeared in front of his eyes!

And in the other portal of the Floating Gate, Aeolos's eyes finally opened.

Just now, he was experiencing a battle that seemed to be forever endless, countless terrifying dimensional creatures, sixth-order and even seventh-order, and even the eighth-order high above! Crazy frenzy poured towards him like a mountain and a sea, and he fought desperately, constantly being injured until he died.

The master that Aeolos remembers said that this is his way, the way of nature—the survival of the fittest!

He likes to fight, especially this kind of bloody battle, he likes the feeling of getting stronger, only in such a bloody battle can he get stronger and stronger!

Someone else's fight has more purpose, and his fight is to fight!

In fact, he knew this place very well, and even understood that this place was just an illusion, and he even felt that he could force himself to wake up at any time, but so what?

Such a bloody battle made him intoxicated, and the real sense of blowing, feeling the strangeness of the powerful dimensional creatures around him, and the control of dimensional power, made him fascinated, and every new monster appeared, and every exhaustive death made him want to stop!

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