The icy rain, mixed with the biting cold wind, smashed on Murong Xiaotian's face unscrupulously, but it couldn't calm his angry and restless heart at the moment.

The sky burst out with a thunderclap like a burst of laughter, and it continued like a war drum. A white light pierced the sky, tossed the entire earth transparently, and instantly dragged it into the boundless darkness.

One bright and one dark, the scar on Murong Xiaotian's forehead that went straight to the corner of his eye, and his face distorted by anger, set off the weirdness and horror. The one-meter-eight body walks like a ghost in the stormy night.

"Haizi, you won't die in vain, I will make the dead bald head pay the same price!"

The cry of the heart twitched pale.

"Boom" thunder is still there, lightning is still there.

"Bump", Murong Xiaotian knocked open the door of a dilapidated house in Dongcheng District.

"Boom", the scene in front of me rushed straight to the brain like an uncontrollable torrent, and the pain cut through the entire heart and lungs like a bayonet, leaving only a helpless sadness.

In the hut, a bald man jumped up from the ground in shock by the loud bang on the door, ** with his upper body and his trouser belt half-undone. The digging marks on his body, face, and were torn and scratched, seeping with traces of blood, trembling slightly in the cold wind that poured into the door.

In the corner of the wall, a girl with a helpless look and a desperate look on her face clung to her torn clothes, her face as pale as paper.

Murong Xiaotian's liver was frightened, tears raged down his face, and his figure became lonely and gloomy in an instant.

Slowly, mechanically, Murong Xiaotian pulled away his rain-soaked jacket and numbly pulled out a sharp, cold-light fire axe.

"Tian, Tian, Tianzai, what do you, what do you want to do?" The bald head trembled incoherently and stepped back.

"You bastard, you're only going to do this kind of shitty thing. Even the women of the brothers will not be spared". The cold voice as if it came from hell spit out word by word, and the heavy footsteps slowly forced towards the bald man step by step.

"Tianzai, what do you want to do, Haizi is dead, this woman will follow someone else, besides, I haven't done anything to her yet," the bald man's face rose with fear.

"You get out of here," Murong Xiaotian looked at the woman coldly, his face expressionless.

The woman trembled through the wind and rain and disappeared into the night.

"Tianzai, we are good brothers, don't hurt the harmony for this."

"Brother?" Murong Xiaotian laughed sadly and wildly, his voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, and it was extremely poignant: "You betrayed Haizi to the fat man Li, and you dare to mention the word brother." ”

The bald man's face suddenly changed in shock.

"Tianzai, spare me, spare me, you, no, don't kill me, killing is to pay for your life." The bald man pleaded helplessly, his body trembling like a dead leaf in the wind.

"Don't worry, Lao Tzu is under eighteen years old and can't accompany you." Murong Xiaotian's face was hideous, and he mechanically waved the sharp axe in his hand

The heavy rain was pouring down, mixed with bursts of shock, and the city was splashed under the night.

Murong Xiaotian stood quietly in the wind and rain, looking up at the sky, letting the cold storm and rain gnaw away at the grieving heart.

The heart is dead, where is the heavens?

Murong Xiaotian pointed at the sky and heartbroken: "Thief God, you are unfair!" ”

Where are the fallen leaves going with the wind?

Only to the sky, empty weeping,

The figure that once flew like the wings of an angel,

Across my desire for happiness,

Where love woke up and went,

Vaguely left the fragrance of yesterday,

The familiar warmth, like the wings of an angel,

Across my boundless heartache,

I believe you're still here, never gone,

My love is like an angel watching over you,

If you knew this place, there would be no me again,

I'll find an angel to love you for me......

Beautiful and mournful melodies fluttered throughout the carriage, and emotional sentences scattered along the way as the car sped away.

"Uncle, why are you crying". The immature, innocent and sweet children's voice penetrated the song and entered Murong Xiaotian's ears.

"Oh", Murong Xiaotian, who woke up from his dream, looked at a pair of bright and curious eyes in front of him: "Accidentally, the wind blows." Wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and reached out to close the car window in disguise.

Looking out the window, the car slowly drove into the city, and a trace of sadness crossed my heart. It's been ten years, and I've left the city with an injury, and now I'm back again. Ten years of vicissitudes of life cannot heal the wounds in my heart.

The end of the world, the love is broken, looking back, things are people, the face disappears, leaving sad tears.

Murong Xiaotian stood on the bustling street, staring blankly at the flow of people passing through and not knowing what to do, the changes in the past ten years made him unable to recognize the past city.

Family? Where is home? The former home has become a series of high-rise buildings.

Do I still have a home? Murong Xiaotian shook his head self-deprecatingly and smiled bitterly.

I wonder if my brother and sister are okay now? Murong Xiaotian looked up and sighed lightly, the nightmare ten years ago resurfaced in front of him......

Murong Xiaotian numbly knocked on the door of Lin Xiaoming's house, the principal of the city's No. 1 Middle School, and the blood splashed on his body had been washed away by the rain and dyed crimson.

"Xiaotian, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?" A middle-aged man opened the door, his eyes horrified and concerned.

"I killed someone". Murong Xiaotian's face became even more distorted and hideous under the faint light from the room.

"What, you ......", shocked, absolutely shocked, irritating to say the whole thing.

Murong Xiaotian's expression was numb, and his eyes were gloomy.

The middle-aged man who had been in the accident for a long time regained his composure in the middle of the ring, and he cared for it with regret: "Xiaotian, the law is not merciful, you have to dare to face it when something happens, I will accompany you to surrender." ”

"Bang" Xiaotian bent his knees, knelt on the ground, expressionless, and resolute: "I don't need you to accompany me, I will go myself, Xiaotian will come tonight, just ask Uncle Lin for one thing." ”

"Son, get up quickly, whatever is the matter, just say it." A little tear appeared in the corner of the middle-aged man's eyes.

"The three of us brothers and sisters, we usually don't bother you less, Xiaotian knows that Uncle Lin is a good person, Xiaotian begs Uncle Lin to adopt my younger brothers and sisters." Murong Xiaotian's forehead touched the ground, and he "bumped" and knocked again.

"Xiaotian, get up quickly, Uncle Lin promises you", the middle-aged man pulled up Murong Xiaotian, his voice choked, and he raised his eyes and sighed: "Fate plays tricks on people." ”

"Uncle Lin, please don't sue my brother and sister...... Murong Xiaotian stood up, infinitely sad, choked up, bowed to the middle-aged man numbly, turned around helplessly, and rushed into the cold wind and rain......

"Hey" Murong Xiaotian shook his head and pulled his mind back. He went to City No. 1 Middle School, but Principal Kelin gave up writing and went to business ten years ago, and he didn't know where he went with his younger brother and sister.

Xiaoyi, Xiaofeng, where are you, are you all right? The corners of Murong Xiaotian's mouth pulled out an arc, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, the sea of people is vast, forget it, I don't want to, find something to do first, settle down, I don't have much money in my pocket.

"Do you have any specialties?"

"Nope."

The other party shook his head apologetically.

……

"What is your education?"

"I didn't graduate from high school."

"I'm sorry ,......"

……

"How many years of work experience have you had?"

"Nope."

"I'm sorry."

The recruiter smiled and shook his head.

……

"You've just been released from prison, I'm sorry..."

Murong Xiaotian didn't say a word, turned his head and left.

……

In a few days, he ran dozens of places, and answered all kinds of answers, but he didn't "come to work tomorrow", Murong Xiaotian's helpless heart was filled with a trace of sadness, where is tomorrow? Helpless, helpless, hopeless, and without a future, Murong Xiaotian wandered aimlessly on the street, his eyes wandering around blankly.

"Destiny" is about to come out, Niantian Group hires professional players with high salaries, and builds the best team with good treatment, interested parties please come to our group Asia branch office to register before 17 o'clock on January 1, 2010, detailed address: No. 8, Mizun Road, Qingma Street, F Province, China."

This advertising banner jumped into Murong Xiaotian's sight, causing his figure to involuntarily lean over, and a rare smile appeared on his gloomy face.

"I used to be a master of playing "Heroes of the Three Kingdoms", hehe, it's not an exaggeration to say that I am a professional player," Murong Xiaotian thought stupidly.

The mood seems to be much better, cheer up and read the details under the banner carefully:

More than 20 countries, including China, Japan, the United States, and Germany, have invested 300 billion US dollars, and after ten years, thousands of scientists have developed a large-scale simulation game, and "Destiny" is about to come out.

This game is completely operated by the artificial intelligence brain, no zàiG, no cheating methods are completely eliminated, 100 artifacts are waiting for the strength to be discovered, each hidden profession is all based on luck, and the tasks that cannot be completed depend on fate, no zài special account, no zài lucky account, no zài internal test, public beta. Run directly. Opportunities are equal for all players.

"Destiny" imitates 100% of the simulation process, magnificent momentum, magnificent scenes, bringing you a fate experience like a personal experience, **naked visual shock, 100% pain feeling.

The game starts running on time at 18 o'clock on January 1, 2010.

On January 1, 2010, Murong Xiaotian was stunned and hurriedly looked at his watch. day, January 1, 2010 at 16:48.

There are 12 minutes left before the recruitment deadline of Niantian Group.

Murong Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, pulled the car door, got in, and took out the only 10 yuan on his body: "Big brother, I have ten yuan left, if you have more, you won't refund, if you don't have enough, you will send me to No. 8 Mizun Road within ten minutes, okay?" ”

"Brother, you are straightforward enough, just rush here, I will give you for free." The taxi driver smiled at Murong Xiaotian, who was looking forward to it, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out.

When he arrived downstairs at the Asian branch of Niantian Group, the bell tower just rang 17 o'clock, Murong Xiaotian took three steps and two steps, pushed open the door of the hall downstairs, and roared: "I'm a professional player, I'm here to sign up." ”

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