Who I am, I'm there. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info was originally just a trace of spirituality, and I don't know how long it took for it to have a little thought of its own from its slumber. It has no name, it doesn't know why it came and why it goes, just like a newborn baby, always hungry, always feeling extremely lonely.

As for its hometown, all it remembers is the twinkling of countless stars, and it may be one of them, but that was a long time ago.

It fell from the sky a long time ago. Thus falling into darkness, it fell into a deep sleep again and again. After an unknown time, it was awakened from its sleep by a group of strange creatures. The original crude and ugly self was thrown into the huge lava.

I don't know if it was made by the craftsman or his own will, but it was cast into the shape of an axe. The Blood Axe became its name, and it wasn't long before it had its first owner. A pair of large, thick hands clenched the handle of the axe. From that day on, all it remembered was the mellow blood that was sprinkled and the corpses that fell weakly.

I don't know how long it took, but it became more and more spiritual, and began to perceive the world clearly. The flying snowflakes, the earth-shattering war song, the sound of swords intersecting in the cold wind. It's a beautiful place, and that's where you come from.

"Agu, in the future, this axe will be yours, I hope you don't insult the name of the blood axe. "I will avenge my Ada, and all enemies will not be able to escape. "It was a pair of hands that were still a little thin, but they could be held unusually firmly.

Originally, I thought that it was a new reincarnation. The old master is gone, and the new one is coming. Blood and killing are the meaning of its existence, fight, kill, boy. Axe felt the anger of the teenager, his father was dead, and he felt the same loneliness and hatred in his heart as he did himself. Brutal tribal wars, year after year, never stop.

Axe, as always, tries to control his young mind, but finds himself in a huge obstacle. It felt a little surprised, but also a little excited. A person who is not controlled by it is the real strong.

The white feathered flag was raised again, and the defeated tribe fell to its knees, waiting for fate to come. Another feast, the axe chirped excitedly. Its owner, who was now an adult, ordered the captives to be released.

The axe was raised and fell gently, without the blood as desired, not even screaming. This kind of thing has never happened, and the axe is very dissatisfied, which is an unreasonable, a betrayal.

It heard its master's voice, and it was no longer as green as it had been: "Let's go, I don't want to kill anymore." The crowd cheered, and the four major groups ended the battle. The axe felt the weariness of the battle in the master's heart, and what use would I have if there was no war. Let it feel more terrified than ever.

It felt a pair of hateful eyes behind it, and it seemed that someone was already attacking its master's idea. When the moonlit night came, the rebellion was as he wished.

The axe waits and sees what happens, and if the old master does not die, the new master will not come. It stirs the mind of a powerful warrior into joining in. It's just another reincarnation, and things must be pulled out to the point where they have a cause, and when the axe is raised, it is the head that falls to the ground.

The rebellion succeeded, and it found a new master, younger, stronger, and more easily under his control.

The axe found himself, and he still missed the old master. I don't know, it's because he's more sane than everyone else and uncontrollable. Or is it because it misses the young figure that will snuggle up to it and whisper softly.

It didn't take long for the old owner to return. This time, the axe face is an opponent that has never been imagined before. For the sake of his own children, in the face of the powerful gods, the master was not afraid, and the unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

The axe felt the grief and indignation in the heart of the owner, the death of one person would cause such a big blow to the other, this is the family. Axe lives a life that I never thought of before. Away from home, a place where snow falls. Soon, it was repaired by a powerful being, and it faced enemies far greater than itself. The most proud thing about the axe is that it has devoured a spirit armor, which has made its ability grow rapidly.

The original spirituality of the axe, there is no way to think about this, maybe it will take tens of thousands of years, maybe even longer, before it can grow to this point. But in the midst of the most terrible crisis of its life, it grew.

That terrible beam of light struck, and the axe subconsciously protected its master. The terrible beam of light tore apart, and its body, which it had thought was indestructible, was about to axe itself to lose that ounce of spirituality.

The fragments of the Bronze Orb of Creation fused with it, and nothing had ever happened at this time. The axe was badly wounded, but its spirituality was greatly improved, and the bronze ball not only contained the power of creation, but also the knowledge of many former ball holders. Pangu absorbed only some of it, while the axe got most of it.

The axe is now more spiritual than anyone imagined, it can start thinking like a living being, and its own will is even stronger. It poked its head out of the package and looked at a room full of women, but did not see its owner.

The axe pretended to be spiritually devoid, and the owner of the house, a man who looked like a woman, was so well maintained. Unsurprisingly, he was a little disappointed and said: "Hey, strange, it wasn't like this that day, it was obviously the power of a spiritual treasure." "Ancestor, it's just such a thing like a burning stick, it's also a spiritual treasure. "It's, it's all broken like this, I don't think it's useful. Several women babbled.

The axe was placed in the ancestor's treasure room, and the door of the treasure room was dropped. The axe moved in all directions like a revived snake. Good guy, this sissy, there are a lot of good things.

On this night, countless priceless ores and many newly formed treasures were destroyed. When the ancestor came in to take inventory, half of the things had been eaten, and there was only one place left, the scrap that the axe was not interested in.

The Ancestor of Bliss was furious, and in the Second Realm Mountain, someone actually stole to his Bliss Palace. He was about to issue an edict when he heard a loud voice resounding in the Second Realm Mountain.

"Patrol angels, underworld, come to meet the seniors, there are important matters to discuss. I hope to see you again. With this sentence, although the voice was very polite, the sky of the Second Realm Mountain seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist.

The Ancestor of Bliss looked at the spiritual treasure in his hand, which was like a burning stick, and said with a wry smile: "It's not that I should come, Ancestor, I also took a slap in the eye, for such a piece of, I offended a patrol angel." I don't know if Master will be able to get out of the customs now. ”

The door to the treasury was closed again. Once again, darkness enveloped the axe. It called softly, master, master, where you are.

Pangu, who was far away in the small world, woke up from his sleep, he raised his head, but there was no change in the four rounds, he heard a call separately, very familiar, like a friend, like a family member.