The cold wind of hunting is like a steel knife scraping bones, whistling endlessly, and the freezing meaning seems to be about to pierce into people's bones. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the neat streets, all the people who came and went were in a hurry, as if they didn't want to stay outside for a second longer in the freezing weather.

A ragged, dirty, pungent wanderer, with a broken bowl in his hand, stumbling along the street.

His body was thin and small, and his skin was tightly pressed against the bones, making him look skinny. The already numb hands were covered with large and small chilblains, which was shocking.

seemed to be ashamed to speak, although he was dizzy from hunger, this homeless child stubbornly did not say a word, his dirty hands tightly held the broken bowl, and walked silently towards passers-by one by one, in exchange for disgusted eyes.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Hurry up and die to the side! Don't force Lao Tzu to do it!"

He was chased around like a dog.

Syllable!

The strong man at the door of a restaurant slapped him, his skinny body rolled out like a rag doll a foot or two away, his back hit the stone lion at the door, and blood gushed out.

Sharp pain welled up, and his body trembled violently.

His bones were broken.

How long have these days lasted?

It's okay to die like this.

The world in his eyes turned blood-red, and in his sight, the strong man who slapped his palm shook his hand in disgust.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Then there was a cacophony of voices, as if a big man had suddenly arrived, and even the strong man who was walking towards him turned pale and stood trembling in place, not daring to move.

Is it going to die? A beggar dying here must have swept away the joy of that big man.

His eyes didn't move.

If only I could have a full meal before I die.

Before losing consciousness, he used all his strength to deflect his head slightly.

A pair of luxurious military boots caught his eye.

His vision was blurred with blood on his face, and he blinked slightly and slowly raised his head.

A man with a heroic appearance and unspeakable nobility looked at him indifferently.

He was used to this kind of look.

Pawns, street vendors, and even wanderers who are also beggars look at him like this.

He didn't care for a long time.

"My lord, if you have a choice, can you burn me to death with fire?"

With a sharp pain all over his body, about to drown all his consciousness, he opened his mouth and smiled slightly, and spit out a sentence:

"It's so cold today. ”

The big man's eyes were obviously stunned.

His consciousness also suddenly plunged into darkness.

......

He didn't die.

Not only did he not die, but his injuries were healed, and he was in a strange place, with many young men his age.

It doesn't look like an army, but it seems to be stricter than the army, and every day you have to undergo all kinds of harsh and inhuman training, drink all kinds of strange tasting decoctions, get up earlier than chickens, and sleep later than dogs.

But all this does not matter to him.

Because you can eat enough here.

As long as you can eat enough, what can those trainings, or even internal battles, count?

Even if the harsh training of inhuman beings is simply squeezing everyone's potential, there are even a few teenagers who can't bear it and vomit blood to death.

No one dared to provoke him. Because there was once a young man who snatched his dinner with his strength, and he bit his throat alive.

He had no friends.

Always alone.

But he is not alone, in this place called the martial arts agency, he wants to meet someone.

He didn't know the name of the big man who sent him here, and he only remembered his vague appearance, but the daily inhuman physical training had taken up all his time, and he had no chance to get out of this training ground.

So, he never saw that face.

One day that changed.

As he grew older, three years after he entered this strange place, all the young people were gathered together and taken together to an even stranger place called the Kenmei Genbu.

He will always remember the name.

Because on that very day, after several old men with gray beards and uglier than when they were beggars had smoked their own blood, they did not know what nerves they had and shouted around themselves.

It's funny how they look.

He sat bored, watching these weak old men arguing about something. He didn't understand a word.

Then, a familiar pair of military boots stepped in.

He was stunned.

"You're good. ”

The man came to him with the sound of hunting, looked emotional, raised his hand and stroked the top of his head:

"My name is Yuan Xingyi. ”

......

Another few years passed.

He stood side by side with Yuan Xingyi, who was obviously a little older.

In the entire research department, there were cheers like landslides and tsunamis.

The Feather God Sky Dragon, the bloodline of the top desolate ancient relics appeared in this filthy world.

On the torture rack outside, several of the Northern Wilderness spies who were exposed at this critical moment were hanged, and their bodies shook in the wind.

"People like us have no future. ”

Yuan Xingyi's eyes were gentle, looking at this young man who he had unintentionally unearthed and created a miracle,

"But you're different. ”

"Your Majesty personally gave you the surname of the emperor, and from now on, you will be called the emperor. ”

Emperor One?

He looked at the cheering crowd in silence and shook his head slightly.

Because the name is so ugly.

"You don't like it?"

Yuan Xingyi smiled and patted him on the shoulder, like a brother, like a father:

"I also think it's silly to use a code name as a name. How about I come up with a name for you?"

He was visibly happy.

Yuan Xingyi's eyes were far away, as if he was remembering something, and said softly:

"Feathering ascends to the sky, Nirvana is reborn, how about in the name of rebirth?"

The emperor was reborn.

"Big brother, I like it very much. ”

It's just because you gave it to me.

A smile suddenly broke out on his young face.

......

"Emperor, Emperor!"

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and in the empty hall, Emperor Rebirth seemed to wake up from a dream, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the trembling guards at the entrance of the hall.

The guard trembled, feeling that as soon as he stepped into the main hall, he felt as if he was about to fall into an eternal hell, and his clothes were already wet with cold sweat in a short time.

And he barely looked at the emperor rebirth, but found that this god-like existence of the martial arts organ actually sat motionless on the throne, no matter how he called, he was motionless and unresponsive.

This immediately frightened him, the emperor was reborn as the head of the dragon department of the martial arts organ, and his strength was earth-shattering, what kind of thing happened to make him appear in such a situation?

Seeing that the emperor was reborn and recovered, he hurriedly lowered his head and said in fear:

"Emperor, Emperor, all the adults from Shenjing have arrived, they ......"

"I see. ”

Call!

The entire space in the main hall was like a river and sea churning and roaring, producing countless twisted turbulence, and the guard's heart was pounding violently, and he was deaf in an instant, losing all sense.

When the wind calmed down, he leaned against the wall and gasped violently, and the emperor was reborn and disappeared from the throne.