You ask me why I survived.

Maybe there will be another Gu worm to tell you, eggshells, shells, or something else, anyway, there is one that is sure in the end. The rule of survival in the Red Dragonfly Bottle is, kill. Either you are killed and taken captive by another living being, or you kill another living being, and if you want to avoid being killed, you must learn to kill another living being first. Survival resources are very limited, you can't control the resources of another living entity, the only rule is to make yourself the only owner of this resource.

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Proud and innocent lives in a small mountain village called Beituotuo in Tianyuan Kingdom, the mountains and rivers are bad, and the people on the mountain are mostly condemned or exiled to avoid the war, or have committed something, and their faces are engraved with the word "prisoner" or other words. Life is difficult and unbearable, often the family porridge is unsustainable, some people sell medicine on the mountain for money, and the cliff accidents are frequent, so the dilapidated Jiangyang Temple is built in a vacant land in front of the back cliff.

"Is your name called Evil Child?" The neighbor's family also lived in seclusion in the mountains to avoid the scourge of war, and her little granddaughter had a yellow face and thin muscles, her hair and eyebrows were yellow, and she looked like she was four or five years old.

"It's not called an evil child. My boy's name is 'evil child', 'evil child'. Too naïve...... "Arrogant and full of messy hair, a useless top with black bloomer shorts.

I've been wearing this dress for years. Since my mother was taken out of the sinking pond by my father seven times, and then sent to this side, the barren mountains and bald mountains, the lack of food and clothing, and the clothes several years ago have been seriously not long enough. Fortunately, Arrogant and Innocent is thinner, and he can barely arch in.

"What's that calling you? Alas, is it called Hanako?" the little girl's mouth was broken, but there was no malice.

"Oh!" Ao Wuxian frowned, why is it that everyone in the world is like a father, and likes to call people "Hanako"? "I'm not called Hanako." My mother is the goddess of this village, and my sister gives me steamed eggs every day—"

"Steamed eggs?" Sure enough, the little girl's expression changed from pity to adoration, and the jagged little teeth in her mouth bit her fingers, yearning for it infinitely. The little freckles on the girl's face and cheeks like to eat the soil in the wall if she can't satisfy her cravings.

"Eating dirt?" The arrogant expression completely turned into contempt. Said: "Steamed eggs, tender and tender, trembling, squatting on the spoon, accidentally slipped in......" Ao Wuxian remembered the eyes of his sister Wuhua, who offered an old hen like a god, and this old hen ate the leftovers of insects left over from training eggshells.

Beginning on the second day, Ao Wuxian swayed the relatively thin figure of a seven- or eight-year-old boy, with the eggshell flying on his shoulder, and the old hen in his right hand in his arms.

"Did she make the eggs?"

"Oh. It's from the place where the came out......"

"Ahh That steamed egg must smell like......"

". Looks like you haven't-"

"I've eaten bananas......

"Bananas. My dad has a lot of ...... there Where is it compared to steamed eggs!" Ao Wuxian made a categorical conclusion, turned to ask the eggshell on his shoulder. Eggshell was so excited that she trembled, jumped for a long time, flew down directly from her shoulder, and was stunned and there was no shadow in the grass.

Two small children, one tall and one low, were waiting on the meadow.

After a while, he ran back, holding a huge grasshopper in his hand, and the grasshopper's green body was steaming hot.

I saw that the eggshell clicked for seven miles, divided by two in three times, and the grasshopper was unloaded in eight pieces, and a huge ball of meat in the fat sac was eaten into the stomach of the eggshell in a few bites. With both hands on his back, the remaining hard-shell residue was given to the old hen.

"Got it?" said Proud, holding his head high.

"Why don't grasshoppers have blood?" said the bird, who was indifferent to the ground, and said to him without looking around.

"It seems that you are still not convinced!" is very arrogant, and the reason is obvious, and a little girl who has not long knowledge still admits it. Ao Wuxian clenched his fist as he walked, leaving only a small finger, and the appearance of the senior sister poked the little finger into the chicken butt and touched it, saying, "Today." It's coming!"

Eggs, carefully circle in one direction, add a little cool mountain spring water, steamed in the cage drawer, too late to cool, in the evening, in front of the bird to get carried away after eating, this sense of happiness is the peak of life! The child came and went quickly, and the arrogance thought that this was the case, and he had long since gone to the wilderness.

For three days, the little bird was reluctant, seized the opportunity to steal one from the chicken's buttocks, and was ecstatic to call the mother to start having a stomachache after steaming and eating, and the pain was so painful that the head was sweating and rolling on the ground, and the doctor was asked to diagnose and treat it to no avail, and there was nothing to be done, so he invited the innocent mother to go, and the innocent mother was also a family heirloom magician in the village who was higher than the witch. Call the goddess, haha, congratulations you guessed it, the goddess is not divided into men and women.

The mother tied the red rope to the innocent hand and lifted the little girl's clothes.

Innocent was scared and didn't know what she was going to do, staring at her mother desperately.

I saw that the mother took the tip of the needle and stabbed the innocent little arm, and dripped the blood onto the red dragonfly bottle—the mother's arm was tattooed with the shape of a scorpion, a butterfly, a flower, the sun, and the moon at the top of the pyramid—and after the blood dripped onto the red dragonfly bottle, it melted into the red rope, and rolled the bottle around the little girl's belly, reciting words as she rolled......

The little girl's sweat fell, and her eyes returned. He said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The neighbor sent him out of the door with a thousand thanks, put a bowl of rice in the basket, and apologized with tears in his eyes: "It's right that the poor can't be moved, and the child shouldn't be allowed to be stolen eggs......"

Mom closed the door and closed the window. So he asked Proud Wuxian to sit next to him, then covered the red dragonfly with both hands, and said, "It's just an egg...... A little girl, much smaller than your sister, much smaller than you...... The face is yellow and thin, and you can't bear to ......"

After the mother finished speaking, she opened her hands and showed them to Ao Wuxie, which should have been flesh white, but now it is transparent red. It turned out that there were piles of wriggling, red, bloody bugs in the red dragonfly bottle. Since then, he has been punished and imprisoned in a black room, and has lost the right to enjoy steamed eggs exclusively.

Since the mother was only sunk in the pond, her spirit was sometimes good and bad, her mind was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and she was angry with her son that day, and she suspected that her son was vicious like his father, and he woke up from a dream at night and was lost.

The cliffs on Tuotuo Mountain are high and deep, and it is completely a place of survival with a barren ridge.

There were already people who fell into the abyss on the winter road.

The people in the village were not unusual, and a few people in the prime of life came to help.

The tablet, a two-foot-long tablet, was placed in the Jiangyang Temple behind the cliff for three days, and Ao Wuxian and his sister Wuhua cried for three days and three nights.

Innocent was angry in his heart, and killed three neighbors in the middle of the night.

The moon is high and the wind is dark, the red eyes, and the bloody hands say to the eggshell.

"Eggshell, let's go ......"

At that time, Ao Wuxian was nine years old, and Eggshell's name was told by Eggshell himself......

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"Your mother is lost?!" Hua Congee asked with a shudder. After the snow in the winter afternoon, the weather was unusually cold, and his thin shirt had already been poured into the cold, so that his hands and feet were completely cold to the bone.

"Yes. Nothing was found, and there were many beasts in the mountains anyway...... Anyway, Jiang Yang Divine Cult believes in heavenly burial! Death is death. "Arrogant and innocent mixed up and shook.

"You killed that little girl's family of three?!" Hua Congee held his hands, which were not warm at all, and even glowed purple in the cold afternoon sun, like a wolf cub with green eyes glowing.

"You're just ......" Hua Congee shook his hand and wanted to leave. This person has a vicious heart, and he should not be in the company of him at all.

"It's okay, it's really okay!" Wang Pingyang pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "Girl, you think too much, the lord is a good person." The porridge field outside the city gate is opened by our prince's mansion...!"

"Get out of the way!" Ao Wuxie's voice suddenly became louder and colder, "You really don't treat me as a brother anymore?"

"I...!" Hua Congee opened his mouth to speak, his face changed, and then he suddenly sat on the ground, grabbing his hair hard, his eyes were cold, and his voice was choked, "My mother is gone!

"I know!" Hua Congee squatted down and sighed, "but she's just a child." ”

"Help me?" "Do Wuxian Yang raised his head, smiled miserably, and said, "No one in this world can help me, I accept my fate, I really accept my fate!"

His face became more and more gloomy, his eyes were red, and his whole body was drenched with an incomparably cold and monstrous killing intent.

He struggled to hold the woman in front of him, as if the flower porridge was the soul of his mother.

With a face of flower porridge on his cheeks, his heart ached: "Mother, you are back." The evil child knew that he was wrong. ”

Ao Wuxian kept crying, and whispered stupidly, "Mother, do you know? I became the Gu King, and most of my father's country depends on the support of children. The child must have his father abolish those concubines and leave only one mother. Dad, a complete bastard, with a bad temper and little ability, and he only knows how to drink and play with women all day long, although there are a lot of friends who drink and meat!"

"Mother, don't go crazy, okay. It's good for us to be together as a family. Proud and innocent knelt on the ground, his eyes obsessed.

The eggshell also rolled out of nowhere to make a fuss for the master. I saw a swirl in the breeze, and the snowflakes swayed into a circle in the wind, and after a few turns, everything was different, and two women appeared in the center.

It was like a breeze blowing them up, one in his thirties and the other fifteen or sixteen, one gentle and kind, the other beautiful and strong, like two spotless white lotus flowers blooming in the snow.

"My mother is sick, and my eldest sister is like a mother. No matter how tight the days were, she insisted on three meals a day for us to eat. rain or shine, and according to her requirements, she practiced three nines in winter and three dogs. She praised me, hugged me, and kissed me. Give me steamed eggs to eat!"

"I feel like the whole world is still, the world is full of bright sunshine, hahahaha!" Ao Wuxian forcibly pulled the flower porridge and sat down at the long shabby table, holding her down, and feeding her the steamed eggs in his bowl......

"Blow, blow. Good ......"

Hua Congee found that in the phantom of the eggshell, the arrogant melon seed face, a pair of slender eyes, and swarthy pupils......

Even the left envoy Wang Ping could see that the sister's eyes were very similar to the lord's receipt of this flower porridge lady......

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After being hungry for a few days, the eggshell was wilted and shrunk in the corner of the bottle. I haven't eaten a full meal, so the blood on my index finger is not angry, and I can't get a drop out of it for a long time, and I even retract it, and the sauce is purple and purple.

Seeing that the eggshells were covered in vegetables, I fed him worms and he didn't eat them, because the insects' genes are low after all, and they can't maintain the operation of a high thinking mode. I really regret running away from home, my father has long abandoned my mother and us, after all, my sister still loves me, and my mother pinned the opportunity of turning around her life on me, hoping that my mother knew that the evil child would be able to snatch my father back from that aunt......

Came to the capital of Tianyu.

There is always very little sunlight. I walked back and forth a dozen times with a red dragonfly bottle on a ghost street, and the vendors on both sides of a T-junction were very strange.

The girls and young men stood up one by one, saying that it was a street market, there were only shops, and there were guys, but it was strange that they had not seen anything for sale. Several street shops were lined up, and after looking at it dozens of times, I found one: "Innocent Hybrid Shop".

On his deathbed, my great-grandfather said that if one day I grew up, I could go to the capital and look for the street, and there was only one grocery store on the street. My great-grandfather changed the name of the shop to Innocent early on.

At that time, very few people in the Demon Continent knew that I was arrogant.

After guarding for several days, he finally did not dare to take action......

"Kid...... Hey—" There was a shopkeeper who looked like a shopkeeper, a little older than me, and pulled me aside with a wink.

"What's wrong?......" I looked at him lazily, a little out of breath.

"Are there any mongrels there?" Seeing that I looked confused, he asked again, "Witch...... Gee...... If you are not a witch, then you are a goddess?" Seeing that I was noncommittal, she shook her head again: "Are you ...... Magician?"

"Not ......"

"What...... Isn't it?" he saw that I didn't completely deny it, but seemed to be relieved, cursed and said, "Oh. So it's a wild road, so take you, the thing, out and we'll see ......."

With a wave of his hand, a few people around him who were loitering around him.

I showed me their things, they were all bottled in the right red dragonfly bottles, and I saw them in the cloudy and hazy weather, flying Gu, butterfly Gu, Ma Li'er Gu (dragonfly Gu), battle Gu, and the little fish actually had no water to swim happily in the air. The red dragonfly bottle in his arms jumped several times. The group of three or four people looked at me with disdain, as if I was a hillbilly, ragged and lost a shoe, which must have been a good thing. Almost half of the street next to it was idle anyway, and a few came around in twos and threes.

The hand was torn apart by a few hard pulls. There was a light from the bottle, and I couldn't dodge it, and when I stepped back, several doors behind me creaked open, and a giant hand carried me in the crowd like a bag.

The afternoon sun shines down through an old locust tree.

A neat courtyard, much bigger than you might think from the outside. According to common sense, a store is the most valuable part of a pawn shop or mongrel. But no, the dilapidated courtyard seemed more and more refined the further you went, and I did not dare to look left and right, looking for clues to prove the part of my great-grandfather in its name.

Didn't anyone come in with me just now? Whose hand pushed me in, why did you push me in? I stood under the cracked black tree, bewildered...... A black cat walked lonely through the hall and "squeaked" into the door of the hall......

I tried to look at it from a distance, and there seemed to be no one in the hall...... If I retreat, my trip will be in vain, and I will continue to wander and starve with Danke, and I am afraid that I will not be able to survive for a few days. I stretched out my legs, men and women, and stepped into my right leg first, the cat glowed black under the offering bed in the hall, the bottle in my arms rattled, and the light at the door behind me shone on a slippery space, and the ghost walked to the offering table, picked up a red candle that was being lit, the smell of blood came to my nose, the position illuminated by the candle, on the wall, the gray floor tiles in the corner of the wall were black and black, I squatted down and reached out and glued back to see......

"Ah...... My Jiang Yang is blood...... It's human blood......"