Tell a man's story.

He lived a humbler life than anyone else, living a life of no dignity from the age of ten, trampled on by anyone who saw him, and even a helpless child could add scars to his body.

If you are beaten in the face, you have to move the other side over, and if you are insulted, you have to smile and say "good fight".

He must not show any disrespect, he must not show any trace of hatred, otherwise he will face ten times the pain he had before.

It all started ten years ago - ever since his father was dismembered in front of him and his mother.

When the nightmare strikes, the father does not pay the clean debt, and the mother and son will continue to pay it until they die completely or the enemy loses interest in them.

Barbarism is hell, but it is in line with the tyrannical nature of human beings.

――

So, in ten years, he gradually forgot what happiness was, forgot the memories before the age of ten, and the slightest memory would make him feel endless grief and indignation, and this grief and indignation was worthless, and it was of no use except that he would lose important people.

A man has a natural talent, he can hide all his feelings well, and pretend to be a weak little bastard who can do anything to survive.

Thereupon.

On this day, the man, after a day of insults, as usual, returned to his "home" - if the house made of old planks was considered home.

Ironically, just a kilometer north of this humble wooden house is the mansion built by the man's father ten years ago, which is the spirit of buying out an entire mountain peak, like the luxury of an emperor.

Now, of course, all this is occupied by the enemy, which has become a permanent irony.

"I'm back, Lian."

It was the voice of a woman in vicissitudes, and an emaciated figure was standing in front of the door of the wooden house.

It should have been a rare beauty, just ten years ago, it was also a hot spot in the city's high society, dignified manners, noble temperament, smart wisdom, women do not let the eyebrows, but surprisingly kind and simple. Complementing the man's father, he made a world from scratch.

And now it is described as withered, as if it has been drained of water, and the excessive insult has made her lose everything to be proud of.

But even so-

She still showed a warm smile in front of her son, telling him that this was the home where he could relax.

"Mom......"

The man bowed his head in answer and wanted to go into the house.

"Wait, look up." She grabbed the man.

After a slight pause, the man still raised his head, and on his face, a hideous wound spread from his right eye to his cheek.

"They did it again...... Is it? ”

Sighing, his mother dragged him into the house, cleaned his wounds with white gauze, disinfected them with salt water, and bandaged them briefly.

"Ahem......"

During the action, the mother coughed violently, and her health had been completely consumed.

The man hurriedly helped his mother to the bed, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." His mother stopped him, "Do you want to ask them for medicine?" ”

She said with a cold face, although she was tortured, she still retained a majesty that ordinary women could hardly reach.

“……”

"There's no need, Lian'er, I know my body, it's not a few pills that can be solved."

"Then let them take you to the hospital!" The man turned around and said firmly.

"Impossible. Even if I could, do you think I'd be happy? How much sacrifice do you have to make them agree? Satisfying their sadistic tastes? Our mother and son are just playthings for others to vent their hatred, and there will be no mercy. Mother stated indifferently.

"But ......"

"Don't talk about this, Lian'er, tomorrow is your birthday, do you have anything to want?" The mother said with a smile, and although her son had grown up, she still said it in a tone that seemed to coax a child.

"I didn't...... There is nothing wanted. Li Lian replied jerkyly, in the past ten years, his face could no longer show any emotion.

"Oh? Then let mom think for herself, don't blame mom if you don't like it. The mother smiled mysteriously, with a hint of relief, a hint of unwillingness and a hint of relief in the corners of her eyes.

――

The next night, Li Lian received a gift from his mother, or rather, a relic.

Two pale notes.

"Ten years of appointment, fortunately not dishonored. Lian'er has grown up, and I can go and accompany you. ”

- My dear

"Lian'er, Mom won't ask you to do anything, nor will she stop you from doing anything, but you must survive and live your true self. The eagle will spread its wings to the sky, and the mother will be willing to release the shackles for you. ”

-- Zhilian'er

In front of him, blood covered the earth, like an endless red lotus, occupying Li Lian's entire field of vision.

The mother walked peacefully, and the pain of death did not take away a trace of her pride and self-esteem, but left an eternal smile on the corner of her mouth.

A trace of comfort, a trace of unwillingness, a trace of relief, a trace of irony.

“……”

Li Lian felt as if a certain string had broken in his head.

There was no shout of shouting for heaven and earth, Li Lian was unexpectedly calm, no, it was more of a dead silence than a calm.

The more excited he was, the calmer he became, and the more crazy he became, the more cold he became.

-- Isn't all the patience of the past ten years, all for you, my beloved mother!

――Otherwise, wouldn't it have been easy to get rid of it 10 years ago?

――Isn't it all for you to wag your tail and beg for mercy again and again? Why!

Although he was puzzled, he did not have any doubts about his mother, because his mother was greater than any other woman, taught him the meaning of existence, and told himself that there was love in this world.

So, there's only one thing left to think about now.

Take revenge, inflict this pain on the enemy a hundredfold, drink the blood of the enemy, eat his flesh, skin his skin, break his bones, and then try all torture one by one, and crush his bones to ashes! Let him regret being a man!

Yes, just like I've been thinking about it every day for the past ten years.

I have planned countless times, I don't need to think carefully at all, countless plans come to mind, vowing to set off a bloody storm!

An endless ferocity rose from his heart, and even his always rigid facial features began to distort.

"Mother, don't you stop my revenge even if you are so kind? …… You'll regret ......"

Thinking of the words on the note, Li Lian tugged at his chest fiercely.

Incomparably painful, incomparably joyful crying—

"There's a devil living here."

――

Half an hour later, the Wang family's mansion.

A 73-centimeter-long sword is in Li Lian's hand, made with sophisticated modern technology, with a 100-fold steel blade, a deep blood groove, and a hand-sharpened edge.

The just right curve makes you feel elegant, and the handle wrapped in black animal skin gives a comfortable feel.

There is no doubt that this is a very good murder weapon.

Ten minutes ago, Li Lian had taken her down from a certain study and turned her from an ornament into a real murder weapon.

If this knife had a soul, it must have trembled with excitement.

-- It will be stained with countless blood.

Li Lian's mood was extremely excited, but his face did not change at all, and his pace was still calm, not at all different from usual.

He can completely separate his mind from his body, and he will not show any expression even when his heart is excited.

"Yo, the Li family's dog is here, hurry up and put on the collar, it's not good to bite someone."

His face was full of malice, and the young man in front of him was the eldest young master of the Wang family.

"Yes...... It's ......"

He replied resignedly, pretending to be frightened, and the contraction of his facial muscles was accurate, as if a computer program perfectly portrayed what the word "cowardly" should look like.

He picked up a dirty collar from the corner of the wall, which was a must-have accessory for every day.

"Hahaha......" The young master of the Wang family laughed, and several bodyguards in the room also laughed together.

"I can't get enough of it, bastard."

So, Li Lian also smiled, twitching his muscles to make a "laughing" expression.

Bending over, with his right hand in his arms, his wide coat completely covering the sword, he rushed forward, and his legs burst out with the speed of a hound!

Draw your sword out of its sheath! A near-perfect arc swept through the throat of one of the bodyguards, then the knife was raised flat, and a swift thrust stabbed into the back of the second bodyguard's heart.

At this time, the other two bodyguards reacted and reached out to touch the gun in their arms.

Li Lian picked up his left hand, and a stool smashed over, and then the whole person followed with the speed of a cheetah, holding a knife with both hands and stabbing the man's chest, and pushed the corpse with a force, and used the corpse to block the shooting of the last bodyguard.

Li Lian's feet swirled, and the knife was pulled out of the corpse's chest, dancing in a circle, and slashing through it with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, cutting off the neck of the last bodyguard neatly, leaving only a few traces of tendons and flesh connected.

Pillars of blood splattered out, slamming straight to the ceiling, then turning into a rain of blood, bathing the sword-wielding demon god in it.

From beginning to end, it took less than ten seconds.

"Ahhh......h Blame...... Monster! ”

The eldest young master collapsed, screaming as he crawled out of the door with his hands and feet.

Yes, I'm definitely a demon now.

Li Lian licked the blood on the blade, and the emotions called pleasure filled his body and mind, as much hatred as there was, there was as much pleasure as there was.

His limbs trembled as he unleashed more than the limit, and his heart pounded wildly, as if the cost of running a marathon was compressed into these ten seconds.

That feeling, the unity of body and mind, the liberation of the soul, pain and happiness, as if to squeeze all the bodily fluids out of the body at one time, is more than the pleasure of **.

This tyrannical impulse, which had accumulated for ten years, instantly broke through a certain floodgate in his body, unleashing a beast that destroyed everything.

"Hurry up and run, go farther, let me experience this pleasure well, revenge has just begun."

Squinting his eyes and enjoying this intoxicating pleasure, Li Lian started suddenly, and caught up with the soft-handed young master in a few seconds.

"Tear Pull"

The sound of pieces of cloth and flesh being cut.

He fell to the ground with a terrible scream, his hamstrings and arteries severed.

"Wait a minute...... You have to go to your father first, and wait. ”

patting the young master in a pool of blood on the shoulder, Li Lian looked at him with encouraging eyes, hoping that he would persevere to the end.

Behind him, the door had been locked, and it would take some time for the security guards outside to get in.

Further inside, that old bastard should be in the study now, the study is soundproof, and he doesn't like to bring bodyguards around, so now Li Lian has to face him alone.

Soon, Li Lian pushed open the door of the study.

A burst of melodious music came from the speaker, not loud, just the background sound suitable for reading.

"Yo, to Alice, nice feeling." Li Lian flicked the sword, danced a knife flower, and threw a trail of blood on the ground, and then said, "It's just not quite suitable for the current storyline." ”

"Why did you come in casually! Is this where you stay with dirty things? Get the hell out of here! The middle-aged man shouted angrily, but his eyes involuntarily looked at the knife in Li Lian's hand.

"It's really majestic, worthy of being the overlord of this city, just like my father was back then."

Li Lian walked in, and the sword shook at will.

"What do you want to do? Now get out of here, I can act as if nothing happened! He also seemed to notice that something was wrong, the drops of blood that had been thrown at him as the knife swayed.

"Oh, sorry, stained your clothes, it's worth a lot of money, right? It's enough for our mother and son to live a good life for a few years. ”

Sneering, Li Lian continued to walk in, but the middle-aged man kept retreating, his face becoming whiter and paler.

"My father really can't be considered a good person, back then, your daughter and your wife were all killed by him."

Yes, the chain of hatred, the beginning of everything is Li Lian's father himself.

The ruthless emperor never missed any opportunity to strike at the enemy, he caused a traffic "accident", although he buried the wife and daughter of the man in front of him, but he escaped by luck.

"Don't come here! You...... Ah......h

A miserable scream echoed in the study, Li Lian made a horizontal cut, and with a flash of white light, a narrow opening opened in the man's abdomen, and before the man's hands covered it, the intestines could already be seen.

"So, you took revenge, hired a killer, and killed my father in front of us?"

Another slash fell, and the man's hand used to block was completely severed.

"Then, your anger has not subsided, do you want to vent it on our mother and son?"

Ten years, the hatred of the man in front of him is unforgettable, endless, deformed and cruel.

And the source of this hatred is his love for his wife and daughter.

Li Lian understood that at this time, he was not a righteous revenge, but just a thug fight.

This chain of hatred, which is constantly cut and cannot be traced to the source, must be washed with blood until one side is completely dead.

In the process-

There was no need to hesitate, what was pouring out of his body at this moment was endless joy, blood boiling, hunger and thirst.

This is the devil's desire in his heart, just like his father back then.

"Cover your intestines, don't leak out." Li Lian kindly reminded as he raised the fierce blade high, letting the bright red blood flow down the hilt and stain his slender and pale fingers red.

Then he cut it down steadily.

"Ah...... Yes! Stop it! Stop! I'll give you everything! I have a lot of money, how much do you want! Say a number! ”

Shura, who was covered in blood, slashed down with a machine-like precise movement, but the excitement of revenge in his heart gradually mutated, and some inexplicable emotion surged into his heart, but when he realized it, he was already in tears.

His face was dead and silent, wondering why he was crying, he had acting skills that went deep into the bone marrow, and habitually separated the surface from the inside, so that he couldn't find out whether his tears were acting or real.

--Finally, with the severed throat, the enemy's voice abruptly stopped.

Ten years of confinement and shame, losing all the dignity necessary to be a human being, physical and mental injury and oppression, if it were an ordinary person, it would probably have collapsed long ago, and used madness to escape everything.

This man didn't, just because there was as much love as there was hatred in his heart.

His father was a brutal king, who used the most cruel means to destroy his enemies, but he was very kind to him at home, and he was a very competent father.

Li Lian loved him very much, but he also hated him very much.

And her mother is the only light in her gray life, as long as she exists, she can give up everything, and everyone who tries to hurt her will have to pay the price.

The apocalyptic day ten years ago, the life of pigs and dogs in the past ten years has become the nourishment of this black anger, and it is burning more and more.

He chewed on the blood of his enemies, threw the sword aside, and let the blood and tears flow from his eyes, and he kept choking and choking.

――

The sound of footsteps, although slight, still woke Li Lian up.

He turned his head to see a boy in his teens standing behind him tremblingly, his hands clenching the knife he had discarded.

The child was the nephew of the dead body on the ground, the youngest child in the house.

At this time, the hatred in the child's eyes was so familiar to Li Lian - just like what he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

He wanted to move, but the muscles in his whole body twitched violently, and the excessive force had caused his muscles to be severely strained.

The boy stabbed him with a knife, and God knows how a little boy had the courage to do so.

In an instant, Li Lian was relieved.

Such an ending can be regarded as a good salvation, and may the purity of the child make the devil in my heart fade.

It's just that I'm a little sorry for my mother's entrustment.

Thinking like this, Li Lian watched expressionlessly as the blade pierced into his heart.

- May hell have a place for me.