As if to confirm my fear, he moved in front of me, "What's wrong?" Don't know me anymore! Let's make the promise! ”

I stepped back step by step, almost fell to the ground, my eyes widened subconsciously, I couldn't be more familiar with this ability, there is only one person in this world who can use the power of the Netherworld - Cold Smoke!

Memories came flooding back in my mind:

Eight hundred years ago, when I was a little over 100 years old, my old sister sent me to the mountains to live alone and hunt witch beasts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 It was at this time that I got acquainted with an old man and his disciple - Leng Yan, and later heard that Leng Yan was led to the mountains to atone for his sins because of the indiscriminate killing of witch beasts, and when I visited him, I saw the forbidden witch beasts in the mountains pass through his body without leaving a trace of damage, but he easily crushed them. He also saw me peeking in, "Come here!" "I walked towards him as if I was enchanted, without hesitation.

"Do you feel like I'm terrible?" Cold smoke smiled wickedly at me. I nodded my head completely subconsciously.

"Do you know that only one of the two of us can live?" A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, but I shook my head innocently.

"What was sent here to tame witch beasts! It's all a joke! The two of us must kill each other, and only one will survive and get out! It's just a tradition of the witch world! The winner wins! Leng Yan suddenly became extremely excited.

I knew this was a tradition in the witch world, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel when I actually experienced it, and I didn't expect it to be me and him......

I froze for a moment before I slowly lifted the snake night, his magical ability so that I could not hurt him in the slightest, but he could easily throw me out thousands of miles. Within half an hour I was covered in bruises, but it was as if he hadn't fought at all.

I couldn't get up after I fell down for the first time, his hand was already grabbing my hair, but he finally let go.

"I'm not interested in kids who don't make it. When you grow up, I will kill you with my own hands! Then he went into the mountains. I could only clench my fists behind his back, ignoring the bleeding corners of my mouth.

I haven't seen him since, but everyone thought I had won the race.

That's the end of my memory of him.

And then my knowledge was limited to the book's observations of his abilities. I remember the book saying:

The power of the Netherworld, the person who has this system is either a god or a demon, it appears once in billions of years, has no emotion at all, is extremely powerful, can penetrate all objects, and can even be elevated to the point of ethereal.

Ok, that's all I remember about him.

And today, his sudden appearance has only one goal, and he stabbed me!

Eight hundred years ago I lost to him, and today my heart is still filled with infinite fear in the face of him, I am afraid that history will repeat itself; I'm afraid I'll still lose; I'm even more afraid that I'll disappoint everyone.

But since it is difficult to ride a tiger, you can only step forward hard, after all, this should be regarded as a kind of agreement in the past, right?

Promises must be kept, no matter how dangerous they are......

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