Looking at the kind and timid girl in front of him, Yi Yan smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry for delaying you." ”

When Qiao Qiao heard Yi Yan say sorry to herself, her little hand immediately shook nervously, and she said crisply, "No.. It's okay. ”

After speaking, he turned into a gust of incense and rushed out of the carriage.

Looking at the rapidly disappearing shadow, Yi Yan shook his head, if such a girl did not have the protection of a strong family, her fate in the future would be very tragic.

Walk out of the station and into the crowd to look at strangers who frown, laugh, or look at strangers with expressionless faces like yourself.

Yi Yan's heart appeared at a loss.

The strangers in front of them may have all kinds of troubles, but they clearly understand what they want and where their future lies.

But Yi Yan felt that he had nothing.

His past belongs to darkness and can never appear in the light of day.

Future, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Because he doesn't know how long he will live or if he has a future.

Maybe in a second, suddenly a bullet will pierce his heart and send him to hell in the same way that he took the lives of others.

Or perhaps, when he wakes up tomorrow, he will be a demon completely.

One that only kills demons.

No matter what, Yi Yan never thought that he could have a good end.

He is destined to be a person with no past and no future.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

When he completely lost his direction in confusion, the blood flow rate in his body suddenly began to increase, and the muscles in his body suddenly began to tense and expand.

The deep eyes were rapidly turning red, a blood-like crimson.

A killing intent that was not part of his mind control began to take over his body.

He suddenly realized that the demon in his body was about to appear, and his heart tightened.

If that demon had appeared on the street, I don't know how many innocent people would have died.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to take out a black dagger from his arms and stabbed it into his left hand in the surprised eyes of others.

The pain of the flesh and bones coming into contact with the dagger rushed into his brain instantly, and the inability to suppress the severe pain made him feel his existence extremely clearly.

And this sense of presence is like Tarzan, crushing the demon that is about to appear.

It has been said that the sense of human existence is strongest in times of pain and sorrow.

But Yi Yan's sense of existence only appears when he is injured and deprived of his life.

The crisis was lifted, and he showed a hideous smile to the tourists watching from the side. Yi Yan's footsteps quickened and disappeared from the sight of all "witnesses".

"Adong, what do you think of this person?"

In a limousine not far away, a stunning young woman with a charming appearance and a seductive temperament all over her body asked the muscular man in the driver's seat in front of her.

Her gaze stopped at the place where Yi Yan had disappeared, a lady's cigarette between her white jade fingers, and her breathtaking eyes were full of curiosity.

"Even if it is death, I don't want to have a conflict with him, let alone know him."

In front, Adong was also looking in that direction, and his voice was full of fear.

The woman looked at him in surprise, she knew the strength of this henchman very well, and couldn't help but ask with doubts and curiosity, "Why?" ”

"I felt the breath of death in him, the breath of death that can only be bought by depriving countless lives."

When the charming woman heard this, she looked in the direction where Yi Yan left again, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Such people do not take orders from others because of money, power and women, they only believe in themselves. Eldest sister, you go to be thinking about retracting him. ”

Adong, who knows women very well, guessed her thoughts and immediately reminded her.

He was really afraid of Yi Yan, although only one feeling.

The woman nodded, not knowing if she had listened to Adong's words, "Let's go, Qiaoqiao has already arrived in Huadu." ”

.....

The time jumped to three o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Yan looked helplessly at the artificial lake in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

Nineteen years later, the neighborhood in his memory has become a lake.

Lost, helpless.

Yi Yan was in a very bad mood and walked to the stone bench next to him and sat down.

I took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked at the ripples on the water surface without wind and recalled my childhood memories.

For him, who has no future, returning to China to find his adoptive father and adoptive mother is his only expectation now.

But unfortunately, when he was abducted, he was only five years old, and he couldn't even remember the name of his adoptive father and adoptive mother. Now even they are almost forgotten.

The only hope is the neighborhood in memory, and two blurred faces.

But in the vast sea of people, it is impossible for him to find his adoptive father and adoptive mother with that blurred face.

Now the only community that I remember clearly has also become an ocean.

It can be said that his dream of finding his adoptive father and adoptive mother has been completely shattered.

"Smoke, lad."

A neutral voice sounded, followed by a middle-aged man sitting next to him.

Yi Yan didn't look at the other party, and directly took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Give me another fire!"

Yi Yan handed over the lighter.

"Hey, what kind of cigarette is this, I haven't seen it, how do you smoke more and more clearly."

Lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs, the man's surprised voice suddenly sounded.

Yi Yan frowned slightly, he was recalling the happiest picture in his life. It was already very unpleasant to be interrupted suddenly, and now this person was still chattering, which really disgusted him.

looked up at the middle-aged man next to him, in a suit and leather shoes, his hair combed back, his eyes were bright, and he looked like an official.

Seeing this face, Yi Yan was slightly stunned, but he felt impossible. Then he turned his gaze to the lake again: "Foreign goods are not common in China. ”

"Good stuff." The middle-aged man praised and continued: "Young people should stay alive no matter what they encounter, look at you sitting here dejectedly, whether you have encountered something, or deliberately pretending to be a deep fishing girl. ”

Yi Yan was speechless for an instant, this guy looks like a dog, and he can't imagine that he is also an old fritter.

"I went out and came back to find that my former home had become a lake."

As he spoke, Yi Yan's fingers moved slightly, and the falling cigarette ash drifted into the distance with the breeze.

The man looked at Yi Yan after hearing his words and said:

"You used to live in the Homeland Community?"

Yi Yan nodded and did not speak.

He felt that the middle-aged man was a little familiar just now, and he thought that he should also be a neighbor who lived in the home community at the beginning.

"You won't be Wang Zhi, the son of Lao Wang, I haven't seen him for a few years, and the stinky boy has completely changed."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man began to look at Yi Yan carefully.

"It's not."

Yi Yan's answer made him stunned, and after being slightly embarrassed, he continued: "It won't be Lao Zhao's son, but you're too anxious." ”

Yi Yan ignored the man's words, looked at his eyes and narrowed slightly, and an idea appeared in his heart that even he thought was impossible.

"Nor is it? Then you are definitely not from the home community, and the children of other families are not as old as you. ”

Saying that, the middle-aged and elderly man returned Yi Yan's lighter to Yi Yan. I was a little unhappy in my heart, and I felt that Yi Yan was playing tricks on him.

Yi Yan didn't pick up the lighter he handed over, looked at the man with stunned eyes and said: "I got lost when I was five years old, and I have forgotten the name and appearance of my parents, and I only remember the century-old tree that I used to engrave on it when I was a child. ”

As he spoke, Yi Yan pointed to an old tree not far away.

The middle-aged man didn't follow Yi Yan's fingers, but looked at Yi Yan's face in a daze, and after a few seconds, he looked at Yi Yan's left hand.

Then he quickly threw away the cigarette that he had praised just now, and grabbed Yiyan's left hand.

Yi Yan did not stop the other party's impolite behavior, and let the other party push his cuffs up.

With the man's movements, a watch-sized white spot on Yi Yan's left arm appeared in the air.

"That's right, that's it, this can't be faked."

The man's voice was trembling, and the hand holding Yi Yan was getting harder and harder, and his eyes were faintly moist.

The white spots on Yi Yan's arms are very obvious, like traces left by vitiligo. But its shape is very beautiful, like a blooming lotus, natural, and there is a special charm in it.

As the man said, it is impossible to fake it.

But what is puzzling is that Yi Yan's arm was stabbed by him with a dagger before, and it was dripping with blood at that time, and it was three points into the bone.

Now there is no scarring at all, as if he has not been injured at all.