The spirit in the shell vaguely felt that there was a familiar aura under the four unfamiliar faces, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Is it General Sheng Ping?" the gray-robed Taoist saw the identity of the person under the tree at a glance, and said first.

The woman in the colorful clothes leaned in and sniffed, and said, "The general's blood has dried up. This kid ......"

"It's still late. The young monk muttered.

Fang Fang's loud cry turned out to be shouted by him, although it was a baby's body, it had such an appeal. The gray-robed Taoist took the child from the general's hand and smiled slightly, "I will be my apprentice in the future." ”

The young monk tugged at the corner of the Taoist's clothes and said, "I haven't even agreed to be your apprentice?" ”

The Taoist glanced at the monk.

The monk also glanced at the man.

"Be your apprentice? Hmph, how can this god be your apprentice!"

No one will hear the cry of the spirits under the flesh.

No matter how much that soul thinks about and understands the world, after all, he is just a baby now, and the only way to express it is to cry, and occasionally making some movements will only be seen as tickling by the adults in front of him.

The gray-robed Taoist and the monk were arguing over who would be the baby's master, but one hand grabbed the gray robe and the robe at the same time.

The gray-robed Taoist glanced at it vigilantly, only to realize that it was General Sheng Ping.

The young monk hurriedly asked, "General, how are you?"

"My blood is running dry, leave me alone. General Sheng Ping held on to the last of his strength and said, "It's rare for outsiders to live in Dian City for a long time, I know that the four of you are not ordinary people, right?"

They looked at each other and didn't know how to answer.

"This child was born with a divine stone, and he was born in a high-profile manner that day, so he caused this murderous disaster. His arrogance is too heavy, I hope you can train him well. ”

The gray-robed Taoist took the child from General Sheng Ping's hand, and stretched out his hand to touch the divine stone, but who knew that it was a little hot.

"Please take good care of him for me. ”

"General Sheng Ping!" the young monk shouted, a hint of melancholy on his face.

"General!" the woman in the colorful clothes shouted solemnly.

The athletic man closed his eyes forever.

Those eyes are as deep as the sea, as if they are the characteristics left by the ancestors hundreds of years ago, because there are too many responsibilities and secrets hidden, but at the moment of closing, the spirit in the baby sees more fearlessness.

The people of Diancheng have said that the blood of Guihai has never been afraid of life and death, and has guarded Diancheng from generation to generation with its innate wisdom and strength, bringing hope to the people of the wasteland one after another, so it is worthy of heaven and earth, and even at the moment of death, they still believe that it is just a happy return.

The spirit looked at those eyes as deep as the sea, and his complicated feelings were indescribable.

This man who should be his father in this life, this man whom the world calls a general, died like this?

In that battle, he wanted to quietly wait for things to develop, but at the last moment, he couldn't help but summon the stone on his chest to use the power of the divine stone to defend against foreign enemies.

Ben Tianshen shouted in his throat, but I didn't expect your final result to be death?

The galaxy above the sky has walked such a long way, and finally came to a simple, low-key and ordinary family, and it didn't take long for this god to face this kind of mundane thing, the way of heaven is hateful!

It's just that compared to the pain of the battle in the previous life, what is this life and death in the world?

A tear was left in the baby's eye.

That is the sadness left by the soul in the spiritual world.

However, thinking of the sentence that the man who returned to the sea does not cry, no matter how many tears he had, he couldn't shed any more tears.

The baby closed his eyes and didn't want to bother with so many complicated things.

The woman in the colorful dress looked at the baby's eyes and was silent for a long time, until the child closed his eyes, and then said, "The eyes are still so clear." ”

"Why are his hands so cold?" the young monk casually touched the child's hand, a little surprised. "Eternal cold?"

"The general must have known about this situation a long time ago, and this kid is estimated to be the most difficult genius in the Guihai bloodline. The gray-robed Taoist priest sighed.

The man in the yellow shirt, who had not spoken, glanced at him and said calmly, "The law of the Great Dao is about balance, and being too lucky may not be a good thing, General Sheng Ping is right to do this." ”

The gray-robed Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly, did not answer, and watched the light of the divine stone around the child's neck fade, before he whispered, "After looking for so long, I finally found you." ”

Time will always pass, the joys and sorrows of the world are never a rare thing, and no one will always go to the end of life smoothly.

There will always be some people who will leave, and there will always be some memories that will leave the spiritual world.

The brutal massacre left a peaceful and beautiful city littered with corpses overnight.

There is no more Dian City in the world to return to the Sea Clan.

The secret of the destruction of the city of Dian is hidden in the tunnel of time and space, no one mentions it, and gradually no one remembers it.

......

......

On a spring day, a five-year-old boy was drawing some runes on the ground, and his clear eyes were full of sadness that should not be there at this age.

No one had ever understood the runes, and the people in the village called him a little monster, firstly because he had been drawing something all day long, secondly because his voice was hoarse, and thirdly because of an event that shocked the whole village two years ago.

"Little monster, what are you drawing?"

The sound of bulky footsteps approached.

A fat man appeared in front of him, threw a stone at him, and habitually added, "Nobody wants a child!"

The five-year-old boy was accustomed to the fat man's sarcasm, and knew that there was an equally hulky figure waiting not far away, ready to say, "Dumb, damned monster!"

They are the village's well-known fat brothers, Big Fat and Second Fat - it's fun to taunt young children, especially those who can't resist yet.

Over time, from countless attempts, they selected the child in front of them, who was over five years old and could not speak, and would not sue at all after being bullied, as the target of daily attack.

The five-year-old boy patted the dirt and dust that had accidentally stuck to his body, glanced at the fat man, and then at the grass in the distance, but did not speak, turned around and left.

Seeing that he didn't move forward, Da Fat hurriedly ran forward and said, "Lu Beichen, has your throat been cured, if you can't speak for the rest of your life, what should I do, haha......"

The five-year-old boy glared at him, but still didn't say a word.

If you are not a person of the world, why say more?

What Big Fat likes to see the most is his angry appearance, and he leaned back and said with a smile, "You, if it weren't for your master's presence, what would it be, and you would dare to stare at people! The whole village, if our two brothers dare to talk to you, you should thank us!"

Er Fat, who had been waiting in the distance for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and couldn't help poking out his little head and shouting loudly, "Brother, why hasn't the little monster come yet?"

The big fat glanced at his younger brother, and then turned back again.

The second fat man is an anxious person, seeing the fat man's attitude, he hurriedly ran out of the flowers, and his right hand was holding a water bag that had just been filled with sludge.

Syllable!

A loud sound streaked through the air, and the water splashed everywhere.

The clean clothes instantly became extremely sloppy, and the child's chest was even more smudged.

"Hahaha......" Big Fat laughed instantly, and in the time gap between leaning forward and backward, he didn't forget to give the second fat a thumbs up.

There were countless resentments hidden in his deep and cold eyes, and the little boy clenched his fists tightly, and his lips bit out bloodshots.

(At first, the first three chapters were not actually like this, but I thought it was good to write this kind of contrast moe invisibly.) The protagonist is actually very much like myself, and also like my idol, everyone can rest assured to watch it, although the pace will be slower, after all, the first time I write it, the tension of the writing still needs to be improved, but there will always be something that surprises you. ）