Did you still keep your hand? At this time, Zongtian finally knew that the power just now was just a small test. It's just that whether he is stronger than the calf is still unknown, but Zongtian's hostility towards Wei has finally decreased.

In the midst of Zongtian's thoughts, the black torrent finally collided with the pair of short knives, and the black disappeared without a trace at this time, and the only people who seemed to be left were only two people who were surprised by this result.

"It's me who lost, but it's only me who loses, and it has nothing to do with the fantasy soul master." Dropping such words, Wei walked away directly. Facing such a back, the blond boy showed a somewhat bitter and somewhat warm smile.

"Okay, the matter is settled, but please don't hate Wei too much, she's just a ...... It's just a full moon that likes other soul masters. ”

Although such words made Full Moon frown, she didn't say anything to refute after all.

"Is that so?" Zong Tian thought for a moment, "So the fantasy soul master is also quite an attractive person." ”

Zongtian's mind couldn't help flashing the figure of his father striking iron, but seeing the appearance of demon addiction, the fantasy soul master is at least a very delicate person at work, right?

"It's probably not as complicated as you think." Looking at Zongtian's expression, the blonde boy seemed to have a lot of words today.

"That should have been a matter of many years, it can be regarded as a chance, a somewhat crazy soul master and a talented soul martial artist met on a dark and windy night in the moon."

The moon is dark and the wind is high? Zongtian always felt that this word was somewhat familiar, but Zongtian's distraction did not affect the storyteller.

"At that time, the fantasy soul master was not a soul master, he was just an ordinary craftsman with countless ideas. As an ordinary craftsman, he naturally only has ordinary treatment, such as staying up late and working overtime is almost a daily compulsory course, and the remoteness of the residence is also commensurate with his status. I remember that it was almost midnight, and the long working hours had exhausted all the energy of the fantasy, and he had to take care of his young children on this night. ”

It seemed that it was really back to that night, and even the storyteller couldn't help but be immersed in the story, but the person who listened to the story raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is said that children are a gift from God to their parents, although the thinking is a little strange, but such common sense is also fulfilled in the fantasy. Although he was almost hollowed out by work, looking at his child's sleepy appearance and unable to walk straight, the journey in this cold night was also a warm fantasy. It's just that the remote night is a place where sin can easily breed, and fate also gave this father a test at this time. It wasn't that there was some simple robbery, which might only make this difficult family worse, and it was a moral test in front of the fantasy at this time. ”

The young man's voice gradually deepened, and the different developments also allowed Zongtian to slowly enter the story.

In the deep forest, the whispered cry echoed miserably, although he did not have much ability, but the fantasy still walked into the woods after telling his son. On a winding road, a carriage overturned to the side, and the tragic accident directly took the driver's life. But the cry for help didn't come from here, and in a farther place, the sound had become a faint cry. But the footsteps of the fantasy stopped at this moment, not because of the change in the voice, but because of the wound on the horse's body. He was a craftsman who made weapons, and he naturally couldn't misjudge such wounds. Yes, it wasn't an accident, it was a well-arranged robbery, and in the darkness in front of him, even if he continued to move forward, he could see only corpses, and even his own life. And what about his children? Even if he could escape, a child who was only four years old might freeze to death in the cold wind. ”

"Just when I was hesitating, the sound of the knife slashing into the flesh came clearly. Please, I can give you anything, even my life, but please spare my daughter! The fierce words were followed by a terrible silence, but the voice gave him the courage to move forward, only after the march was in front of him three vicious gangsters and the only surviving child. Although the high-intensity work has made his body stronger, what he has is only strong, what can he do in the face of such a gangster? Although there is a lot of hesitation in his heart, but the fantasy is involuntarily touched into his arms, where there is his hard work, although it is still only one of his ideas, but it is carrying all his dreams. A short stick made of glass was held in the hand of the fantasy, and the cold on the glass was felt, but the heart of the fantasy was a fire. ”

At this time, he was no longer allowed to think about it, the gangster's sharp knife had approached the girl's fragile life, and the heavy word of father finally made the fantasy make a reckless move. The fantasy suddenly appeared, and the glass short stick in his hand was also accurately hit on the head of a gangster. Although the effect of this blow directly brought down the combat power of the opposite side, in the face of the other two people who were enraged, the fantasy still had no chance of winning. With that fragile weapon alone, Utopia didn't even dare to have too much confrontation with those gangsters, but the opponent's weapon had already given him several wounds. Under such a disadvantage, the fantasy slipped under his feet in a hurry, and the villains on the opposite side naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and a knife was also cut down head-on at this time. Unable to care about the slim dream anymore, the short stick blocked the sharp knife, but the brittle crack also quietly occurred where the weapon came into contact. ”

"'I knew I wouldn't have been so economical in the first place.' Although he had crossed such a feeling in his heart, the soul blade made of this glass had spent all his meager savings, and what qualifications did a nameless craftsman like him have to consume that scarce metal material? Just when this ridicule was about to turn into a fantasy for the last thought, the girl suddenly pounced on the gangster, but what could a girl who looked like she was twelve or thirteen years old do? As a result, he was only smashed by the fierce gangsters to the side of the fantasy. ”

Seeing that the sharp knife was about to fall again, she held up the glass short pipe in vain, and I didn't know if she wanted to repay this benefactor who sacrificed her life before she died, and the girl also struggled to hold up the short stick. Something unexpected happened, the glass stick suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and as the light swept by, the two gangsters also fell to the ground weakly. ”

"Even I can't believe this result, the two who have already planned to die are still holding the short stick, but at least the crisis at this time has finally passed."

finally calmed down the fantasy, but he looked at the girl who was still holding a short stick. Although his dream bore fruit at this time, he was not happy at all because of this situation.

"You stay, it's a reward for saving my life." After a long time, the fantasy said such words, and the girl was awakened by the sudden words.

"Can he save my parents' lives?" It seems that he was stunned by the miracle just now, but in the face of such words, he can only be silent.

"Then what should I do in the future......" seemed to be talking to himself, but it pierced the heart of fantasy even more, although he could only barely raise a child at this time, but how could he be so ruthless in the face of such a tragedy.

"I'm missing an assistant in my studio, if you don't dislike it."

Hearing such words, there was finally a glimmer of light on the girl's dark face.

"Is it really possible?"

"Why not? This is also a reward for saving my life. ”