Actually, I don't know how to narrate my life, but the author Jun Yanzhi said that there are not too many scenes of mine in the next volume, but he is not willing to give me a vacation, so I must write a few autobiographies, so that readers and friends will not forget me.

Although there are some memories, if I want to remember, I would rather be forgotten.

Anyway, now that I'm going to write about it, I'll start by saying that those pasts may seem a little bloody and horrible now, but when I experienced them at the time, I was used to them.

Life is really too long, we look at it day by day, it's just a dull cycle, but when you go through the vicissitudes of life, and then look back at those ups and downs, you may be shocked, but that's just because we just watched those things, but abandoned the time that once diluted this qiē.

With such thoughts, you may be able to understand the broken past in my broken memories. At that time, the days when Ru Mao drank blood were just a habit for me, a way of life that I thought was the most normal.

Perhaps, you will think that the me in my autobiography is very different from the current me, but it is indeed me, everyone has many different selves living in their bodies, and the first one I want to show you is the original me - a blank paper.

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My name is Yun Liuxiao, my name is Xiao Liu, I used to be the prince of Qilin Kingdom, but there are not many people who know this name, they prefer to call me another name - Demon Baby! Kill the gods and demon babies!

The territory of the Qilin Kingdom is not vast, and it is famous for the secret art of witch doctors, and the most noble status of the Qilin Kingdom is Wuzun, which is also the emperor of the Qilin Kingdom. And my father, the emperor, is the highest witch in the history of the Qilin Kingdom, he has even reached the point of obsession with those mysterious witchcraft, he spent half his life to create the most powerful puppet army in the history of the Qilin Kingdom, invincible, but he tried for many years, but never found a qualified general, until my birth.

My father hugged me in my infancy at the time, divination and divination, his eyes gradually flashed with shocked joy, he frantically carried me into the rainy night of lightning and thunder, and lifted me high: "Thank you, thank the gods, give me a magic baby!" Hahaha...... I've been looking for so many years, and I've finally found ...... Hahaha...... Thank you, thank the gods......"

At that moment, the torrential rain poured lightning and thunder, and it was also from that moment that my life was destined to be different from ordinary people.

I grew up drinking blood, and my father searched the country like crazy for babies born in the lunar year, the moon, the cloudy day, and fed me their blood, and when I was able to eat later, I ate the hearts of those babies and all kinds of poisons prepared by my father.

When I was three years old, I lived in a cage, about a square cage, in a secret room where the sun could never be seen, where the smell of medicine was always burning, and the smell of blood could never be dissipated.

My three meals a day are thrown into cages, mostly live birds of prey, but also by people.

I was raised like this from birth, I was illiterate, I didn't know how to reason, I didn't know that there was a bigger world than this little secret room, I only knew the pain of those beasts of prey tearing open the flesh, I only knew the pain of hunger, I only knew that if I didn't kill the living creature in front of me and eat it, I would be miserable!

I can't speak, I just howl and hisse like a wild beast, and the people who come in to bring me food and clean the cages are always afraid of me, and they don't say a word to me, and the most I hear is the shrill hiss of the beast before it dies!

The only thing I felt about the world was pain, and I was scared of pain, so scared. At that time, the meaning of my life was not a beastly fight back in order not to starve to death, not to hurt and hurt again.

Under that kind of training, my physical strength has become excellent. When I was six years old, my father began to teach me martial arts, I don't know if it was because of my strange life or something else, I learned things very quickly, at that time, for martial arts, just enlightened, I was able to draw inferences from one another.

At that time, my opponents became vicious death row prisoners, and my father told them that if any of them could kill me, he would let them go.

At that time, my cage became three zhang wide, and in it, every day, I only had to kill them to have food, and I only practiced martial arts better to protect myself from harm and pain.

In that environment, my martial arts were completed at the age of eleven, and my reputation grew stronger and stronger in the country of Qilin, and everyone only spread the word of mouth - that child was a demon baby! Kill the gods and demon babies!

Because I have been taking my father's Gu poison all the year round, I have no thoughts, no ideas, and no cognition of the world, my life is like a blank piece of paper, with only a few pens, recording the most instinctive stress reactions of people, for example, I want to kill all the creatures in the cage with me, that is my food, for example...... Unexpectedly, there is no more example.

The first time I had a different feeling about this world was because of a child, a skinny but richly dressed child, who had candy in his hand that day, accidentally entered the underground secret room and stood in front of me.

He stood outside the cage looking at me, I stood inside the cage and looked at him, I was a little confused, is this child also my food? But I had just eaten lunch, and was not hungry, and I looked at the cheetah, which was still lying on the ground as if it was not dead, and then at the little child, and thought that his meat must be better than that of the old cat on the ground.

It's just that he's outside, so why not put it in a cage?

No, it's not the strangest, the strangest thing is that why doesn't he run and tremble when he sees me?

"Brother...... Are you an older brother? The child muttered, holding the candy in his hand, and looking at me with curious and surprised eyes, "Mother said, I have an elder brother who was locked in a cage by my father, is that you, big brother?" ”

I can't speak, and I can't understand people, I just look at his expression, listen to his gentle tone, and feel that this child's way of asking for help is different from others, but that's all, I am a great martial artist, and I have strong internal strength, and I sucked the child to the iron cage without effort, I reached out and grabbed his clothes tightly, wanting to pull his little head into the cage, wanting to bite off his neck. It was just the moment I got closer, I smelled the smell of milk on the child's body, it smelled very good, and it was different from the dirty smell of the child I had eaten before.

The little child looked at my mouth growing into his neck, and his big eyes flickered: "Brother, are you hungry?" ”

With that, he shoved the candy in his hand into my mouth.

That was the first time I felt sweet, it turned out that in addition to the smell of blood, the sourness of meat, and the bitterness of medicine, there was such a beautiful taste in this world.

I subconsciously let go of my grip on him and watched as he was taken away by the anxious intruders. But he looked at me and shouted, "Brother, brother......"

I followed him, trying to squirm my lips: "Brother...... Brother ......"

I watched the child struggle to be taken away, and I thought that the sweetness that melted in my mouth at that time was called "brother".

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