At night, the darkness of the night envelops the silent city, and the streets crisscrossed like a spider's web, and occasionally there are a few places where the red and green ghosts frequently come and go.

At the window on the fifth floor of the street, a man in a black trench coat stood by the window, motionless, like a ghost at night, the man was holding the latest high-powered night vision binoculars in his hand, and he was staring at the door of the nightclub across the street, and a sniper rifle was placed next to the man.

The night is slowly deepening, and the traffic lights on the side of the street have been disillusioned for many reincarnations, but the man's figure has always stood upright, sticking to his post like a pine and cypress.

I don't know when a single soldier suddenly appeared in this world, no one knows where he came from, no one knows what side he belongs to, the only thing the world knows is that he is the enemy of some murderous and violent people, and all those who are targeted by him are spared, and they all die under his ghost bullets.

His murderous methods are the best in the world, and he has walked the world for five years, and no one has been able to surpass him so far.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew and lifted a strand of hair on the man's forehead, and at this moment, the man's pupils suddenly widened, and an undisguised cold light suddenly swept through his eyes, and a murderous intent also spread in the room.

In front of the nightclub, a bald man covered in tattoos and wearing a gold necklace walked out of the door surrounded by a group of thugs.

At the window, the man in black has changed into a sniper rifle in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun is aimed at the bald man in front of the nightclub, and the crisp focus transfer sound sounded softly in the silent night, like a call from hell, and like a call from the Nine Shadows.

I don't know how many times this is, the man in black can't remember it at all, there are so many thugs who have died at his hands since his debut five years ago that he can't remember it at all.

The man is by no means a person who kills indiscriminately, nor is he a savior, as long as he does not violate his bottom line, he will never choose to kill, the reason why he is sniping the bald man here today is because the bald man's behavior has violated his bottom line.

In the dark night sky, there is not a single twinkling star, and the dark and dark loneliness of this night is the night when the moon is dark and the wind is high.

"Boom."

A faint pull of the trigger was heard, and a silent ghostly bullet shot out from the muzzle of the gun, streaked across the night sky, and pierced the bald man's skull.

In the tense turmoil around the bald man, the man in black upstairs skillfully disassembled the sniper rifle and put it in the box, then walked briskly to the roof of the building, skillfully put on the hydrogen balloon that had been placed, and then jumped off the tall building, streaked the hydrogen balloon across the night sky, and then disappeared into the dark night.

The next day, the newspaper made headlines, and the news that the bald man, the boss of the underworld in Mingcheng, died under the ghost bullet last night, and the people who saw this news couldn't help but be secretly happy in their hearts, there is one less thug who does evil in this world, and there will always be someone who stands up when the world is dark.

Hills, cemeteries.

Two men were paying homage to a dead doctor, one of them was the same man who had sniped the bald head last night, and the other man was much younger, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, but his whole body exuded a fierce aura.

In front of the stele, there are six pillars of incense, three plates of fruit, and a copy of today's morning newspaper (the same one that reports the death of the bald man), and the cigarette smoke is ethereal, as if the illusory soul of the deceased is looking at this earthly world for the last time, and then disappears into the dust.

The man's name is Juetian, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and then there are unforeseen circumstances, when he was fifteen years old, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and his parents went bankrupt to raise funds for the treatment of Juetian, and within three months, the money spent a lot of money and owed a lot of debts, but the disease was not cured.

By chance, the parents of the absolute heaven learned that a doctor could treat the disease of the absolute sky, so they took the absolute heaven to the treatment, and finally the absolute disease was cured, but at this time the parents of the absolute heaven were exhausted, their body was not very good and they worked hard for their son's illness for three months, and soon after the killer died, before he died, he thought about the doctor who treated the absolute heaven, and since then, the absolute heaven has regarded the doctor as his reborn parents.

However, the bad luck did not go away, the doctor was taken hostage by the bandits, and later died in the battle between the police and the bandits, and when he heard the news, he was stunned and furious, and three months later, the doctor came to the doctor's grave with the head of the bandit who killed the doctor.

Although the disease was cured by the doctor, but every year he had to take the medicine prepared by the doctor himself, otherwise his life would be in danger, and now that the doctor is dead, the medicine in the hands of the absolute heaven is only enough for five years, that is to say, the absolute heaven only has five years of life, and the grief-stricken absolute heaven has since embarked on a path of dark executor.

Since then, there has been one less sunny boy in the world, one more individual soldier, and because the desperate sky is always killing people in the dark night, the world has given him another nickname: the Night Messenger is also known as the Hellbringer.

Now that five years have passed, in the past few days, Juetian has found that his body is getting worse and worse, and he is not far from death, but Juetian has no regrets about this, and he has enjoyed many things that ordinary people can't enjoy in this life.

The red dust in the world no longer has much temptation for him.

Ten days later, Aono Villa.

In the spacious and bright villa, he was lying on the hospital bed weakly, and there was only one man beside him (the man who had worshiped the physician with him before), and the whole villa was extremely empty and lonely, giving people a feeling of twilight.

"Second brother, I'm going to be able to do it, fortunately, now you have learned all my skills, with the legacy I left behind, you don't have to worry about your future life, I have frequently taken you in and out of various places in the past year, your social experience should have been rich, and you have to learn to take care of yourself when I am not there in the future." Lying on the hospital bed, he said weakly, now he only has the second brother in this world, and he is also the most relieved person before he leaves.

"Don't say it, big brother, you'll be fine, you'll be fine." The second brother saw that he was thinking of himself before he died, and he was very moved and said with tears.

"Big brother is gone, you have to learn to take care of yourself, you have to learn to read and live, you are the only incense in our family, we are not short of money, remember not to be strong in everything." Jedi said, his voice getting weaker.

"I remember, big brother, I remember, I will definitely listen to you, and I will not be strong." The second brother said with a sob.

For a long time, only the sobbing sound of the second brother echoed in the room, and when he raised his head again to look at Jetian, he found that Jedi was dead.

"Big brother~!" The sound of mad sorrow resounded throughout the villa, making the air above a weary wail.

In the cold winter, the cold wind howls wantonly, giving people a bone-chilling cold, and the snow is all over the sky, which is printed into a desolate picture of the world.

The goose feather snow spread from the sky to the world, adding a hazy color to this world, and the white snow covered the boundless earth, putting on a layer of silver for it, and at this moment all the colors disappeared from the heaven and earth, leaving only the white of snowflakes.

The wind is cold, the snow is flying, and the world is lonely.

Baijian Villa

The vast white snow shrouded this large village, Baijian Villa covers a wide area, divided into two parts, the front is the residential building, the back is the pavilion and the water pavilion, and there is a special place on the left side of the Aojian Villa: the sword pond.

The owner of Baijian Villa is a sword-casting family, and the sword pool is the place where the masters in the village usually say that the sword is casting, although the outside is snowy, cold to the bone, but the sword pool is in full swing, blazing hot, completely is the two extremes of ice and fire.

Ding Ding Ding

In the blazing furnace, pieces of iron were melted into molten iron, and then poured into the model by the masters to form a sword embryo, the swordsmiths bulged all over the body, exuding a fierce aura, obviously they were all good hands on the rivers and lakes, and the hammer the size of a wolf's head struck down at a unique frequency in the hands of the swordsmiths, exercising the sword embryos in their hands, making a series of crisp and pleasant tinkling sounds.

In the sword pool, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked back and forth at will, the middle-aged man was about thirty years old, his eyes were shining, and he exuded a strong man's demeanor between his gestures, this person was the owner of Aojian Villa.

Osim will inspect the sword pool every day, and after checking the sword pool for a while, Osheng will no longer stay here, because this is not the main reason why he comes to the sword pool every day, he must come to the sword pool every day because there is a peerless sword here, which can be called the most sword in the world, although it has not been completely cast now.

In the depths of the sword pool, Aosheng took off a heat-insulating feather coat from the shelf on the side and put it on his body, and then pushed open the stone door and entered the inside of the sword pool.

Going down the stairs, as the Aosheng continued to go deeper, the waves he endured were also more and more scorching, and finally had to resist the luck, and finally the Aosheng reached the end, which was a cave belly with a radius of more than 30 zhang, and there was a stove in the center, and the furnace was spontaneously combusted without pay, and it was actually the fire of the center of the earth.

There is a sword cast on the furnace, this sword was cast by the ancestor of the Ao family at the invitation of his friend Nie Ying a hundred years ago, and the ore cold iron and extraterrestrial meteorites were gradually formed after a hundred years.

In addition to Aosheng, there are two other people here, the swordsmith Zhong Mei (a young man in his twenties, who succeeded his father due to his father's early death and continued to forge swords for the Ao family. And the sword slave (an old man in his fifties, the aura exuded by his body is more powerful than that of Aosheng, but at this age, he can't protect the sword for a few years, and when the sword is really born, the one who will guard the sword will be the next sword slave.

"The head of the house." Seeing Aosheng coming, Zhong Mei nodded, but the sword slave was still sitting with his eyes closed as before.

"Zhong Mei, did the sword forging go smoothly today?" Ao Sheng asked, every time he came here, he would ask like this, this sword has cost the Ao family a hundred years of hard work, and several generations have been busy with it, so he can't help but be nervous.

"Don't worry, family master, everything is going well, I have calculated the time by the way in the past few days, and according to the current progress, I will be able to forge this sword in another twenty years." Zhong Mei said.

"What, it will be cast in another twenty years, Zhong Mei, are you sure you are not miscalculated??" Although he was convinced of Zhong Mei's sword-forging skills, Osheng still wanted to make sure again.

"That's right, twenty years." Zhong Mei nodded and said with a smile, he could fully understand Osheng's mood at this time.

"Great, this divine weapon that has been forged for a hundred years will finally be completed in the hands of our generation, I hope the ancestors will bless you without any mistakes in the past twenty years." Aosheng's expression was unusually excited, and his voice was full of joy.

In the furnace, the fire in the center of the earth was burning, and the blazing high temperature was like the excited mood of the two of them, and even the old man of the sword slave who was indifferent to the world rarely opened his eyes that had been closed for an unknown amount of time, and the essence flickered, thinking that he should also be excited by Zhong Mei's words.

"Zhong Mei, I'm leaving, you're looking at it here." Osheng said to Zhong Mei.

"Don't worry, master, nothing will happen with me." Zhong Mei said.

After Aosheng left, the original calm was restored again, and the old man of the sword slave continued to sit with his eyes closed, Zhong Mei quietly looked at the fire, and in the belly of the cave, the silence was like death, only the fire was burning, maintaining a little sound.

"The head of the house, madam, madam......" As soon as Aosheng came out of the sword pool, a teenage house slave ran over panting.

"Tie Biao, tell me quickly, what's wrong with her, madam?" Osheng immediately asked anxiously, Osheng loves his wife very much, and he takes good care of him, and he won't let her do the slightest rough work.

"Madame is going to give birth." Tie Biao said slowly.

"What?!" Aosheng said in shock, and hurriedly and anxiously filled into the heavy snow, and ran towards the delivery room, in order to arrive as soon as possible.

Along the way, Aojian went straight to the delivery room, passing several tall buildings, the walls of which were carved with frescoes of fire unicorns, which were somewhat dilapidated and had been carved for a long time.

"Mingmei, how is Madam?" As soon as he arrived outside the delivery room, Aosheng asked Mingmei who came out of the curtain, listening to the painful cry of his wife in the delivery room, Aosheng was anxious, presumably comrades who had the same experience could understand what kind of torment this was.

"Master, don't worry, the midwife said that everything is fine with Madame." Seeing Aosheng Mingmei, he was shocked, and said, then poured out the water in the basin in his hand, and said, "Master, I'm in." ”

"Go ahead, now everything is dominated by Mrs., Mrs. matters, don't pay attention to me." Osheng said immediately.

In the delivery room, the woman's screams of pain continued, and the fall into Aosheng's ears made his heart anxious, and he kept walking back and forth outside the door, a pair of hands clasped tightly together, rubbing back and forth.

The snow was flying, and the huge snowflakes were sprinkled all over the sky, and soon dyed Aosheng's hair white, and the Aosheng walking back and forth from time to time exuded a powerful momentum because of the anxiety in his heart, and the snow all over his body was scattered.

"Wow." With the baby's first cry, Oishon's baby was born.

"Born, born......" After hearing the baby's cry, Osheng's face flushed with excitement outside the room, and his robe danced with the energy that had inadvertently escaped.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Madame, you have given birth to a little son." Soon, the midwife lifted the curtain and came out to congratulate Aosheng.

"How's my wife?" Osheng asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, sir, everything is fine with Madame." The midwife said.

"So the best, so the best, midwife, can I go in now?" Osheng then asked, his face beaming with joy.

"Yes, of course." The midwife said.

"Mingmei, take a hundred taels of silver and give it to the midwife." While entering the room, Aosheng instructed Mingmei, only the midwife followed Mingmei to the silver with a thousand thanks.

As soon as Osheng entered the delivery room, he saw his wife lying on the bed with a pale face, but her face was full of loving smiles, and there was a baby beside her, and the beautiful woman smiled weakly at him when she saw Osheng come in.

"Ying'er, you've worked hard." After Aosheng entered the room, he saw his wife's pale face, and hurriedly conveyed true qi to her.

After the Proud Sword conveyed True Qi, Lan Ying's face finally had a hint of ruddyness.

"Brother Sheng, our child has finally been born, this is our first child." Lan Ying said with a smile at Ao Jian.

"yes, it's our kids." Aosheng, a first-time father, smirked and lay on the side of the bed looking at his son.

"Brother Sheng, have you come up with a good name for our child?" Lan Ying asked.

"We spend a hundred years in Sword Villa to forge a peerless sword, I named our son Jue, Aojue, our son is called Aojue, Xiao Aojue, and you will be called Aojue in the future, you say that your father gave you a good name." Osheng continued to look at Aosion and said.

There seems to be something he doesn't know much about the joy of Aosheng Lan Ying and his wife, and his eyes are full of countless question marks, he doesn't understand why he has become a baby, isn't he dead, is he reborn?

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