It turned out that when the soldiers rushed into the banquet, Nano secretly released the white wolf and escaped through the side door with some of them, and then returned here.

"What are you doing here? Stupid, get out of here. ”

Na Wu took Lan Ling to a slightly farther place and put it down gently, "Shhh......hhhhh Rest well, and I'll leave the rest to me. ”

"But, fool, you will die. ”

"Rest assured. ”

At this time, a wounded soldier came to report, "Your Excellency, quite a few people have escaped through the side gate on the east side. ”

"What? Don't you want to guard every intersection?"

"But there was a man who wounded all the soldiers there. ”

"Who?"

The soldier turned slowly, raised his arm, and stretched out his trembling fingers to point at the man not far away, "He." ”

Fan Zhi looked and saw that the man's handsome face was calm and comfortable, holding a delicate long knife in his hand, and a pair of clear eyes scanned the place aimlessly, as if he didn't care about his enemy.

The white wolf picked up the seriously injured Lan Ming from the pile of rubble, and walked slowly towards Nano.

Lan Ming stretched out his hand with difficulty and gently patted Na Wu's shoulder, "Rescue the king and kill Fan Zhi!"

"Don't worry. ”

The name Wushang took two steps forward, and his eyes converged on Fan Zhi.

"Who are you?"

"A nameless person has no name. ”

As he spoke, Nano slowly stepped forward with his right foot, and the moment his right foot landed, Nano's figure suddenly disappeared from people's field of vision.

Fan Zhi was surprised, Ming Wuke had already returned to the place where he was standing just now, it was still the unsheathed long knife, or the unstepped right foot, but there was an additional figure beside him—the little king.

Everyone, Lan Ming, Lan Ling, White Wolf, Fan Zhi, and the soldiers were stunned.

"How could it be? Is this the man I had fallen over my shoulder? Who the hell is he?" Lan Ling looked at Na Wu as if he were a stranger.

"You and I have no grudges, why do you want to come here to make trouble?"

"What did the world have to do with me? But it just so happened that I was passing through the world, and I happened to pass by here. It's like you once happened to take away the power of the smoke wolf and happened to sit in the current position. Namu handed over the king to Lan Ming, and then looked at Fan Zhi and said slowly.

"Then you just wait to die!" Fan Zhi gritted his teeth and roared, the muscles of his whole body continued to tremble because of the excessive force, only to see, the muscles expanded outward again, and the muscles of his shoulders and back bulged out, almost reaching the back of his head, looking like a monster stacked by rocks.

Suddenly, the ground under Fan Zhi's feet exploded, and his figure rushed to Mingwu in the blink of an eye, "I heard that you want to compete with me in speed, today I will let you see what speed is!" I saw Fan Zhi's thick arms clenched into fists, and a fist as fast as lightning tore through the air like a rocket head, and attacked Mingwu.

"Do you know it's daytime! Your fist looks to me like a snail crawling. Na Wu reflexively picked up Fan Zhi's fist, kicked Fan Zhi's lower body with his heel, and then used the force of his punch to throw him to the ground over the shoulder. The whole process is completed in the blink of an eye, and the action is like a smooth flow.

Lan Ling's eyes were about to fall out, "Isn't that a move I used?"

Fan Zhi immediately got up from the ground and angrily threw another punch, but was thrown to the ground again by the same move.

Fan Zhi seemed to be unconvinced, since he joined the army at the age of seventeen, he had never seen anyone stronger than him in strength and speed, he didn't know how many people he had challenged before, but now he was toyed and applauded by a man who was much thinner than him. After getting up, Fan Zhi still punched, but he was still fallen.

Again, again. This was repeated for a dozen rounds. Everyone looked at Fan Zhi's jokes, but Fan Zhi had no strength but had no choice but to take the name.

Finally, Fan Zhi was annoyed and angry, did not punch, changed his feet, his thick legs swept like a razor, and Ming Wu picked up his calves, turned around perfectly at 360 degrees, and threw them out.

"Don't you want to compete with speed, come again!" this caused everyone present to snort, some laughed, and some soldiers held back.

Fan Zhi saw that it was impossible to get close to Mingwu, so he distanced himself from Mingwu, and punched out in the air, and the fist qi rolled, like a heat wave in the air towards Mingwu.

The white wolf knew very well the power of this fist, and immediately shouted loudly: "Nameless, run away!

"You seem to be very confident in your own strength, so let's compare your strength!" Mingwu ignored the warning of the white wolf, and punched out against the fist, only to see an aura, like a tsunami, rushed towards Fan Zhi, scattered the flying fist qi, and like a gust of strong wind swept up Fan Zhi's body, Fan Zhi screamed in the huge wave, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The white wolf was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, "What kind of monster are you?"

After a long time, Fan Zhi woke up and struggled to get up from the ground, his expression distorted by anger, "You! Today, you must die!" Fan Zhi shouted word by word.

"Slow!" Suddenly, a figure came to Fan Zhi's side and stretched out his hand to block Fan Zhi's body, "That's it, Fan Zhi, you have one more important thing to complete." "It's the warlock who speaks, Jinyu.

"Who are you? Death to those who stand in my way!"

"Do you remember the woman who gave you strength twenty years ago?"

"Twenty years ago?" Fan Zhi was startled, as if he remembered something.

"Your true identity is a dead servant, and now your master, the god of death is calling you to go. ”

"Death?" Fan Zhi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

............

Twenty years ago, Fan Zhi was a little boy from a poor family, dressed dirtily all day, and never had a full meal. Fan Zhi's father died at an early age, and his mother had to do small jobs for others in order to support him, and occasionally recruited a few prostitutes at home.

"Why did my mother do these things?" Fan Zhi asked crying, not wanting to see his mother become someone else's plaything.

"Human beings are fragile, and in order to survive, they must rely on the strength of others, and in order to get help from others, they must please others. Mother does everything for you and for us to live better. Mother stroked Fan Zhi's head.

"Then why don't I have to please you?"

"Because you are my child, it is my responsibility to raise you. ”

Some people don't need to please and will help you wholeheartedly, some have to please, and some need to be eliminated. From that day on, Fan Zhi divided all the people he met into three categories.

That summer, the western part of the country experienced a rare drought, and the land was like a burning carpet, and there was a dead silence. Seeing the opportunity, the neighboring countries took advantage of the fire to loot and sent troops to attack the western border of Qi State. All the people in the village who could flee fled, and the rest were old, weak, sick and disabled, waiting to starve to death.

Fan Zhi's mother contracted malaria and lay in bed unable to move, while Fan Zhi stayed at the door all day, hoping for a time when it would rain heavily.

Hunger drove Fan Zhi out to look for food, but he was only a seven-year-old child, and without a mother, where did he go to find food.

Watching his mother on the hospital bed weaken day by day, Fan Zhi understood that things could not get better.

The mother in front of me is no longer the one who can take care of herself and love herself selflessly.

So who is she?

Do you need someone to please you? No! Someone who needs to be eliminated? No!

And who is she?

She is a burden, a person who needs to be abandoned!

Thinking of this, Fan Zhi left the dilapidated home alone. The mother looked at the figure of Fan Zhi leaving, with tears in her eyes, weak in her mouth, and squeaked and shouted Fan Zhi's name.

Fan Zhi escaped from home and tried to find food, but he couldn't reach the birds, and he couldn't run as fast as the rabbits, and he didn't find anything after a day.

The next day, Fan Zhi had no strength, he walked and climbed, entered a valley, suddenly a rancid smell came to his nose, Fan Zhi walked forward, only to see the corpse of a grizzly bear scattered on the ground, and flies carnivaling on it.

Fan Zhi just glanced at it, and he couldn't help retching.

He wanted to flee from here, but a wave of evil thoughts entered his mind under the urging of hunger.

When Fan Zhi looked at the corpse again, he couldn't smell any stench, and the flies looked like snacks.

Fan Zhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and crawled towards the corpse, his eyes widened, and he opened his small mouth and bit it frantically......

"Hey, what are you doing, little ghost?" a huge smoke wolf, passing by, was also frightened by the little boy's behavior.

Fan Zhi only cared about gobbling up, completely unaware of the existence of the smoke wolf.

Suddenly, Fan Zhi felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his stomach was tumbling, like a fire burning. The pain caused him to roll on the floor, and then he began to vomit profusely, and all the carrion that had been eaten was spat out again.

At this time, Fan Zhi could no longer exert any strength, lying on his back on his back, crying, and looking blankly at the smoke wolf in the grass not far away.

"What's that?" the wolf felt a chill rise from the depths of his soul, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a dark figure appear beside the little boy.

The man was wearing a black and shabby cloak, his face was hidden in the jumpsuit, it was pitch black, only a pair of eyes that shone blue light could be seen, the black cloak was dragging on the ground, covering his feet, but the smoke wolf saw black smoke coming from there, and the man was moving less like he was walking, more like he was fluttering.

"Boy, what's your name?" a deep, deep voice came from the man.

"Fan Zhi. ”

"Will you give me your soul in exchange for survival?"

"Survival?" Fan Zhi didn't seem to react, he was puzzled for a moment, and repeated again and again: "Survival, survival!"

Then, as if he had finally understood the meaning of existence, he suddenly shouted, "Yes, as long as you can give me food, I will do anything!"

"That's good!"

The smoke wolf on the side looked ahead curiously, only to see the black-cloaked man stretch out his hand and pull out a transparent figure from Fan Zhi's body, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Fan Zhi had fainted at this moment, but the black-cloaked man suddenly turned to look at the smoke wolf. The wolf was startled, its hair stood on end, and then it felt like something had been stripped from its body, and it was extremely uncomfortable, but it couldn't move, and it was pitch black in front of it.

A minute later, when the light entered the smoke wolf's eyes again, the black-cloaked man was gone. And it felt as if it had run around the whole mountain, and it collapsed to the ground with all its weakness.

"What the hell is going on?" and the wolf fainted.