I was born in a very glorious family, and since I was ignorant, the elders of the family have told the glorious history of the family many times...... When I was a child, I was proud to have been born into such a family.

While mentioning the glorious past, it is inevitable that the family is in the middle of the road now.

The elders will proudly call themselves the "Descendants of the Sages", and some even call themselves the "Descendants of the Gods". But at the same time, they will sigh because of the decline of the family, when the elders are always thinking about reviving the declining family, and their own strength and ability have been fixed, so they pin their hopes on the next generation.

Many people who were considered gifted were sent to the military, including my father.

It was seven years since my father left, and my childhood was spent in the family garden, when there were many friends playing together, and the carefree childhood had the most laughter.

And the kind grandfather often told us heroic stories, and at that time a group of us children were looking forward to the grandfather being free to tell us stories...... When I was young, I longed for the life in that story, and I vowed in my heart that I would become a hero when I grew up.

But what is a hero?

My grandfather told me that my father was a hero when he worked hard in the army to revitalize the family in the future.

But what kind of person was my father? I couldn't know more than what I had seen in the photographs.

So I went and asked my mother.

My mother happened to be embroidering in the pavilion that day, and after listening to my question, she took out a large pile of envelopes wrapped in silk cloth.

It was a letter sent back by my father every year.

My mother accompanied me to read all the family letters, and the image of my father gradually became clear in my mind.

My father was a strong and weak man, even in the face of harsh criticism from his superiors, isolation from his comrades, and even harder training and more dangerous tasks than others...... The father will not feel wronged, but he will also write the words "I miss you and my son so much" many times in his family letters......

Mother also said that my father went to the army for us, and my father's talent was not very outstanding, and if it weren't for the fact that responding to the family's plan could improve his status and bring a better life, he would not have gone to the dangerous battlefield.

Time passed quickly, and the group of people in the family who had joined the army and trained finally returned, but the number was less than half, including the father.

Later, I heard that during a certain mission, my father died at the hands of the lion.

I forgot how I got home that day, and I forgot what my mother's expression was like, but I remember that the sky was extremely gloomy that day, and it seemed that it would rain heavily at any moment.

Obviously, the heroes in the grandfather's story will eventually return triumphantly, so why did my father die on the battlefield?

But when I went to ask my grandfather, my grandfather, who had always been kind, said with a cold face that my father was a waste, and then kicked me out of the courtyard.

In the days that followed, life suddenly became cruel, and my former friends began to distance themselves from me, and each time the supplies received from the family became less and less.

In order to make ends meet, my mother had to do some work that only a servant would do.

It was as if I had lost everything all at once, and I could still watch some children from afar around the recovering amiable grandfather and listen to his stories......

It was then that I realized that although this family was large, it did not have the slightest warmth.

So I left the family to save some of my mother's expenses.

My talent for cultivation was ordinary, but I was still a professional after all, so I went to a small city in the south. There I became a mercenary, growing up with bumps and bumps, and before I completed a mission, I would send half of my pay home.

Mercenary is a very dangerous profession, I have experienced a lot, fighting with monsters and being bruised, intriguing with others for a mission, and even the betrayal of teammates, and the squeezing of other mercenaries...... It's really tiring to be alive.

But whenever I feel too tired and want to give up, I always think about whether my father's life in the army in those ten years was more difficult, and the idea of not wanting to lose to my father is the last belief I sustained.

I have been in the mercenary industry for many years, and suddenly one day I received a letter from Fa Xiao.

The mother died.

My mother was born frail, and she later ran around to make ends meet, but eventually fell ill due to overwork.

Originally, it was just a simple fever, but it gradually became serious because there was no money to buy medicine, and so many people in the family turned a blind eye to their critically ill mother.

Eventually, my mother died.

I don't understand.

Obviously, the family is so rich, there are groups of splendid palaces, and those people are constantly enjoying the delicacies of the mountains and the sea every day, but no one is willing to treat my mother.

Of course, what makes me even more puzzled is that I don't send a lot of money to my family every year, how can my mother ......

The final answer was simple, all the money I sent to my mother was smuggled by a servant of the family, and my mother never even saw the letter I sent back until she died.

I'm afraid that in my mother's heart, I am an ungrateful person who doesn't even care about my relatives, right?

At that time, it dawned on me that there are no heroes in this world, and all human beings are the same greedy and vicious.

I used to be too simple, but now I can see more.

The desire of the family to rise to prominence forced them to devote their resources and all their resources to the gifted people, but the elderly of high status would not let their comfortable life be affected, so they began to drastically cut the basic food, cloth and money provided to each family member. Naturally, the descendants will not care about this cut, but many of the children of the collateral who depend on this supply for a living cannot be spoken.

And my father also saw this clearly, in order not to affect my life and that of my mother, he participated in the family's plan to join the army, and eventually died.

Despair overwhelmed me, and I gained strength in despair again.

Strong enough to bury that family.

And in order to take revenge on that cold-blooded family, I joined forces with the madmen of the Dark Palace...... That day, I sat above the clouds, and all the despair that overwhelmed me was reduced to the rain of captivity.

By the way, I was born in the Qin family, a backward and pedantic family, and others call me the [Heavenly Weeper].

Although my body is getting younger and younger because of the exercises, and even shrinking to a child, I have mastered unprecedented power, if I was a child, I would definitely become the [hero] in those stories to do chivalrous righteousness, right?

But now my greatest pleasure is to see those who claim to be righteous struggling in pain in the heavy rain that I have set off!

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