"Waste!

"A thirteen-year-old guy who isn't even a war soldier is a piece of waste!"

"What does it mean to be alive like this? It's better to be dead. ”

"It's nothing that he's dead, but it's a little boring for us guys!"

"I think his only role in being alive is for us to play, hahaha, hahaha!"

"How can there be such a waste of people in the world, it's really laughing to death, hahaha!"

"You're a piece of shit, a piece of shit!"

"What qualifications does a collateral evil seed have to live here?"

"Waste!

Ignoring the biting cold and pain all over his body, countless sneering voices suddenly appeared in Ye Chaoxiao's heart, some of those voices came from his so-called fellow disciples, some came from those sanctimonious family elders, and some even came from those lowly servants whose status was even inferior to him, but both the tone and the wording were invariably mocking. Those things that had been suppressed in the deepest part of Ye Chaoxiao's memory exploded at this moment, and they were crowded from all directions, as if they were about to squeeze Ye Chaoxiao alive. Obviously in this open space, Ye Chaoxiao felt obviously relieved, and it was at this time that Ye Chaoxiao heard a voice that completely coincided with the words in those memories-

"Hee-hee-hee, isn't that piece of shit?"

Ye Chaoxiao raised his head in surprise, and just happened to see the face he had feared and hated, the young man in a gorgeous costume, about fourteen or fifteen years old, was the little young master of the martial arts family who had bullied him countless times, Wu Yuan! The eyes of the two looked at each other at that moment, as if they saw the incredible look in Ye Chaoxiao's eyes, Wu Yuan frowned, put away the evil smile, and beckoned to a few peers of the same age on the side, and those people immediately surrounded him. Looking at their obscene faces, Ye Chaoxiao knew their plans, and stood up tremblingly, the strength of these few of Wu Yuan's hands was also at the level of the eighth and ninth stages of the True Yuan Force to the first and second stage of the fighters, and it was easy enough to deal with it at his current level, but just when he was about to mobilize the battle qi, he found that there was no battle qi in his body at all!

It's not that the war spirit is exhausted, but that it doesn't exist completely!

His own cultivation actually fell back below the warriors, no, that is, at the moment when he mobilized the battle qi in his body, Ye Chaoxiao realized that his cultivation should have returned to the fourth stage of the True Yuan Force!

That is, at the same time that Ye Chaoxiao was surprised by the change in his cultivation, the fists of those few Wu Yuan's subordinates had already arrived, and they hit him in the abdomen with a fierce punch, and before he could react, he had already been punched to the ground. The remaining few people were not idle, a little with their feet, some with their fists, and some even picked up the things in the wooden stick and iron plate, and hit him hard, this kind of pain, Ye Chaoxiao has not felt it for several months, and even thought that he was about to forget such pain, however, at this time, Ye Chaoxiao felt his powerlessness and sadness- In order to get out of such a day, I don't know how much effort I put into it, at all costs, let go of everything, and finally saw the hope of revenge, how could everything return to the original point.

The fist that was punched in the chest, it hurt, because the punch dented his chest.

The kick between the waists hurt because the kick hit his kidneys.

The stick that hit him on the calf, it hurt because a stick broke his leg bone.

But when it comes to the pain of the heart, it is less than one thousandth of a thousandth.

The pain in the heart may be more real than the physical pain.

I don't know how long it took, the young master of the martial family, Wu Yuan, and his entourage once again left in laughter and frolic, leaving Ye Chaoxiao alone in the snow. I don't know how long it took for Ye Chaoxiao to get up slowly, and the place where he fell just now was melted into a small pit by his body temperature, dissolving the snow of this winter and the blood stains on his body, mixed into a pool of turbidity. It was in the turbidity of this small pool that Ye Chaoxiao saw his current appearance-

His skin was yellow, his complexion was pale, and he was wearing this extremely shabby thin linen clothes, which were not at all the clothes that should be worn in this season and weather, and even so, the linen clothes were only enough to cover the body. The messy hair covered the small half of the face, and in addition to the scars on the face, there were blue and purple scars on the face, and the blue nose and swollen face seemed to have a little inexplicable joy. The long-term lack of food and nutrition made him look much thinner than his peers, and even emaciated to the point of being almost sickly. Remove the bruised and purple scars, there are still a little pockmarks sprinkled on the face, and the face shape is not good-looking, but it is not at the level of 'crooked melon and cracked dates', this face is not handsome, and even no matter how you take care of it, you can only barely fall into an 'ordinary'. is this ordinary and even somewhat ugly face, this is what Ye Chaoxiao has seen his face for more than ten years, and he wants to change, this appearance, the original appearance appeared in front of him again.

Ye Chaoxiao had already discovered it himself when he was just beaten by everyone, not only did the battle qi retreat to the fourth stage of the innate true yuan force, but the rest of the means he held had all disappeared - whether it was the Guiyuan hand with concussive energy, or the Trinity Order that could fuse the three treasures, or even the Nine Words Linzi Realm, which he was most familiar with, could not be used! Such a huge gap even if such a long time has passed, it still can't make Ye Chaoxiao react, he thought, maybe, maybe everything now is just a dream?

A dream? Where can there be such a real dream?

The familiar cold was so real, the pain of the beating was so real, and even the reflection of oneself in this small pool of mud was so real. It was so real that Ye Chaoxiao even began to doubt that everything here and the few months in Qizhong Courtyard were some illusory times, was the real dream?