The fog is misty, and the drizzle surrounds this sad city, the rain is silky, very light and soft, you can't hear its sound, you can't see its colors, you can't feel its shape, the whole city is shrouded in sadness.

A heavy rain can wash away the filth in the city, but it cannot wash away the shadows in the depths of the human heart.

A little boy with pale hair, about five or six years old, dressed in thin clothes, stood in the rain with a sluggish face.

The weather had already entered autumn, and a heavy rain had brought unbearable humidity, and the little boy was drenched without an umbrella, his pale hair sticking together, and his face was blue from the cold.

His eyes were neither joyful nor sad, and his gaze was blank as he stared at the two tombs in front of him, like a lifeless, thoughtless walking corpse.

A strong wind blew, and half of the withered branch was broken, falling and smashing on the little boy's forehead.

A wisp of bright red blood suddenly appeared, and it was immediately washed away by the rain, and the little boy's delicate skin was directly broken.

For other children of this age, I am afraid that they would have already lay on the ground and cry, but this little boy did not, he didn't even shake his body, and still stared at the two tombs with blank eyes.

It's as if he wasn't the one with the hole in his head.

"White Deer Ichijo" and "White Deer Miyuko", these are the names engraved on each of the two tombstones, which are the parents of the little boy.

"My parents who love me so much have died, and the originally happy family has been shattered, and you will become an orphan from today onwards, you must be sad in your heart, right? Who is responsible for all this? ”

A middle-aged man in a black raincoat suddenly appeared behind the little boy, and the demonic voice echoed in the little boy's ears, making his lifeless eyes finally ripple.

The little boy raised his head, his immature face was full of ferocity, and he looked at the middle-aged man with a fierce look, and said hatefully:

"It's you, it's all because of you, it's you who asked your parents to carry out that mission, they were killed by you!"

The little boy knew the middle-aged man and knew that he was the boss of his parents, and the task that led to the death of both his parents was the execution order given by the middle-aged man.

Although the little boy is much more mature than his peers, no matter how simple his mind is, he thinks that the man in front of him named Chaida is the culprit who killed his parents.

"No, no, no!"

Chaida hurriedly shook his head, as if he was afraid of being misunderstood by the little boy, and said:

"It wasn't me who killed them, although it was true that I gave the order to die, but it was also ordered by the people above me, and your parents offended those they couldn't afford to offend, so they were in that explosion—bang!"

"Who is it? Who are they? ”

The little boy cried out through gritted teeth.

"What are you going to do when you know who they are?"

"Kill them and avenge my mom and dad!"

Unbelievably cruel and full of harsh words came from the mouth of a little boy who was only five years old, even though he was facing a baby face that still had baby fat, but the firmness of the words made Chaida not question it at all.

"Hahaha-"

Chaida suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, which seemed to be mocking, which made the little boy angry.

"What are you laughing at!"

The little boy shouted angrily.

"I'm laughing at your naivety and stupidity, even your parents can't fight them, and you end up dying, what do you think you can do now?"

Chaida sneered, and his words were full of disdain for the little boy.

Who I am now?

The little boy's eyes flashed, and he raised his head sharply and asked, "Can you help me?" ”

"Naturally, I'm here to help you get revenge."

Chaida stepped on the rain boots, walked in the heavier and heavier rain, came to the little boy, and then took out a pure white Poke Ball from his arms:

"To become a trainer, you can only avenge them if you have a strong strength, a strength greater than your parents!"

The little boy took the pure white Poké Ball from Chaida's hand in confusion, and then pressed the button like the trainers he had seen.

Meow –

With a long cry of extreme unhappiness and a hint of fried fur, a small white milk cat appeared in the little boy's arms.

As a fire elf, the fire spotted meow was drenched by the rain as soon as it came out, and immediately instinctively reacted to drill into the little boy's arms, and the soft little head desperately pressed against the little boy's belly.

"It's ......"

Holding the little milk cat that was screaming in his arms in his arms and had never seen before, the little boy was a little speechless for a while.

"Firespotted Meow, your Initial Elf."

Chaida crouched down, kept at the same height as the little boy, looked directly into his ice-blue eyes, and said:

"Remember, the murderer of your parents is the Elven Alliance, you must always keep this in mind, take the Fire Meow, go and become a trainer affiliated with the Alliance, and when you climb high enough, then give the Alliance a fatal blow!"

"Elves... Coalition ......"

The little boy hugged the soaked, shivering little milk cat, and the voice of Chaida kept echoing in his ears, and his eyes revealed a deep hatred.

The rain continued to fall, and the little boy let Chaida take one of his hands and hold the kitten in the other, and walked outside.

Splashing one by one, not in a hurry.

......

The white deer and wild tiger said that he had a bitter and bitter experience in his mouth, but his face still looked calm and unhappy, perhaps in the years of hatred, he had long been unfazed.

"Are you telling me this to show me what a tragic childhood you had? But I might be going to disappoint you, I don't have that kind of compassion. ”

Ink Mark stood beside the Tyrannosaurus, not in the slightest moved by the story of the White Deer and Wild Tiger, and said lightly.

After a fierce confrontation, the Tyrannosaurus and the Roaring Tiger were evenly matched for a while, and neither of them could help anyone, staring at each other fiercely.

"Miserable? I don't think it was a tragic experience, on the contrary, I think it was the most precious experience of my life, and if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't be where I am now. ”

The white deer and wild tiger glanced at the ink mark deeply, and his face suddenly became a little hideous, and said:

"I'm telling you this, in fact, it's just because I'm jealous of you, I'm really jealous, so jealous that I want you to die immediately!"

"Jealous of me?"

Mo Zhen frowned, he didn't understand what Bailu Yehu meant by this, especially when he felt the deep hatred and the strong murderous aura between the words, it was a little inexplicable.

It seems that the feeling brings the change of the owner's mood, and the roaring tiger can't help but show a trace of sadness, the tyrannosaurus keenly grasped this opportunity, and was about to wait for the opportunity to attack, but the space suddenly underwent a strange distortion and fluctuation.

Between the twists, the White Deer Tiger and the Roaring Tiger suddenly disappeared in place.