She had a dream.

In the dream, her mother held her in her arms and gently wiped the residue of pastries from the corners of her mouth, with a gentle smile on her face.

My father sat at the table, watching, smiling, and his rugged face was full of heartfelt warmth.

That feeling seems to be able to touch people's souls, and people can't help but indulge in it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

If it was a dream, how she wanted to sleep forever in this dream and never wake up again.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the dream is, it won't continue endlessly.

When the sound of killing sounded, when she couldn't make a shout with all her strength, when she clearly remembered her exercises, when she obviously had the instinct to kill in her body but couldn't perform any tricks and a half, when she looked at her mother facing Wang Lingran of all ethnic groups without fear, but when she looked back at herself, there was sadness in her eyes the moment she looked back.

Her heart tingled fiercely.

She wanted to rush forward, she wanted to change something.

But when my mother was forced to die, and my father's rough but always smiling face was full of tears, holding her out of the encirclement.

When the memory of her mother was frozen in that moment, and only the smiling face was left in the memory, she finally stopped sinking and no longer wanted to indulge in a beautiful dream.

Even if it's a dream, it's the same cruelty, and it's the same that you can no longer get the simplest warmth.

Then, it is better to wake up and incarnate as a vengeful Shura, so that the former enemy can feel his former despair, former helplessness, and former fear.

It's just that she can't wake up.

This dream is like binding her in it.

At the best of times, she didn't want to wake up.

In the most brutal time, she could not wake up.

She watched as her mother dragged the kings of all tribes by herself, and she knew that she was making sacrifices for the hope of her life.

It's just that the mother's memory is finally frozen into the poignant smiling face in the memory.

She watched her father take herself out of the encirclement, watched her father escape from the siege again and again, with more and more scars on his body, and his clothes were dyed red, but she always protected herself in the safest arms and never allowed herself to receive a little injury.

She knew that the reason why those demon beasts were able to find her father's traces again and again was because of her own breath.

Like a fluorescent stone in the night, he no longer reveals his position to the enemy at all times.

She knew that as long as her father left herself, she would be able to escape to the realm of the human race alone.

But in the face of enemies again and again, my father just held himself tightly in his arms and did not let himself be hurt in the slightest.

He watched his father escape from the encirclement with him again and again, and watched the scars on his father's body continue to grow.

Every time you escape from the enemy's encirclement, every time you get a temporary safety.

Even when he was on the run, my father would always find time to wash himself and mend his tattered clothes as a result of the flight.

The father promised his mother not to let himself suffer the slightest grievance.

Although he was on the run, his father still did everything he could to give himself the best he could.

She watched as the lion's claws pierced her father's heart, and he threw all his strength to repel the lion and flee with him once more.

She knew that her father was dead, and what she fled with her was only the corpse of her father who locked up the last shred of life at the cost of burning his soul.

He watched his father endure the pain of torn soul, and comforted himself with a hearty smile on his face.

She wanted to cry loudly, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

One day.

Two days.

My father's movements became slower and slower, and his body sometimes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She knew that his soul had almost burned out, and that he had almost reached the limit of what he could make.

She wanted to get him to give up, but she couldn't say a word.

Surrounded again, met her teacher, and they were saved.

She saw the relief on her father's face, and the deep reluctance in his eyes when he looked at her.

It's just that she knows that every moment he persists, he will suffer more.

Like the teacher said, you can go and die.

She knew that her father could really die, and she would no longer have to endure the pain of 'living'.

The pain of burning her soul, she didn't know how much it hurt, but she knew that it was an infinite number of times more painful than any pain that her body could bear.

Otherwise, there would not be eighteen layers of hell in the legendary underworld, so that the evil will suffer from the soul suffering.

Eighteen Layers of Hell?

Perhaps, after he dies, he will also go to hell.

Even, he may be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, suffer endless torture, and never be able to be reborn, right?

It's just, what is it, seeing the suffering of her father and mother with her own eyes, if she doesn't avenge her parents, even if she lives, even if she can be reincarnated, can her conscience be at peace?

Finally.

The dream is over.

When her father's back disappeared into the forest, when she could no longer feel her father's breath, she knew that the nightmare was over.

She woke up and opened her eyes.

At first glance, she saw that familiar face.

The face that stood at the head of the village and looked at himself who came out of the mountain of corpses and blood like a Shura demon showed a gentle smile.

"Teacher."

Feeling that her body was still a little weak, the girl wanted to get up, but she couldn't get up, so she could only lie on the bed and cry weakly.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

Mu Feng's voice was still gentle, looking at the girl, as if the other party had nothing to do with him falling into a coma.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Except for the lack of physical strength, everything else is fine.

Mu Feng nodded.

"Rest well, and the rest will be said when you recover."

Seeing Mu Feng's back disappear in the doorway, the girl withdrew her gaze.

Thinking of the previous killing, of the corpses and blood that littered the ground, the girl's face turned pale again.

A strong feeling of nausea hit her, and she couldn't help but retch.

It's just that this discomfort was once again suppressed by her strong perseverance.

The mother died, the father died.

The murderers are all those demon beasts.

In the entire demon domain, every demon beast, there is no innocent one.

She is revenge, not killing.

It comforted herself, but she understood it.

From now on, from the moment she takes that step, from the moment she makes that decision, killing will become the main theme of her life.

Death will be with her like the wind, and wherever she goes, there will be death and slaughter.

It's just that she doesn't regret it.

Even if she did it again, she would still choose to follow this path.

The teacher once said that let her choose between revenge with her own hands and the teacher helping her to take revenge.

She chose the former, and the teacher passed on the most suitable exercises for her that could improve her in revenge.

The way to kill is her choice.

From now on 10,000 years, death will be her shadow over the world.