That child is the little emperor of Qilin Country now, Xiao Zhe. I've been away for so many years, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't have recognized him that day, but I can't forget the scar on his forehead.

Because that was the first dust in my empty heart.

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Since then, the kid has come to see me often and will bring me a piece of candy every time. He thought I liked sugar.

Moreover, because he would give me candy to eat, I magically didn't kill him, maybe because I thought that after killing him, maybe there would be no sugar to eat.

When I was twelve years old, my father's attempt at Gu poison on me was finally successful, and my martial arts cultivation had reached the top under the influence of internal and external forces, and I was like a finely packaged murderous puppet, just one step away from the general of that puppet army, and my father wanted to try my last ability.

That day I was taken out of the underground chamber where I had lived for twelve years, and for the first time I saw the sky, the clouds, and the world.

But my father's first words to me were: "Demon Baby, look at the world in front of you, this is your future cage, as before, only if you kill the enemy in this cage, you can live, you can have food." ”

I was sent to the Fog Shroud Mountain, a famous deep mountain forest near the imperial capital of Qilin Kingdom, which was the origin of witchcraft, and many wizards had experienced hardships in this rarely visited mountain forest, which was also the sheltered forest of the imperial city.

This mountain forest is inhabited by all kinds of wild beasts and birds of prey, and when I entered, I was sprinkled with wolf blood, and if they could not be my food, then I was destined to be their food.

I was gradually surrounded by beasts, the endless fight continued, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, more and more fierce beasts in the mountains came to here, that day, Xiao Zhe took the sugar to the underground secret room to find me but did not find it, and he took the piece of sugar that almost melted in his palm, and came to the fog shrouded mountain.

I had a very keen sense of hearing, or because of the way I grew up, many of my habits at that time were less like people and more like beasts.

I heard the little child's cries, and without thinking about it, I flew over to save him, and I watched the tiger tear his forehead with one claw, and looked at its open bloody mouth, and I felt anger for the first time, and twisted the tiger's neck.

It was the first time I tried to save someone, the only time in the first twelve years of my life.

The first twelve years of my life are really not much to say, but I lived an inhuman life day after day, and after hearing about it, I was in tears, but it was not the most painful memory of my life.

Just like a wolf, living in the mountains, except for cold, hunger and pain, it will not feel pain, and only people with feelings will understand what is unforgettable and what is painful.

There have been such people in my life.

But I don't remember.

I don't remember where I met her, I don't remember her name, I don't remember her face, I don't remember her voice, I just dreamed back in the middle of the night, always remembering that there was such a hazy figure, with the promise I gave her.

Also, it hurts.

Every time I dream of her, I only feel that my liver and intestines are broken, and I am burning inside, and I can talk to you about the pain. Every time I wake up, I am covered in a cold sweat, I feel that I am afraid of her, and even just dreaming, I feel a stress-like pain all over my body.

I think she's the one buried in my lost memory. She may be the person who once changed me, turning me from a ** to a person, a child who seems to have been naughty, simple, and cute, and a handsome teenager who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Then, the moment I turned around, he gave me the fatal blow.

This has been my speculation for so many years.

Because I remember more than ten years ago, after I had an epiphany, I felt deep disgust and guilt for killing innocents indiscriminately, and then I was betrayed by her, and I felt that there was nothing to love in life, but I couldn't die, and after I woke up, I was on the top of the cliff in the bones, and at that time I was taking care of my side, it was my master, the divine doctor Bian Hexuan, and I remember, I learned medical skills from him. I had nowhere else to go, so he stayed with him.

He said that instead of feeling guilty and doing nothing all day long, it is better to use the medical skills he has learned to treat diseases and save people, which can be regarded as making up for it.

Later, I traveled with him everywhere, hanging pots to help the world, and I could indeed suspend the knots in my heart. Accustomed to seeing life and death in the world, and because of Master's nurturing day and night, my heart gradually became calmer. And so it was until the Master's death.

Master was old and died in the hut that went into the cliff of bones.

Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Xiao Liu, you have already discovered that the poison in you is broken, right?" ”

I looked at him calmly but didn't argue.

"I see that you are looking for an antidote to the broken intestines again...... Master closed his eyes and gasped for a long time, "There is a brocade box on the easternmost side of the top of the medicine cabinet, you go and get it." ”

I answered the call and respectfully placed the brocade box in front of the Master, who said, "Open it." ”

I thought it was the antidote I couldn't find, but I didn't expect it to be a note that seemed to be stored for years. I looked at Master puzzled, but he only motioned for me to open it.

I gently opened the note, but I was stunned in place, and there were eight words written on it: put it down, be at ease, idiot, don't look for it.

However, these eight words are obviously my own handwriting!

"Xiao Liu, seven years ago, you were seriously injured and poisoned, and it was difficult for me to save your life by all means, so I could only fight poison with poison, and at that time, this smell broke my intestines, which was your own intention. That person, hurt you too much, you said, I hope you never remember it again, it was because you were afraid that you would be obsessed with it in the future, so you left this note for yourself as a warning. Forget it, child, and live. ”

Without Master's care, I couldn't leave the Bone Cliff too far, because my body was indeed dilapidated like floating clouds. The hardship I experienced back then did not let me die, but it made me worse than die for the rest of my life, which is also the credit of that person. And all she left me was the bone jade dice that I held with red beans in my hand when I woke up seven years ago.

I often on the cliff of bones, holding the dice, watching the clouds roll, occasionally I can gradually recall the vague joy, I don't remember things, just remember the feeling that person gave me, warm as fire, gorgeous as a song, that is a vague but clear feeling, let me gradually blur love and hate, that feeling is like a anesthetic, relieving my pain, that is a feeling that is completely different from the pain she gave me.

I thought that I would hold on to that feeling and wait on the cliff of bones for ten years, and maybe one day, I would give up my advice to myself and continue to search for an antidote to reclaim that lost memory.

Until that day, there was a little girl who went on a rampage like that, desperately breaking into my shattered life.

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There is another one, which was written by Yun Liuxiao to Mo Xiangsi, and will be placed at the end of the second volume, but it will not start another volume. As for "The Legend of Long Ye", "The Legend of Long Yuan" is expected to be uploaded at the end of the third volume, so stay tuned......

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