My name is Qianhan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The thousands of mountains and horses, the cold of the cold mountains and the lonely snow.

But the original me was not called Qianhan, and the original me did not have a name. It all started when I was seven years old.

It was a cold and windy winter as usual, and the war did not subside because of the weather, and it still broke out frequently, and there was smoke everywhere.

I sat on the battlefield that had just been fought, hungry at the corpses of the horses left behind by the soldiers on the battlefield, filling my stomach that had not eaten for a long time.

Born in a country divided by the smoke of war, no one told me what to eat and what not to eat. In my eyes, I only know what food is and what it is not.

I've eaten tree bark, worms in the field, and even more so now, all the carcasses of animals, all just to survive.

At that time, I often wondered why I was struggling to survive when there were so many weak orphans like me, and so many died. I think everything is at work with the faint desire to survive in my heart.

It was such an ordinary me who met my master on such a not-so-special day, and met the person who kept me away from this life from now on.

Speaking of my life, it is not exciting, but it is definitely not ordinary, and all the extraordinary is from the day I met my master.

She came to me as I gobbled up the flesh of the carcasses as I had always gobbled them up, and warmed myself by drinking the blood that they had not had time to dry up.

She was shrouded in a black robe, leaving only a pair of eyes, but she was amazingly beautiful.

She asked: Do you want to live?

I stared into her pretty eyes and thought to myself, this is probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen since I was born.

Then I said: Yes.

She said, "Then would you like to leave with me?"

I said, "Leave...?" there... Do you have anything to eat, do you have anything to wear?

She said: There is endless food to eat, there is endless beautiful clothes to wear, as long as you are strong enough, ruthless enough, there is nothing, you can't get it.

I said, "What does it mean to be powerful, what does it mean to be ruthless?"

She said: To have the strength to kill all those who stand in your way is to be strong, to achieve the goal, to do whatever it takes, even if your hands are covered with blood, you are not afraid, and you are ruthless.

I looked down at my hands stained with horse blood and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

And so, this winter, the year I was seven years old, I left the place where I had lived for seven years.

She took me to another place, and as she said, it had all the clothes I wanted and the food I couldn't eat, but only if you survived.

Yes, survived, came here, and I understood what she meant by being strong and ruthless.

Those days were no different from my previous seven years, but they seemed to be different, the same to live, but with a different nature.

I was thrown into a barren mountain forest full of wild beasts, and she said: Survive, and I will find you in seven days.

I was put in the middle of a group of children and listened to her say: You don't have food, your food is each other. Kill, I'm the last one to survive.

I was put in a cage and she said: kill the beast inside and live.

I was thrown into the abyss, and she said: Survive.

I was thrown into the pool of evolutionary blood, and she said: Survive.

...

Only by surviving can you not be at the mercy of others, and only by surviving can you get what you want.

I survived, and then, as I wished, I no longer had to worry about food and clothing, I had endless clothes to wear, I no longer felt cold and hungry.

However, at this time, I still can't enjoy it peacefully.

Because at this time, I became a disciple of the Holy Sound Palace, this is a demon palace, far more cruel than the mortal realm, if I don't kill others, others will kill me.

Here, you either bow down to everyone else, die, or become the strongest.

So, I had to work hard again, to get what I wanted, for the sake of my life, to start trying to get stronger.

And all I want is freedom, unfettered and a life of recklessness.

This kind of life was completely unimaginable before I was seven years old.

In a flash, more than ten years have passed, and it is not as difficult as I imagined.

I slowly climbed up step by step from an ordinary disciple, and finally became one of the holy maidens of the Holy Sound Palace, and became her real nominal disciple.

Just like she once brought me back and said, maybe I was born to belong to the Holy Sound Palace. My age and talent shocked everyone in the Holy Sound Palace, and all the disciples of the Holy Sound Palace, except for the other Holy Maidens and Holy Sons, all the disciples of the Holy Sound Palace bowed down to me.

Cold, ruthless, powerful, is all that describes me.

I got the awe and freedom I deserved, so I left the sect as soon as I went out to practice.

That's the life I yearn for, enjoying life in the experience and seeing all the things in the world.

Uninhibited, free.

I've traveled to the Void Realm, and I've traveled to other worlds of all sizes.

I am not afraid of being in a strange place, because my strength gives me a sense of security. Or perhaps, in my limited twenty years of life, I have never experienced such an emotion of fear.

I am ruthless, and I will not have pity for anyone in any world.

I'm not inhibited, I don't feel nostalgic for any place.

In my limited twenty years of life, the only one who can leave a mark on my heart is my master.

I am the holy daughter of the Holy Sound Palace, the king of demons, I am not a man but I am better than a man, in the vast world, who can stumble me?

The Skeleton King of the Great Realm, the Fire Dragon of the Yancang Realm, and Du Ruo of the Buddhist Ballad Realm?

Oh, neither.

The meeting in the world is like a dream, and only when you wake up from a dream can you live up to the chic,

What does it have to do with me, what does the mountains and rivers have to do with me, is it really that important to be right and wrong?

As long as the wind is not old, the sky is undefeated, I am free to go with the wind, and I am at ease in the majesty of heaven and earth. It's the Shura Dao, and the wine pierces the intestines, so what's the matter?

[PS: Dark circles should break through the sky and quickly become a national treasure. 】