"If you say let you leave, will you let you leave, who are you to be?" the thug pointed unhappily with a knife. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't do it," said the leader with a calm face, "this is the lawless hairy boy you are talking about? ”

"No, boss, this kid used to be quite rampant, and today I don't know if he was sick or hit his head, it's weird. The thug scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"A group of people who eat dry food, it's useless, just such a coward?" the leader seemed to be really too lazy to stay, turned around and prepared to leave, shouting while turning his back to Dracula and pointing, "A group of people can't beat the crying and crying and ran back to me to complain, go back and bring my words to them, saying don't stay with me, you can get out." ”

"Understood, understood. The thugs beside him echoed like a loyal dog.

Dracula raised his head slightly, and saw that the man really turned to leave, although the rest of the thugs kept throwing angry white eyes and cracked teeth at him, but the leader was leaving, no matter how much fire they held in their hearts, no matter how itchy the hands holding the weapons were, they couldn't do anything, so they had to leave.

Really, gone...... Dracula thought to himself.

"Wait," the leader suddenly stopped, "stinky boy, did you just lie there and look at something?"

Dracula chuckled in his heart, and he subconsciously glanced at the cardboard that he had put aside, which he had placed there to keep out the rain, to keep the thing out of the rain.

"What's wrong with the boss?"

"It's nothing, maybe it's too boring, it's annoying," the leader turned his head slightly, "yes, it's under that board, you go and see what he's hiding down there." ”

"Okay boss. The hippie-faced smiling gangster walked over.

"Don't move!" Dracula looked up suddenly, rushed over to grab something, but the gangster held a knife in his hand, caught a glimpse of Dracula rushing over, flicked his arm, and the blade of the white light was horizontal in front of him, Dracula subconsciously stopped, but the moment he stopped, he regretted it, the gangster lifted the cardboard, because of the excessive force, the book pressed under was driven and fell to the ground.

Because of the light rain, the ground was wet, and puddles were piled up, and the moment the notebook fell and got wet, Dracula suddenly felt something rush up and clog his chest, making him feel stuffy and impatient, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

"What is this?" the thug picked up the notebook, looked at the stained pages with things he couldn't read, and handed it to the leader with a grumbling, "The boss is just a pile of broken paper." ”

"Your face is a pile of rags, give me back!" Dracula shouted, and rushed towards the thugs.

"Who are you scolding?" the thug was also angry, and stretched out towards Degu with his knife, "I warn you not to move!"

But Dracula directly ignored the gangster and the sharp weapon in his hand, he only had the book in his eyes at the moment, Fina gave him the book, the gangster was a little panicked, he himself was just a fierce and inward-looking guy, what he was afraid of was the kind of death, watching Dracula rush over without fear, he couldn't help but swing the knife hard in front of the other party's eyes to increase the deterrence, but Dracula actually grabbed the gangster's hand directly with his bare hands, and part of the blade cut into his palm, he gritted his teeth and reached out to jump, and was about to snatch the book from the leader's hand.

"You bastard!" The thug was a little panicked, he had never seen someone who was not afraid of death, he had never seen someone who was not afraid of death, he still shook his arm vigorously, and the part of the blade that did not enter Dracula's palm was cut in the flesh, and his hand hurt. Dracula watched as his hand was about to touch the notebook, but he couldn't catch it, and staggered.

The leader moved his body, and then kicked Dracula in the stomach, Dracula's body was kicked three or four meters away from the ground behind him, the kick was unexpectedly powerful and ferocious, as if someone had been stoned on the stomach, and he covered his stomach and fell on the water stains all over the ground.

"I said what is it, it turned out to be a broken book," the leader grabbed the book in his hand and shook it with disdain, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Are you writing it all on it, are you practicing writing?"

The leader burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of sarcasm, as if watching the antics of an ostrich flying through the sky like an eagle, or daydreaming.

"Look, isn't it funny that a wild boy who no one wants wants to learn to read and write like those ordinary children," the leader held up the crumpled notebook that he had caught, and waved it in front of everyone, "What are you thinking, boy, you are a notorious tumor on the street, do you want to change yourself if you are literate? Could it be that you hope that someone will change their opinion of you? Don't make me laugh, you are destined to be like a clown and can only run around in the beating and scolding of everyone, this is your life." ”

"You're in charge!" Dracula got up from the ground and glared at the sneering gangster leader, "Give me back my stuff." ”

"Your stuff? you can't guarantee three meals a day, and you still have the money to buy this kind of thing?" said the leader playfully, "Oh no, this book seems to be made by hand, and the edges of each piece of paper are not neat, and you made it yourself? ”

"You shut up for me, I said don't say it's a broken book. Dracula felt the stuff in his chest burn, and his body felt like it was on fire.

"If you want it, then take it from me," the leader gestured to Draculabi, "Come on, come on, I'll give it to you if you can snatch it." ”

Dracula clenched his fists, and the thugs around him all looked at him with knives and sticks in their hands, as if they were looking at the little beast trapped in the cage without what to do but still unwilling to roar, Dracula stared at the crumpled notebook that was clutched in the leader's hand, and felt that the stuff in his chest seemed to be blocked as if he couldn't help but rush out, he ran up and once again stretched out his hand towards the thing in the leader's hand.

The thugs couldn't help it, they were ready to swarm up, they followed the eldest brother, and at first they wanted to fight, so they prepared the weapons in their hands early and waited for the eldest brother to give the order to attack.

"Don't move," the leader laughed, and stretched out his arms to stop them, "I barely came here in vain, but I finally found a game to play for a while." ”

In front of him, Dracula didn't know why the other party didn't come up collectively, he couldn't figure it out and he didn't bother to think about it, the two were only one meter apart, he jumped up earlier than before, and in the first confrontation, he knew in his heart that this boss was different from ordinary gangsters, he wasn't sure if he could grab it just like that, so at least pounce on the man and entangle him.

But he was intercepted in the air, and no one made a move as far as he could see, everyone looked at Dracula as if they were monkeys in a zoo, as if they had expected it, and the thugs smiled gloatingly with their weapons. Dracula felt himself hit an invisible wall, and the next second an invisible force bounced him away, this time flying farther away, his back hitting the high wall behind the alley.

"You deserve it, do you think our boss is standing like that and letting you come and grab it!" the most flattering thug shouted first. So everyone laughed again.

In this dark corner where no one cared, all the evildoers were laughing, only Dracula couldn't laugh, he felt a sulk in his chest, as if he was going to explode his chest.

He got up from the ground again, his head was dizzy and painful, he felt like he was going to stuff the bronze bell in his head and swaying and chirping, shaking his head swollen and painful, he didn't know what had happened just now, he felt faint in front of his eyes, and vaguely saw a faint green light spreading out in front of the leader, just now, he felt like he had rushed into the center of the wind.

Why, why did you snatch it from my hands......

"This thing,It's very important to you.,Don't hesitate to hurt yourself and grab it back.,It's just a shabby book that ordinary people don't necessarily want," the leader shook the book in front of his eyes, "Looking at you, a wild boy who doesn't have family and friends, or even a name to prove his identity, the feeling that he can't be snatched back when he sees something as a treasure is snatched away, it's really interesting, you don't have anyone to ask for it, so no one will help you snatch the things you cherish." ”

"Thank you, wild boy, as a funny clown, it's still okay, even if I didn't come here in vain. The leader clutched his head and laughed.

"You, why are you ...... me like that," Dracula said.

"Huh?" the leader deliberately put on a puzzled expression, "What are you talking about, we want to bully a wild dog, is there anything wrong?"

"So wild dog, show me, and ......" The leader looked at Dracula, his smile more evil than ever before, he pinched the corner of his notebook and stretched it out in front of him, directly facing a puddle of deep water, "Ah, I was careless, my hand slipped." He let go of his fingers.

The book was completely submerged in the water like that, and the leader laughed loudly, and suddenly stepped on it again.

Dracula covered his buzzing and aching head, looking at everything the man said and did, the moment the book was trampled under the man's feet, he suddenly felt that the world was as silent as death, and he couldn't hear any sound from the outside world, he couldn't get anything into his eyes, and he felt that something was broken.

Dracula hung his head and stared coldly at the figures in front of him, suddenly feeling so far away, as if he was standing at opposite ends of the world, he was thrown to the deepest part of the world, and those thugs stepped on top of his head and looked at him with a sneer. For so many years, he has been using the wrong way to attract the attention of others, and he has lied to himself, obviously being disgusted and scolded by others, but he treats it as the gaze of everyone on himself, and then he is even more lonely, yes, he has always been alone, and no one has ever cared about himself.

Well, I admit it, I admit that I've been acting like a fool and doing all the disgusting stupid things, the wrong things, so I'm hated by everyone, but even so, I really can't, do I have the qualifications to be watched, even a little, even a little like a grain of rice. So until that night, she asked me to help her with the cart, and I did it for some reason, and since then I have gradually seen my past, I have had enough, the past life, so I can't be allowed to enjoy the time with her, I don't know if she cares about me, maybe it's just because I helped her in the first place, or maybe she saw me pitiful and helped me, and I didn't have much emotion, but even so, I don't beg so much, as long as I can continue to take the book she gave me to find her to read.

That notebook,It's the first gift I've received from someone else in my life.。

Why do you want to take it from me, and why trample it!

"Give it back to me!" Dracula gritted his teeth, he raised his head and glared at the group of people in front of him, at the man who made him feel sick to vomit at the moment, he clenched his fists.

"What are you talking about?" said the leader, putting his hand to his ear, "aren't all wild dogs very good at barking, and your voice is as small as that of a girl." ”

"I said," Dracula slammed into the crowd with all his might, "give me back !!" he roared loudly!

Dracula suddenly felt that the wind began to blow on both cheeks, and here it was again, and it was the strange trick just now, and this sudden air flow was its precursor, Dracula didn't know anything like magic at that time, and didn't know that this was just the most basic control of the wind elemental airflow, and it was also the most basic lower-level move in the wind genealogy magic that the world perfected later, and the leader of the boss may have a talent, and he awakened this ability by mistake, relying on this power that ordinary people can't use without training, and dominate and be powerful in the gangsters.

But Fina was also amazed by Dracula's learning ability, as well as his physical fitness and reflexes.

Just like before, Dracula once again hit the invisible wall, the body is the air flow condensed by magic, but when he felt the air flow appear, he subconsciously calculated the timing, there is no lack of luck, the moment he was bounced away, he waved his hand with all his strength, and smashed the stone that he had secretly picked up in the palm of his hand.

Yes, in this world where no one helps you, you have to pick up the stone and rebel!

The leader obviously didn't expect that the boy he regarded as a coward still had the strength to fight against the water, and he didn't actually know his own ability, blocking the boy who rushed over was already the limit, and the stone thrown by the boy smashed on the leader's forehead without hindrance.

"Boss, boss!" someone exclaimed.

The leader frowned, the warm touch left an itch on his face, he reached out and wiped it, and saw the red liquid stained his palm, it was his own blood, he suddenly distorted his expression, he was angry, not only because he had been smashed on his forehead, but also because he felt that he had been bleeding from the wild dogs he had been instigating.

"This kid ......" The thug holding the knife froze for a moment.

"Give it all to me, beat him to death!" the leader looked hideous, waved his hand, signaling that it was time for the thugs to give me all the horses and beat up that kid.

The thugs were instructed to raise the murder weapon they had already held in their hands, and rushed out with a shout, swarming at the boys who were catapulted to the ground.

Dracula watched the hordes of thugs dance with knives and guns to kill, and thought of many times in the past, he had dealt with such a menacing army single-handedly, so he was not afraid, but this time, this group of thugs was not seen by him at all, and what he really wanted to punch was the villain who defiled his important things.

Dracula squatted on the ground, quickly picked up the larger stones on the ground, and threw them at the front two thugs holding wooden sticks high, this alley stored building materials, gravel or something is naturally indispensable, the two stones hit the gangster's head accurately, Dracula jumped up, and easily snatched the weapons from the hands of the two thugs. With sticks in both hands, he leaped into the crowd.

First, he swung down from the left and right sides with his double sticks, hitting the heads of the two thugs and bumping them together, the two fainted instantly, he stepped on the faces of the two as the landing point, and then he rushed forward and jumped, twisted his body in mid-air and raised his left leg, and kicked one of them in the chin, the root of the opponent's teeth was kicked off, and the lost teeth flew out of the mouth with blood, and he took the lead in concentrating on attacking the enemy in a corner, creating space for himself to stand. Then he landed, stretched out his arms, and swung his club in a gust of wind.

He finally understood at this moment that the thing that was blocked in his chest, although he had been approached by the gangsters countless times in the past, he was not afraid to run away from it, but it was all to deal with the coming crisis, but there had never been a time like today, which made him extremely disgusted with the group of people in front of him, not only wanted to repel them, but if he didn't beat them hard, he couldn't let go at all. The thing that clogged his chest was his anger.

I don't know how many times my body has been beaten everywhere, or hit by a stick on the shoulder, or hammered in the back by a fist, or kicked in both legs, countless heavy blows, constantly superimposed scars and exhaustion on his body, but Dracula did not fall down once, he had a single goal engraved in his heart, he wanted to kill this siege, smashed the stick in his hand into the face of the man standing outside and watched, so that the disgusting face could no longer laugh, so he would not fall, the gangsters who rushed up were smashed by him with sticks, he waved his arms with all his might, and the stick in his hand repeatedly shattered and broke in the process of waving, he smashed the broken weapon on the thug's head, and then grabbed a new weapon to use.

Fina, it seems that the word you taught me still hasn't come in handy, you say I'm stupid, I'll admit it now, yes I'm stupid, I'm stupid enough to say sorry to this group of people, you say sorry to those who have been hurt by yourself and have misunderstandings because of yourself, but this group of people, when have I "hurt" them? They keep finding fault with me and use me as a target to vent, and not only that, they take away my important things and trample on it, how could I be stupid enough to say the words you taught me to this group of people who have soiled what you gave me.

I almost forgot, they don't deserve it, they're just a bunch of scoundrels.

The piercing pain slammed into Dracula's nerves, the burning pain exploded in his right abdomen, the burning pain, the same feeling as the previous feeling in his hand, he glanced to the right, it was the thug who had been yelling with the leader, who was stabbing himself with a knife.

"It's you, who took my stuff. Dracula coldly spat out the words.

The thug suddenly felt a chill, looked up at Dracula's angry gaze, and was surprised by the man's sturdy body, this is really a child younger than his own age?

The thug shuddered for a moment, then received a merciless blow to his face, followed by another blow on the top of his head, sending the thug to the ground, his face on the ground, and submerging in the puddle.

The leader looked at the chaos in front of him, obviously just a little ghost, so many people should have been solved a long time ago, but from the beginning to the present, he just heard the wailing of his own people, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, could it be that his brothers were really just defeated by such a kid? What is that kid, is he really a human being?

The leader's eyes widened the next moment, and the last thug was kicked to the ground, the stick in Dracula's hand snapped in two, and he was stained with blood in a large area, and he couldn't tell where the gangsters were and where was his own, it was still raining at the moment, and it was getting heavier and heavier, the water on the ground stained the blood of the gangsters, and the floor of the alley was dyed red.

Dracula bent down to pick up the knife he had used to use the knife, and walked towards the man, he held the knife, and the cold light on the face of the knife was directed at the man, and the leader felt that it was a bloody devil who was walking towards him.

It wasn't until many years later, when Dracula went crazy again for the most important existence in his heart, that he had changed into a silver-haired red-eyed appearance, and he was also bathed in blood at that time, but his blood qi also turned into his most powerful weapon, and he held a long knife of condensed blood in his hand, and since then, he has been the "Crimson Shadow" praised by future generations.

The crimson figure, his skin naked, with blood-light wings behind him, blood dripping from his left hand and a frozen sword, and his right hand holding the woman he loved so much, with every step he took, the flames of anger rose a little. He stepped out of the curtain of blood and fire, and the figure was reflected in a vivid crimson.

"I, I'm not a wild boy with nothing...... Dracula said suddenly.

Fina, I'm really not just a wild boy anymore, I also have a place to go, your home is allowed for me to enter.

"What did you say?" asked the leader, stunned.

"I have a name," Dracula laughed suddenly, "my name is Dracula." ”