In a hidden cave, the old beggar held the little beggar's hand, and said something dying, the old beggar was covered in wounds, and there was a cracked wound on his body, leaving blood out, and the blood stained the ground red, and also stained the little beggar's eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ziyi, grandpa can't be with you in the future, you have to take good care of yourself in the future. The old beggar said weakly, the little beggar's tears couldn't stop flowing down, and he used his hand to plug the old beggar's wound: "Grandpa, you will be fine, Ziyi will always listen to you in the future, okay?" The old beggar smiled, patted the little beggar's head, and then shook his head: "Grandpa can't take you to eat delicious food in the future, and he can't take you to hunt rabbits to eat, remember not to be blinded by hatred, grandpa doesn't expect you to take revenge, live well" Then the old beggar spat out a mouthful ・・・・・・・of dirty blood, and his arm hung down.

"Liar, deceitful, right?" The little beggar looked at the old beggar's hanging arm, and hurriedly held the old beggar's hand, but the old beggar finally left, the little beggar had red eyes, and looked up to the sky and roared: "Wang family, my purple wing and you are incompatible!" Then the little beggar's eyes shed two tears of blood, and in this way, a thin child received 7 days and 7 nights by the side of a dead old man, and in these seven days, the little purple wing cried all his tears.

The little beggar's name is Purple Wing, it was picked up by the old beggar, I heard the old beggar say, that night the lightning thundered, and suddenly a purple lightning fell from the sky, and then the old beggar picked up the newborn little Purple Wing, to say why it is called Purple Wing, because the back of the little beggar has a purple birthmark like a wing, so the old beggar raised Purple Wing, although the old beggar has no money, but he relies on animal milk to feed the little Purple Wing.

Since childhood, the old beggar has treated Xiao Ziyi as a gift from God, and loves it very much, but the beggar is a beggar after all, the lowest level of society, and everyone is bored with the existence, after Xiao Ziyi was beaten by Wang Gang, the eldest young master of the Wang family, the old beggar went to the Wang family to ask for an explanation, but he didn't expect the Wang family to throw the old beggar out of the door without saying anything, and secretly found someone to stab the old beggar, the little beggar found the dying old beggar, but the little Ziyi is still very small, as long as the wound is blocked, it will be fine, and then the little Ziyi found the cruelty of reality, he shouted hard, looking for someone to help, but in exchange for everyone's indifferent eyes, someone even kicked the little Ziyi away。

After the little purple wing buried the old beggar, he didn't know where to go, looked at the starry sky at night, and thought of the old beggar's little by little: in the forest, an old man carried a child on his shoulder and shouted: "Sell children, sell children・・・・・" and the child laughed while pulling the old man's big white beard: "Tell you to sell children, you can't sell them." The old man always laughed and shouted: "If you don't buy it, the little young man will spare his life, and the little young man will spare his life." "Now the child is still there, but the old man is gone.

Little Purple Wing walked aimlessly on the streets of the town, smelling the aroma of food in the air, Little Purple Wing touched Gurgling's belly, and walked back to the cave silently, and when he arrived at the mouth of the cave, Little Purple Wing showed a smile: "Grandpa, Purple Wing is back." There was no echo in the cave for a long time, and Little Purple Wing walked into the cave gloomily, and the grandfather who used to cook a lot of delicious meals disappeared.

At night, Little Purple Wing curled up in the corner of the cave, thinking about every bit of the old beggar, wanting to cry but couldn't cry anymore, because this strong child knew that even if he cried, no one would come to coax him, recalling what the old beggar said when he was dying, Little Purple Wing decided to become stronger and help his grandfather take revenge. In this way, a small seed of revenge was planted in the child's heart.

Time flashed for two years, two years, the little beggar was already 12 years old, in front of a hidden cave, suddenly a little beggar came out, the little beggar walked into the cave: "I'm back." "Facing the empty cave, this is what the little beggar must do every day, maybe there is still a trace of longing in the child's heart.

Xiao Ziyi put down the wild fruits he picked, walked to the corner of the cave and turned out two worn-out bowls, one in front of himself and the other in front of an old scarf, put the wild fruits in the bowl and talked to himself about the events of the day: "Grandpa, do you know, I picked a lot of fruits today, and also, I saw a wild hare, take me to hunt rabbits next time, okay?" Then Xiao Ziyi paused for a while, and smiled reluctantly: "That's it, then you must take me there in the future"

After Xiao Ziyi finished eating the fruit, he looked at the untouched fruit in front of him: "Grandpa, don't you like to eat it?" Then he silently put away the bowl and fruit, and looked at the sky: "It's so late, go to bed." In this way, Purple Wing lay down on the cold stone with his old scarf in his arms, and slept peacefully.

The next day, Xiao Ziyi got up from the stone, put the strap around his neck and said, "Then, grandpa, I'm going out." Then the boy left the cave, came to the town, walked to a flower building door and looked quietly inside, Granny Hua saw the little beggar, a mildew face asked someone to throw out two steamed buns, seeing that the little beggar did not leave, ready to call someone to drive away the beggar, but the little beggar suddenly picked up the steamed bun and smashed it at Granny Hua, and then left quietly, Granny Hua shouted sharply: "Phew, mildew!"

Xiao Ziyi stood in the distance and looked at Hualou, his eyes were scarlet and his fists were clenched, his nails were deeply sunk into his palms, and blood flowed down from his wrists: "Wang Gang, Wang family, they all have to die." Then he reached out and took out a sharpened piece of iron, and waited quietly, like a hungry wolf on standby.

The sky gradually darkened, and finally a pale young man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked out of the flower building, followed by a strong man, the big man held a seven or eight-year-old boy in his hand, Xiao Ziyi hid the iron piece into the cuffs, and then ran to the pale and overindulgent young man knelt down: "This uncle, poor and pitiful, give food to eat." Wang Gang looked at the little beggar in front of him with disgust, and suddenly seemed to have found something, and said with a mocking smile: "Oh, who do I think, the feelings are you bedbug, Wang Feng, give him something to eat." The big man answered, then turned around and prepared to take the food and throw it to Xiao Ziyi.

This is Xiao Ziyi suddenly seized the opportunity, took out an iron piece and stabbed Wang Gang, where did the eldest young master of the Wang family go through this situation, and immediately stayed on the spot, but the big man next to him suddenly burst into a shout, kicked the little beggar away, and the thin little beggar didn't stop until he hit the wall, and then didn't get up again, and Wang Gang finally eased up, tremblingly touched the wound on his face that was stabbed by Xiao Ziyi, and then looked at Xiao Ziyi lying on the ground with a hideous face: "You dare to hurt me, I'll let you die, Wang Feng, kill him." Then the little boy suddenly turned into a giant sword, and Wang Feng held the giant sword and walked towards the little purple wing step by step.

Wang Gang suddenly thought of something and said with a cruel smile: "Wait, don't kill you." Little Purple Wing's pupils shrank, and he looked at the giant sword in the big man's hand: "Artifact!"

The big man walked to Xiao Ziyi expressionlessly, looked at Xiao Ziyi lying on the ground with his head down, seemed to think of something, was dull for a moment, and then raised his foot and stepped on Xiao Ziyi's head, twice at once・・・・・・ I don't know how long it took, Wang Gang squatted down and grabbed Xiao Ziyi's hair and slapped him: "Yo, how can you be honest, aren't you quite capable? Please, maybe I'm in a good mood to let you die." Little Purple Wing reluctantly opened his eyes, revealing a row of teeth stained red with blood. Laughed miserably: "Wang Bagang, you, cough cough, don't worry, Lao Tzu will not beg you even if he dies." After speaking, he spat a mouthful of dirty blood on Wang Gang's face.

Wang Gang stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, then slammed on Xiao Ziyi's head, and said with a cruel smile: "Haha, that's it, in fact, even if you beg me, I won't let you go, you know, you know, your grandfather was killed by me at the time, how is it, what does it feel, hahahaha." Then Wang Gang laughed wildly, Xiao Ziyi listened with red eyes, raised his head and looked at the crazy Wang Gang tenaciously and roared: "I want you to die, Wang Gang only wants me to live, sooner or later I will kill ・・・・・・・・ one day"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a giant sword nailing Xiao Ziyi to the ground, a giant sword and a child who was only a teenager, Xiao Ziyi stared at his eyes and smiled miserably: "Grandpa, I'm back, wait, wait for me, I still want to eat the rabbit soup you made・・・・・・" Finally, his eyes were tired and "fell asleep".

The sky suddenly tilted and rained heavily, purple lightning pierced the sky, Wang Gang looked at the little purple wing on the ground mildewyly, and then looked at Wang Feng reproachfully: "Hey, why did you kill him, it's really a despicable thing, go, dispose of the corpse." Wang Feng glanced at Wang Gang in humiliation, and then the moment he turned around, his tightly clenched fist slowly loosened.

In the rain, a big man carried a pale young man on his back, the young man had a giant sword in his abdomen, the big man walked out of the town, came to a big tree outside the town, looked around vigilantly, and then put the young man on the ground, pulled out the giant sword, looked at the pale young man and sighed: "Seal the war!" Strange things happened, the giant sword in the big man's hand turned into a white light, and then turned into a little boy, the little boy squatted next to Xiao Ziyi and asked sadly: "Then, master, is he still alive?" Wang Feng sighed: " It's just that he has lost too much blood, and it should be okay to give him a blood pill. ”

The little boy's pupils suddenly lit up: "Really?" "Really." "Shall we save him?" The big man seemed to be unable to withstand the little boy's pleading, and finally took out a blood rejuvenating pill from his pocket and stuffed it into Xiao Ziyi's mouth, seeing that Xiao Ziyi's face slowly became ruddy, and then pulled the little boy and left. As he left, the little boy drew an enchantment beside Little Purple Wing.

In the town, Wang Gang waited a little impatiently, and finally saw the figures of two people, and cursed: "Waste, after Lao Tzu gets the artifact, the first one will behead you first, and then get your artifact." ”

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