In the snap of his fingers, both the big man and the woman were killed, and Murong Feng was expressionless and condescending: "Are you happy?"

The thin young man trembled, the Murong Feng in his eyes had a cold temperament, and his gaze was like a torch, which made him breathless: "Brother Da Zhuang and sister-in-law Da Zhuang are good people, they often help me and my mother, why did you kill them?"

"You have not answered positively, it can be seen that you are a little happy in your heart, and the bad roots of people are undoubtedly revealed. Murong Feng sneered, and the flying sword in his sleeve shot out instantly.

The young man was shocked, thinking that the middle-aged man in white was going to be killed, his feet were inserted into the ground, and he exerted force violently, and the smoke and dust were flying, he wanted to lose the other party's eyes and take the opportunity to escape.

Murong Feng waved his sleeves lightly, not only suppressed the smoke and dust, but the young man was like a kite without a string, flying out upside down, falling heavily to the ground, adding new injuries to his body covered in scaly wounds, the old hen in his arms fluttered his wings and took the opportunity to escape, the young man grabbed the old hen to death, bit his neck, a blood splashed, the old hen struggled a few times, and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

Murong Feng stepped forward: "I thought this was a pure and unsullied paradise, but it was just another dirty and filthy place, if it was gone, it would be gone, it's a pity!"

As soon as the words fell, the flying sword flashed, and then flashed, there were two heads hanging on the flying sword, the eyes were wide open, and they couldn't be blinded, the two heads were none other than the owner and proprietress of Murong Feng's breakfast shop. Above the town, there was a faint smell of blood, and the people who had just watched the excitement leisurely and leisurely hid in their homes, peeking through the cracks in the doors and windowsills, and the lively long street of the town suddenly became deserted, with only Murong Feng and the young man.

Murong Feng glanced down at the young man, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he was smiling: "It seems that you also know that this is a black shop." ”

As soon as he entered the shop, Murong Feng, the first person in the world to use poison, had already noticed that the steamed buns were poisonous, a remote town, and vulgar drug tricks, Murong Feng was not in the mood to expose it, and just now, he moved his mind and took the head with a flying sword, but it was just a whim.

"They don't pity you, they don't care about you, your life and death have nothing to do with them, they let you live for only one reason, they need you to be worse than them. In this remote town, seeing someone who is more miserable than them will comfort their hearts, so you can't die, you can only be miserable. Murong Feng said, looking up at the dark forest outside the town: "On weekdays, they can turn a blind eye to stealing steamed bread and fruits, but if it touches the bottom line of their interests, such as stealing hens that they can lay eggs, they won't tolerate you." ”

The boy's face was cloudy.

"You are very smart, you understand these truths, and you know that as long as you don't touch their bottom line, you can live, but why are you stealing chickens today? Because you are greedy?

The boy looked out of the town, at the most dilapidated thatched hut, and tears welled up in his eyes, mixed with blood, and ran down his dirty little face.

Murong Feng knew this, and pointed to the girl who was lying on the ground crying silently: "Do you know why you didn't kill her? You should have thought of this too, did you feel a little happy at the moment you thought of it?"

The young man didn't dare to look at Murong Feng's eyes, lowered his head, and clung to the old hen that was already dead.

"Now give you a chance, I will go into this forest, you can choose to stay, continue with the old life, or you can choose to follow, every other hour, I will drop something for you, as much as you want, it is all up to you to follow. ”

Murong Feng walked into the dark forest dressed in white.

The boy endured the pain all over his body, looked at the dilapidated thatched hut not far away, and swept over the girl, the two corpses and the two heads, and gritted his teeth fiercely, the boy got up from the ground, wiped the blood on his body, and followed the white clothes into the forest.

There are many legends about this forest, and when my mother was still alive, she told him many stories about this forest, including a crow with three eyes, a tiger that can walk upright, and a ghost who eats the eyes of children...... The pictures have left a deep imprint in the young man's heart, and the unknown and mysterious forest has become an indelible childhood memory of the young man.

Feet on the thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, as if someone is grinding his teeth, I don't know how many years of trees, teeth and claws, like a flood beast that can pounce at any time, the young man is afraid, and the looming figure not far in front of him is telling him that there are still people.

Murong Feng's pace was not fast, but it was definitely not slow, it always maintained a constant speed, the straw sandals on the young man's feet were already tattered, revealing dirty feet, and the sharp branches hidden under the leaves had no mercy, piercing the young man's feet into a bloody blur.

When the young man was hungry and cold, exhausted, and discouraged, an object fell from Murong Feng's body, and the young man's heart was surging, and he ran forward, the object was a book, a book in ordinary times.

The boy was illiterate, so he stuffed the book into his arms and followed, most of the people in the town were illiterate, but the hunchbacked private school gentleman could memorize the three-character scripture, and he could ask him when he went back.

The sun was falling in the west, the night was falling, through the layers of leaves, the sky was full of stars, and the young man who had been walking for a whole day held on to the big tree beside him, panting, and there were a few more objects in his arms, a night pearl, a gold ingot, and a small box carved with a simple pattern......

Day and night, Murong Feng never stopped resting, the young man was full of shadows in front of him, he had hallucinations, and his consciousness began to blur, he lowered his head and took a bite of the hen's raw meat, chewed it twice with difficulty, raised his neck and swallowed it, licked his chapped lips and continued to move forward.

The sky was not beautiful, and on the third day, the forest was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down, and the dim and damp forest was even more terrifying, and the young man covered in rain felt that his feet were full of weight, and his arms seemed to be tied with lead.

Finally, the boy couldn't hold on, fell into the thick mud of leaves, supported the ground with his hands, struggled forward and climbed some distance, his strength reached the limit, lying on his stomach in the muddy water, let the wind and rain blow.

Murong Feng, who had been moving forward steadily, stopped, and came to the young man in the blink of an eye: "What's your name?"

"Dog mongrel. The boy weakly spat out three words.

Murong Feng rarely smiled: "A very down-to-earth name, but it's not good, in the future, you will revert to your surname Murong and your name Yanzhao." ”