Chapter sixty-three

Like a dream, blood and tears flowed, full of sorrow, and life in vain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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Outside the sky, a wisp of purple light floated slightly, tearing through the endless night.

As the sun rises, a slightly deserted glow shines through the dense green leaves and dots of light in the gloomy caverns.

The murderous ancient forest in the middle of the night has gradually subsided, and the ferocious beasts that have galloped all night have also returned to their nests, sleeping soundly and recuperating.

The gloomy cave is filled with a strong smell of blood, an unpleasant smell of herbs, and a faint fragrance.

Complex smell, but everyone in the world has a heart to avoid, and in the cave here, there are two men sitting cross-legged, the latter holding both hands flat, with his palms on the former's back, and a surging and gentle force pours from the palm into the body of the person in front of him.

The latter was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but extremely cold, his pale cheeks revealed a little vicissitudes, and his frost-white hair was stirred by the mountain force. A drop of sweat was like a bead falling, and it hit the young man's beast robe.

In front of the young man was a middle-aged man with a pale face, the man's upper body was naked, and the hideous and terrifying scars were wriggling and slowly healing.

A gentle mountain force ran along the young man's arm, gently hitting the former's body.

With the influx of mountain power, although the middle-aged man's face was still pale, his breathing was already calm.

"Whew!"

The young man in the beast robe exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly withdrew his hands, a drop of sweat on his eyelashes was trembling, and after a few breaths, there was a snap and a drop of sweat.

The boy opened his eyes, and his eyes were dim and endlessly tired.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, the young man's pale cheeks flashed with a silent smile, very satisfied.

Clumsily standing up, dragging his heavy shell, the boy walked out of the gloomy cave.

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The lilac sunlight was still a little cold, and the tip of the grass set up a natural arc, and a drop of dew hung it, but it never fell.

The purple light passed through, and the curved grass shone with colorful colors, and it was amazingly beautiful.

A strange little beast shaped like a goat with dragon horns on its head slept soundly in the grass, its white and flawless hair stained with dewdrops. There was a slight whisker at the corner of the pointed mouth, and a trace of sparkling saliva was flowing down the whisker from the corner of the little guy's mouth, obviously having a good dream.

Click!

There was a sound of footsteps in the cave behind the little one, and the steps were a little heavy. Then, a pale arm pulled out the hanging vine leaves, and the boy squinted slightly and walked out.

Looking at the little one sleeping soundly in the grass, a soft smile appeared on the young man's tired face.

It was a place hundreds of miles away from that valley. If it weren't for the little beast's alertness and extreme speed, the boy might not have been able to find this place.

"Little one, it's time to wake up. ”

"Little one?"

Han Shanwei whispered, came to the snow-white beast, picked it up, the Moon Wolf King's fur was soft, and gently swept through the snow-white beast's wet fur, wiping all the dew.

"What are you doing, you're tired...... Sleep, sleep..."The little one opened his hazy eyes in a daze, and his eyes were full of sleep.

"Go get rid of the smell, okay? I know you can do it. The little guy is the best. ”

Han Shanwei's pale face gently rubbed the snow-white beast's forehead and muttered in a low voice.

A few days ago, he knew that the little guy with snow-white hair was already a spirit animal.

A small "fierce beast" in the realm of enlightenment. Hehe.

"Little one, just go down and go back to sleep, okay?"

"Woo ......"

The little fellow was a little annoyed, but he lifted his little paw and waved it into the cave, and then found a comfortable place in the young man's bosom and fell asleep.

It's tired, it was a little different last night, so it's tired.

After a few breaths, a soft snoring sounded in the boy's arms.

"This little guy is really still a child. Han Shanwei sighed.

Rubbing his left hand and pressing the acupuncture points for a few breaths, the young man had a desire to fall asleep, but he had to cheer up, he wanted to think about the changes of the past few days, and last night seemed to reappear in his mind.

The words of the young man in white, the warning he gave, told him not to use "shocking" in front of people, or to say that he should ......

Slay them all!

Han Shanwei's name was given by the strong man of the sword, but that person knew it......

Aunt Xue once said that helping herself break through is just a wave of her hand for that kind of strongest person. Why was the voice behind the wooden door so tired that day that I woke up?

That sword really loves Aunt Xue?

Then why didn't he (he) inform his grandfather?

What is there important thing he (it) needs to do to put aside the death of Aunt Xue, whom he (it) "dotes on".

Is that young man in white related to it, and what is hidden behind all this?

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Shaking his dizzy head, the boy walked into the cave and sat down at the entrance with his back against the wall.

Perhaps it disturbed the sleeping little one, and it kicked the boy in a daze.

The young man closed his eyes, and the almost dry mountain power in his body began to run slowly, and wisps of spiritual power were absorbed by the young man, and the mountain power derived from the beginning was weak and small, but it was extremely refined, far superior to the eighth realm of mountain hunting, and even the mountain power of the peak of ordinary mountain hunting did not have the purity of the teenager.

However, for some reason, the teenager never broke through.

Maybe this is the so-called heavenly reward for diligence, a peck and a drink, there is a fixed number?

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The night covered the sky, hiding from the light, and it was dark and gloomy.

The Iron Wood Ancient Forest, which already has a golden iron forest, is even more eerie and terrifying in the silent night. The straight, upright hundred-year-old iron trees are like a sharp sword with a sheath out of the sheath, stabbing at the sky!

At this time, in the ancient forest of Temu, where no one wanted to stay, a young boy of about one or two years old hid under the tree and cried, whining in a low voice, his red and swollen eyes, and no tears dripping, obviously he had been crying for a long time, a long time.

So much so that there were no tears.

The child's crystal white face has changed and is full of tears.

"Woo, why, why don't they like me...... I just like my brother. ”

"Woo, why, those little brothers and sisters hate me so much......"

"Where is my father?"

"Mother, don't want me anymore......"

"Woo ......"

The little boy's voice was crisp and sad. There is only one person in the family who is good to him, but he ......

"Dreadnought, dreadnought, where are you?"

In the Tiemu Ancient Forest, a childish voice sounded, and Qing Ling's voice was full of worry.

Hearing a voice in the distance, the little boy's body couldn't help but hide behind the ironwood, he didn't want the owner of the voice to find him......

"Hehe, my brother knew you were going to hide here. Little fearless, don't cry. There is a brother to protect you......"

After a long time, the little boy who was hiding under the tree was finally found by the owner of the voice.

It was a little boy dressed in a rich robe, his clothes were covered with dirt, some of the corners were torn, and even his little face was ...... There was a scratch and blood flowing.

But he ignored it. Instead, he exhaled deeply, relieved, he had finally found his brother!

The little boy under the ironwood tree sat on the ground, his little head resting between his thighs, and raised his head at the sound of relief.

It was a face that was exactly the same as that of a little boy with a scratched cheek, the only difference was that the little boy with a bruised cheek had much calmer eyes, like an adult.

"Brother... Your face..."The little boy sitting on the ground whispered, his face a little complicated.

"Hehe, Daring Nought. My brother is fine, today my brother went to see the ancestor, and he gave my brother this ......"

The little boy who was standing wiped the blood from his face and said to his brother with a smile. At the same time, he took out a peculiar jade in his hand.

"What is this?" asked the little boy who was sitting on the ground in a bewildered voice. He looked at the jade and felt confused.

It was a black and white jade, with a mysterious qi evolution on it, indicating that this object was extraordinary.

"Well, it's a baby. Just drop your blood on it, and then drop mine, and so ...... No one can tell who we are, not even our mothers.

In this way, you will be the elder brother, and the elder brother will be the younger brother, hehe. In this way, my little fearless will not be treated coldly by those clansmen, and those little friends will come to flatter you.

How's that, isn't that a good baby?"

The little boy with a bloody cheek came to sit down beside his brother and chuckled in a low voice. His other arm wiped his brother's little flower face, without the slightest gesture of boredom, only distress.

"Oh, that's a good thing. But ......"

Hearing his brother's words, the little boy burst into tears and smiled, took the jade, and looked at it carefully. But suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the brother with the blood on his cheeks, and he was speechless, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

"It's okay, my brother is fine. Let's drip blood, bear with it, it hurts a little. ”

My brother said with a smile. He took out a dagger from his waist and slashed it through his palm, red blood oozing out, but his complexion remained unchanged. Blood dripped onto the black and white jade, and at the same time, he lightly slashed a small knife on his brother's fingertips.

"Ahh

The little boy with red and swollen eyes screamed.

"It's okay, Daring No. Right away. ”

Hearing his brother's scream of pain, the elder brother's face suddenly changed, and he comforted softly.

The blood on the fingertips of the younger brother was stained on the black and white jade, and the jade instantly glowed, turning into black and white brilliance, and poured into the bodies of the two brothers respectively.

The black light was all submerged into the elder brother's body, and the white brilliance was also absorbed by the younger brother.

In the corner that the two brothers didn't notice, there was a dark shadow, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a sneer that had succeeded in his conspiracy.

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"Brother, now they really don't recognize us?"

"Hmm. ”

"Are they all going to play with me?"

"yes!"

"Will they bring me whatever I want to eat in the future?"

"Yes, in the future, my little fearless will be the little master of the whole family. ”

The ironwood is straight, and there are branches that extend, and on the thick ironwood tree, two children talk, full of joy.

The wound on his brother's cheek was already scarred, and the younger brother's calf beside him was constantly swaying in the air.

"That's right, brother. ”

Suddenly, the younger brother with his head bowed said in a low voice.

"Huh?"

The elder brother was still looking at the night sky and replied softly. At the same time, he turned his head to look at his brother. But what greeted him was not a childlike and innocent face, but a cold dagger and a hideous and terrifying little face......

"Since you love me so much, give me your heart's work. I want to be a one-of-a-kind Tianjiao!"

The younger brother had a terrible and ruthless face, and the dagger was thrust into the elder brother's chest, and hot blood flowed out. At the same time, he shouted at the dead Gu Lin: "Ancestor, I am not fearless. ”

But the elder brother looked at the hateful younger brother, but he didn't have the slightest disgust, and still looked at him lovingly.

He has no resentment, and still loves him.

Looking at his brother's eyes full of pity, a trace of pain appeared in the little boy's indifferent eyes, and his forehead suddenly tightened, looking extremely painful, as if he was struggling with something.

At the moment when the little boy's shout fell, a black figure appeared next to the two brothers.

His hand was placed on his brother's forehead, and suddenly his brother's eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his forehead were stretched.

Seeing this scene, the black shadow smiled silently.

Suddenly, the black shadow raised its head, it was an old man's face with a childish face and white beard, his eyes opened and closed, and there was a terrifying power to evolve, the sky suddenly brightened, and the night was torn apart by a glance......

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At the mouth of the glittering cave, a young man in a simple beast robe sat down against the mountain wall, and in his arms was a snow-white beast, sleeping soundly.

The boy breathed softly, exhaled slowly, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes full of fear, and two bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes......

"Who's that, who's me?"

The young man murmured, blood and tears in his eyes could not stop flowing, and his heart was full of sorrow.

"Fearless?"

"Huh. ”

"I'm a younger brother... Or brother?"

The boy wept and shed tears. He watched the dagger plunge into the chest of the little boy with blood on his cheek, and his heart ached, it hurt.

He knew it was just a dream, but it was a real dream!

He remembered the dream he had just entered the forbidden land of the Moon Wolf Royal Clan, it was still so real, still so pathetic.

He was Fu Tuwei, but the little boy with an indifferent face said that he was not himself......

"Did I really kill my brother? Or did my brother put the dagger into my chest with his own hands?"

The boy muttered, and a wisp of wind blew into the cave, ruffling the boy's frost-white hair, and two shocking blood-red streaks on his face......

The boy's figure was a little gloomy.