Nineteen years ago, Nie Yuntian was born in a remote mountain village, a happy family of four, with his grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the family conditions are not good, the problem of food and clothing can still be solved, and they also enjoy this self-sufficient life. And his birth added a joy to this happy family.

However, the happy family of the past no longer exists.

Six years old, only in her fifties, the hard-working and kind grandmother, died of an accidental wound infection, and he didn't know what death was when he was still young, but when his grandmother went to a mysterious and distant place, and he sat at the door every day, looking at the distant road, looking forward to his grandmother coming back with his favorite fruit, but he never waited.

At the age of ten, his loving and filial father died in an accident in someone else's car.

Three years later, the kind grandfather is also gone.

At the age of sixteen, her hard-working mother was also overwhelmed and died of a terminal illness.

He is the only one left in a family of Nuoda. Since the death of his father, he has known that death is eternal loss, and at that time, he has developed a kind of hatred, a hatred of this heaven and earth, a hatred of the so-called gods who have three feet above their heads, hatred of the injustice of heaven, why good people do not live long, but wicked people can get away with it.

Yes, the wicked will eventually be rewarded with evil, and some of them have died very miserably, but that is no longer known how many years later, and before that they did not know how many sins they had done and how many people they had killed.

And what about the good guys? How many of them have died a good death? They either died at the hands of the wicked or died in agony in sickness.

Thinking of his family, only his grandfather can barely be regarded as dying, but he was also sick in his later years and was bedridden all day long. And which of his parents and grandmother were not good people? Why didn't he get a good death?

He hated, hated the injustice of the Heavenly Dao, so much so that he developed a habit of scolding the Heavens, and if there really was a Heavenly Dao to punish him, he could question him, and if not, if not, if not, he would take this as a way to vent. The Heavenly Dao has never appeared.

As soon as he thought of Tiandao, he couldn't help but scolded again, "Tiandao, you damn thing, I wish you a good death, I greet all the women of your ancestors of the eighteenth generation, I *****......" "Nie Yuntian, what are you babbling about!" Teacher Wang's piercing voice came. "Oh, I'm reading," Nie Yuntian quickly replied, he didn't want to listen to her nagging anymore.

The other classmates didn't make fun of him because of this, not because of how noble their qualities were, they also made fun of him because of them in their first year of high school, but they soon found out that making fun of Nie Yuntian was not a fun thing, not only would it not make Nie Yuntian feel embarrassed, but it would also be treated as an idiot by others, although Nie Yuntian was often troubled by the teacher, but they talked about how angry the teacher was, and whether Nie Yuntian used that trick to deal with it again.

What Nie Yuntian didn't know was that after he finished scolding, a figure shrouded in light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and he kept sneezing "Ahh、......h

"Hmm, Nie Yuntian, why is it him again. ”

Then he pinched his fingers and counted, "Oh, it turned out that his cousin died of liver cancer, well, he is also a selfless and good person, it is my duty to punish evil and promote good, but now I am really powerless! Immediately disappeared and disappeared. As if it had never been there.

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The incomprehension of his classmates and the disgust of his relatives and friends made him withdrawn and unwilling to communicate with them.

And he is still a very grudgeful person, he may not be able to remember the good things that others treat him, but if he treats people badly, he can always remember them clearly, and never give them a good face. His personality makes him only have a few friends, but these friends can be close confidants.

This has been even more true since he went to high school, where he made a new friend, and that was fiction.

Novels opened up a new world for him, and since he started reading novels, he has been deeply attracted by the stories of novels, and often stays up until three or four o'clock just to read updates, which is also the main reason why he sleeps in his sophomore year of high school.

Seeing the protagonist of the novel punishing the evil and promoting the good and killing the wicked, he was excited, especially the modern cultivation of the truth, so-and-so got the inheritance of so-and-so and soared into the sky, and the wealth of beautiful women rolled in, he yearned for it, dreaming that he would get the inheritance one day, and he would make a lot of money and take a lot of wives. But he knew it wasn't possible.

However, in his junior year of high school, he had doubts about this matter, which was a "treasure" he really got.

It was when he was just in his first year of high school, and because of his mother's departure, he was very depressed, so he went to the mountains for a walk whenever he had time.

One day, he went for a walk as usual, but came to a place he had not been before, and he did not know why he had come here, so he hurried back.

When he turned around, he saw a stone on the side of the road, and was fascinated by it after just one look, it was a stone the size of half a fist, a bit like rust, he thought it might be bloodstone, however, he knew that it had not been produced in Huijiang County or nearby, so he couldn't be sure, but he still took it home.

When I got home, I cleaned it and found that it was really just a rust-like substance, but the texture was still better, but the color was too mottled, otherwise it should be able to sell for a lot of money. It's useless to keep it, and it's a pity to throw it away. Thinking of its delicate stone, I thought it should be possible to carve a seal, and I just did it.

The children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and they can order everything.

He found a whetstone, intending to sharpen it into a cuboid.

However, he soon discovered the problem, although the stone did not dissolve in water, it was not polished, and a little force could grind a thicker layer, but he didn't care much, if it was too hard, he would not be able to cut it.

"Hiss...," the whetstone suddenly made a piercing sound, "Huh, what's going on?" Nie Yuntian picked up the stone in confusion and turned it over to check.

A blood-colored crystal shining with red light like a treasure appeared in front of Nie Yuntian's eyes, and when Nie Yuntian condensed the daylight on the blood-colored crystal, a mysterious force suddenly appeared pulling his mind, making him involuntarily approach the blood-colored crystal.

"Click" The originally clear sky suddenly sounded a thunderclap, which was a real thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Nie Yuntian woke up suddenly, and hurriedly threw away the stone in his hand.

After a while, nothing unexpected happened, he wanted to walk away, but he felt that the thing was like a ruby, so big that it could be sold for a lot of money. People die for money, birds die for food, phew, not necessarily dead, in the end it is the temptation of money that triumphs over reason.

He cautiously approached the stone, gently plucked it with his stick, and then quickly stepped back.

Finding that there was still no accident, he boldly walked over and carefully picked it up, and found that the spar did not shine again, nor did it shine a trace of luster, like a drop of red paint on the stone.

"Where's my ruby?" Nie Yuntian was still thinking about the gem. "Forget it, no, no. "He's also a carefree person.

He continued to sharpen the other five sides of the stone, and he found that the red crystal was so hard that the whetstone had not left a single trace on it.

After that, there were no further incidents, and the fist-sized stone eventually turned into a rectangle of about eight centimeters, with soft stone at the ends and hard crystals in the middle.

He took the washed spar and measured it at 3.3 centimeters in height and width, and about 6 centimeters in length.

He found a pen to write the reverse characters of the words "Nie" and "Yuntian" at both ends, and he found a carving knife sharpened by iron nails, and began to carve.

There are always accidents happening when unprofessional people do unprofessional things. "Oops" accidentally carved into his hand, and the bright red blood immediately flowed out, staining his fingers and hedron red.

A red light flashed when the blood dripped on the spar, but Nie Yuntian's attention was all focused on the wound, he went to get a band-aid and put it on, and then carved it.

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After more than an hour of fighting, the seal was finally engraved, and he hurriedly found paper and ink to try it, when the three words "Nie Yuntian" were presented crookedly on the paper. Nie Yuntian smiled contentedly and put him away closely.

Since then, Nie Yuntian has taken it out every night to play with it, and every time at this time, a mysterious power flows into his body along his palm, making him refreshed and refreshed. This is also the reason why he can stay up until three or four o'clock to read novels.

Obsessed with novels, he has always thought that this is a fairy baby, and there is a powerful fairy living in it, who will teach him the magic power of turning mountains and seas, and often narcissistically says to the crystal, "Fairy, come and take me as an apprentice!" But the fairy has never appeared.

However, Crystal gave him a powerful ability in his junior year of high school, which was to control dreams.

Everyone is capable of dreaming, but their own dreams are uncontrollable and can only be left to develop freely, thus missing out on a lot of things. Especially when he was dreaming of spring, a beautiful woman finally appeared, procrastinating and only the last step to eat meat, but he was affected by external factors and woke up from a dream, how not to annoy him. Whenever this happens, he always thinks, "If I can control the dream, then I can just **** them?"

After that, he tried hard to control the dream, and the emperor lived up to his wishes, and he finally realized it in his third year of high school. Since then, sleeping has become his daily routine, which is why he often sleeps in his senior year of high school.

He enjoys the life in his dreams, there are beautiful women, luxury cars and mansions, and no one cares about what he wants, this is the life he wants.

But not every time it can appear in modern times, sometimes it will appear on ancient battlefields, or soldiers or generals, who are fighting.

I remember that when he first appeared on the battlefield in ancient times, he was so frightened that he vomited for a few days because of the stumps on the ground, and he took several days off for this.

After entering the battlefield several times, although he did not vomit again, his legs were weak and he could not raise any strength, and he was hacked to death by the enemy in a few strokes.

It took an unknown amount of time to gradually get used to such dreams, and to see those enemy troops as NPCs in the game. It's just that the real game isn't that bloody.

From Xiao Ping to Centurion to Thousand Commander to now General, he doesn't know how many people he has killed. In this world where killing people doesn't pay for their lives, he enjoys this pleasure very much, and he can't control his addiction, and he will eventually become a butcher who only knows how to kill.

However, he never fell because he discovered another characteristic of this blood-colored crystal, which was early warning.

For example, when he was about to starve to death, he would feel physically and mentally exhausted and unable to kill any longer, so he would wake up and wake up to find that he had been hungry for several days.

When there is an attack by a foreign object, it will appear as a meteor falling from the sky, such as today's blackboard eraser. Others have not yet been discovered.

After returning home at night, Nie Yuntian fell asleep holding the spar as usual

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