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(Six-in-one chapter,The next six days will be updated together,The next update is the 16th)

[Arrogance has grown to a critical point]

[Final Hunt, Open]

[Rule: None]

[All reincarnation restrictions are no longer in effect]

[Countdown to the start of the invasion: 72 hours (12960 hours of Arrogant World Local Time)]

[During the waiting period, the Missing Plane opens]

Plane of Remembrance: Created from your memories of past lives, but without any trace of your own existence. Each reincarnation has a unique plane of thought, and does not interfere with each other.

[The reincarnated person can enter the plane of thoughts and recall everything he has been thinking about]

After being taken off the street by that man, the little boy has a home, but unlike what he imagined, it is a dark world.

He was sent to a warehouse where "raw materials" collected from all over the world were gathered, and they were kept in captivity like livestock, and those who passed the parameters were selected for further "carving" and those who did not were "destroyed".

Raw materials have a very high rate of loss here, repeating the mechanized process every day, undergoing all kinds of carvings, and if anyone can't bear it, his figure will disappear in the night, like the world evaporating.

When the little boy first arrived, he was able to stay self-conscious, occasionally talking and laughing with other ingredients.

But as time went by, watching the familiar figures around him disappear one by one, the originally slightly crowded space suddenly became wide and even empty, and his brain gradually became numb, and everything went on like a dream.

When he first woke up from the big dream, the little boy found that there were only a few people left around him, and what they all had in common was that the "parameters" were high enough.

Just when the little boy thought he was about to be freed, he was transferred out of the old warehouse and came to the new warehouse, and dense unfamiliar faces appeared around him again, as if he had returned to the earliest time.

The only difference is that the raw materials that have been gathered together are all very high, and the best of the best who once stood out are back on the same page here.

The little boy suddenly realized that he had only gone from one hell to a deeper hell, a cycle with no end in sight.

The intensity of the carving soon escalated, and in order to deprive him of his normal feelings and make him cold-blooded and numb, the whippers kept forcing him to kill.

In the beginning, the whip bearer told him to kill the cat.

The whip bearer grabbed a litter of wild cats and told him to throw them to death one by one in front of the mother cat, whose screams and the wails of the mother cat still echo in his mind.

Later, the whippers told him to kill the dogs.

The whip-bearer gave him a lovely puppy and let him spend a year with it, and when he developed a relationship, he forced him to stone it to death with a hammer.

The little boy will never forget the look in his eyes when he was dying, puzzled, frightened, helpless, and with tears flowing down his eyes, he knew for the first time that dogs can cry.

In the end, the whip-bearer made him kill.

I don't know what day it began, the daily necessities in the warehouse were strictly restricted, so as to force the raw materials to compete with each other and fight each other.

In the face of thirst and hunger, the raw materials slowly do not regard themselves as human beings, nor do they treat their companions as human beings, they can beat their heads to the point of bleeding for a mouthful of clean water, they can share bread for one less person, and stab the people around them to death with knives in the middle of the night.

The little boy couldn't remember how many people had tried to kill him, or how many people he had killed to survive, from the first fear, trembling, to getting used to it all.

In this cruel and crazy environment, he was raised to become a demon.

The long years have passed, and the carving has finally come to an end, and the raw materials that were once carved into qualified processors have finally been carved.

The little boy had grown up at this time, and he was standing in front of a cold platform, and the figure who had dragged him into hell with his own hands was in front of him, just as he had met when he was a child, and the years had not left any mark on the man's face.

"The pill in front of you contains a high concentration of cyanide, and it kills you in the mouth, and there is no pain."

"I can't guarantee what will happen to you when you die, maybe just die, maybe you will experience the same thing as me."

"If you die and find yourself waking up again, there will be only one task at that time: to become strong and try to live until the day you met me, until you die on the way to becoming stronger, or I need you to die."

The figure raised his hand, and his cold voice was even more hideous than that of the demon: "Take the medicine." ”

The sculpted processors have long since lost themselves, have no fear of death, no lingering on life, they are like machines, indiscriminately carrying out every command entered into their minds.

However, in the face of death, the little boy who grew up suddenly had in his mind the experience of the journey.

Once upon a time, he was also a timid and crying child, because he had no parents since he was a child, he lived on the streets, picked up garbage, stole things, and dreamed of one day getting rid of this life and living like a person.

It wasn't until I met the person in front of me that I thought it was the beginning of getting out of the quagmire, but I was suddenly thrown into hell, hurting people, killing people, and sinking in the dark.

In his life, it can be summed up in four sentences.

A person comes into the world.

A person grows up in embarrassment.

A man is alive and dead.

A man is forced to die.

This is his life.

A life that does not belong to you from birth to death.

When he swallowed the poison, for some reason, it was clear that it contained a high concentration of cyanide, and there was really no pain, but in the moment before he lost consciousness, he felt an uncontrollable desire to vomit rolling in his body.

It was a hatred of fate.

"Boom!" A violent explosion suddenly came, and the door of the processing warehouse burst open, and the wreckage showed an expansion radial shape, apparently under some kind of huge impact, but there was no fire or smoke, not explosives.

"Huh~ Fortunately, I collected my strength and almost blasted the entire warehouse into ashes with one punch." In the dust, Xia Hou walked in from outside with a machete in tow.

Xia Hou patted off the ashes on his body, looked at the sluggish processors in the warehouse, and said with a little banter in his lazy tone: "Good evening, if any of you help me go and talk to Chino, I will say that the puppy he picked up and came back to him." ”

Soon, a processor reacted, silently approaching Xia Hou from the shadows, suddenly bursting up, and stabbing the dagger into the side of his neck.

"Bell!" The blade made a crisp sound when it touched the human body, and the dagger snapped in response, only to scrape a spark on the surface of the body.

The Processor's mind went blank, and he couldn't understand why human skin was as hard as steel.

Xia Hou shook his head: "If you make a rash move without judging the enemy's strength clearly, you are an unqualified raw material." I'll destroy you than he will destroy you with his own hands. ”

Before the processor could recover from the shock, his life was over.

With a flick of his hand, Xia Hou directly smashed the processor with a machete, and a large area of blood splashed wildly in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Hou rushed into the crowd, he was like a tiger pounced into a flock of sheep, slaughtering with a knife, the sound of flesh and blood separation echoed in the warehouse, whether it was the raw materials that had just come in or the processors who had completed the carving, they all turned into corpses on the ground without distinction.

At the top of the warehouse, surveillance cameras recorded everything that happened and projected it on multiple screens in the monitoring room.

Several whippers were gathered here, and when they saw Xiahou raging in the warehouse, they had all changed color.

Even though these whip-wielders had carved countless raw materials to the limits of humanity, they could not understand what kind of power flowed from this uninvited guest.

It didn't take long for Xia Hou to be left with no living people around, and he dragged his blood-drenched long knife slowly into the depths, hunting towards his final goal.

Before the whippers in the monitoring room could evacuate, they suddenly heard a piercing sound of metal tearing.

I saw a big hand penetrate the half-meter-thick metal gate, tear the door open like tearing paper, and walked in slowly.

The whippers were already in a cold sweat, and at the end of their rope, they could only turn their eyes to the man behind them who stood at the apex of the processors, the living legend, the smiling demon.

Xiahou also followed the gaze of the whip bearers, put the knife on his shoulder, and greeted lazily: "Yo, long time no see, Chino." ”

There was confusion in the eyes of the smiling demon, and he searched his memory, but he did not find out where he had seen this person, and did not understand why the other person knew him.

All he could do was pull out the dagger at his waist with his backhand and enter a fighting stance.

Mutation is happening at this moment.

Xiahou's body turned into an afterimage that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and it rushed forward like lightning, tearing the distance between the two of them in just a moment, and its speed was far beyond the limit of what humans could reach.

Even the fighting nerves that stand at the top of the processors are incomparably inferior at this speed.

"Ding!" The long knife in Xiahou's hand pierced the demon's head with precision, nailing him to the wall.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and the demon who was so fast that he smiled did not even react subconsciously, and still maintained his original fighting posture, and after a few seconds, his body felt that his brain was dead, and he fell to the ground and trembled irregularly, and finally stopped moving completely.

"Phew!" Xia Hou stepped on the corpse, spat in his face, and said coldly, "Thank you for so many years of 'cultivation', mongrel. ”

Children are young clusters of flowers, but not every flower can be cultivated.

For most children, their childhood is one of warm sunshine in spring, cool popsicles in summer, dancing leaves in autumn, and warm embrace of parents in the cold winter.

And for the children in the Daystar orphanage, their childhood is only unaware of when they will see the bullying and abuse of hope.

Daystar Orphanage is an incredibly dark place, ostensibly a social welfare institution, but in fact it has been abusing the orphans it has been adopting, underfed, clothed, and often punished by custodial authorities.

If any child is disobedient, the supervisor will whip them to the point where they will not be fed, drunk, drugged, and thrown into a narrow iron cage.

Many children are left with endless beatings in their childhood, beating for disobedience, beating for not folding the quilt properly, beating for not setting the tooth cups, and beating for some crumbs of bread on the table while eating

The supervisor will abuse them for any reason, with the aim of making them live in fear, and only fear can make them numb and become puppets at the mercy of others.

After these children are "tamed", both men and women, as long as they are favored by customers, they will be sent to "play" with them.

In the agony of day after day, the children here will suffer from sleep disorders, tossing and turning in bed and unable to fall asleep, waking up from nightmares with screams in the middle of the night, and their once clear eyes slowly becoming hollow.

In this cold and desperate hell, every year there are children who cut themselves off, and some of them succeeded, and got rid of these pains forever, and more were found by the superintendent and rescued in time, and were tortured more cruelly, and lived in darkness.

There is a little girl in Daystar Orphanage, she has grown up here for as long as she can remember, and she often wonders where her parents are, why they abandoned her, why you threw her into this hell

The little girl's room was small and damp, with only a bunk iron bed in a few square meters, and a toilet next to the head of the bed, and the walls were covered with mildew stains from long-term residual water stains, but nothing could be smelled.

Childish cries kept coming from outside the iron gate, and the little girl curled up in the quilt, wrapped tightly in the quilt and covering her ears, but she couldn't stop the miserable cries from coming to her ears one after another.

Why was that kid beaten? She didn't know

But she can imagine how painful the child is now, because she has also been punished by the superintendent.

Once, because she missed her parents at night, she hid in the quilt and cried secretly, and the sobbing was accidentally heard by a passing supervisor, and she was greeted by a severe beating.

The miserable cries echoed in the night, and the trees outside the window were like the withered hands of demons, fangs and claws fluttering in the wind, as if they were about to reach in through the windows to catch her.

Gradually, the footsteps sounded, softly, but getting closer and closer, and she saw that the light that came through the crack in the door was obscured by shadows, and the last rays of light disappeared.

"Squeak." The sound of the iron door opening.

The sudden light stung her eyes, and she curled up in fear under the covers, the unspeakable coldness spreading to her limbs, her hands and feet numb, and helplessly clutching the pillow in her arms.

Her quilt was lifted little by little, and the superintendent looked at her condescendingly, half of his face immersed in darkness, half of his face illuminated by the light of the corridor, and he grinned and showed his white teeth, and smiled strangely.

Fear, helplessness. The pressure converged into a wall in her heart, and there was a cold, a heat, and a creep, like a deformed monster opening its big mouth like a black hole, trying to devour her.

Is it going to be punished again? Why.

Oh.

Come to think of it

She forgot to lick the soup stains in the bowl after eating today

Today's Daystar Orphanage is as usual, with several supervisors standing in the torture room used to punish children, the leader holding a blood-stained whip, and two children in front of him, a boy and a woman.

The boy was kept in an iron cage called a "squat cage", which the dean had recently invented.

The cage is so small that it is impossible to stand up straight or sit down, and the victim must keep his knees bent and in a semi-squatting position, or his legs will be sore and swinging for a few minutes.

Don't think that you can just relax and paralyze, that will only lead to more painful suffering, because the supervisor will wrap the lifting device in a sponge in advance and jam the head and neck of the person being punished.

If you don't keep squatting with force, the pressure on your whole body will gather on your head and neck, and you won't be able to breathe, and the person will have to work hard, going back and forth between detachment and suffocation.

Most children cry profusely after half an hour in a cage, and the minimum penalty for a cage is 12 hours.

Why should boys be punished like this? Because he committed the biggest taboo in the orphanage - running away.

He also tried to help his companions escape.

The punishment that the superintendent demanded from the superintendent was simple: putting the boy in a cage and then beating his companions in front of him.

At this time, there was a girl on the floor of the torture chamber, and he was the companion that the boy wanted to protect.

The girl's body was densely covered with whip marks, and she was drawn so hard that all the skin and flesh turned out, and the blood was gurgling, which was terrible.

What is even more shocking is that there is a clear whip mark on the girl's neck, and the whip directly ramps the major artery in the neck, and she has no movement when she falls in a pool of blood.

The boy in the cage stared blankly at the girl's corpse, his empty eyes were full of tears, and he kept falling, as if he couldn't even feel the suffocation caused by the squatting cage.

One of the overseers kicked the girl in the pool of blood, frowned, and said, "Boss, it's out of breath." ”

". Now I'm going to be deducted. The leader's first thought was not a life passing under the whip, but his salary slip that would shrink this month.

It's okay to punish the dead, the dean will cover you, but if you mess up other people's goods, you still have to pay for the money, and it's quite expensive.

The more the leader thought about it, the more angry he became, and the whip whipped on the girl like a vent, leaving blood marks on it: "Damn little bastard! ”

The girl was lucky because she didn't feel the pain anymore and never felt it again

"Is it dirty?" Without warning, a faint voice came from the darkness, it was a beautiful sound, but it was cold, like a cold winter wind, cold to the bone.

The regulators' faces changed, and they looked to the place where the voice came from.

I don't know when there was a slender figure in the torture room, she had waist-length cherry red hair, and her eyes did not show a trace of emotion.

It is a kind of indifference to life, an indifference that can only exist after experiencing countless lives and deaths.

Daystar Orphanage is strictly closed, and the superintendents can recognize everyone here, and they are pretty sure that this is not their own.

Several supervisors rushed over to block the only entrance and exit of the torture room, and the leader coldly questioned the uninvited guest in front of him: "Who are you?" How did you get in? ”

The leader suddenly felt a flash in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, Kazakura's beautiful little face appeared in front of him at some point, and his indifferent eyes refracted a cold glow in the dim light.

"Don't you feel dirty?"

The speed of this instantaneous approach was completely beyond cognition, but the leader was worthy of being the most powerful in the supervision, and after a short period of distraction, he suddenly entered a combat state, or at all, he didn't have time to think about it, and whipped towards Kazakura.

The whip was not very powerful in close combat, but the leader didn't want to pull Sakura back, only to see the whip flung at her neck and quickly wrap around it.

Immediately after, the leader suddenly withdrew his hand, and the whip directly strangled Sakura's throat, controlling this vital part of the human body.

However, Kazakura's face and eyes did not change in the slightest, and the whip wrapped around her neck continued to tighten, and even her voice did not deform: "No, you don't feel dirty. For you are filthy from the inside out, even the blood that flows from your bones. ”

Before the leader could further control Kazakura, he suddenly felt the whip in his hand tighten, and the whole person was pulled along the whip.

"Bang!" Kazakura's right leg turned into an afterimage, and her knee hit the leader's abdomen like a heavy cannon, and the huge force directly smashed the internal organs, and the spine broke inch by inch.

When the leader fell to the ground, his eyeballs were almost out of his sockets, his mouth was wide open, blood gushing out, and he didn't move in constant twitching.

Although these supervisors are ruthless, and even kill children with their own hands like leaders, they are not professional killers after all, and when death suddenly comes in front of them, fear instantly tears their hearts apart.

The oppressive feeling of death suffocated the wardens, and they fled to the exit like crazy, but Kazakura's figure came forward like a ghost.

Sakura walked to the door and slowly latched on the latch, she turned her head to look at the overseers, her eyes glowing with a faint cold light.

The slaughter soon ended, and the entire Daystar Orphanage, from top to bottom, from the top to the top of the housekeeper to the bottom of the cleaner, from the actual controller to the silent accomplice, all died in this dark night, and only innocent children survived.

When the doors of the orphanage are opened, the children flee to the vast world outside, where they will be greeted with an unknown but new life.

Of all the people, only the boy in the torture chamber who witnessed the death of his companion did not leave, and sat in the doorway in despair.

When Kazakura walked out with the girl's body in her arms, the boy looked at her with tears in his eyes and pleaded: "Sister. Did I kill her? ”

Kazakura didn't answer the question, she looked up at the dead night, and whispered faintly, as if she were telling the boy or to herself.

"To live, to be strong."

To live, you can't just be strong.

The young man looked out the window, the sky was full of haze, the gray hue diluted all the colors of the city, and the drizzle dripping from the clouds confused the distant scene.

It's a hospital room, it's deserted, even if the heating is running, even if the TV is playing with laughter and laughter, it's still cold and biting, like the heart of a young man.

The young man had no hair, his appearance was withered, his face was sickly pale, his lips were skinned and bloodless from lack of water, and every detail of his face showed that he was a patient who had suffered from chemotherapy.

The door to the ward opened, and a middle-aged couple walked in from the outside, not very old, but full of weathered old age.

The middle-aged woman walked up to the young man, handed the plastic bag in her hand, and said softly, "Son, you're hungry, come and have breakfast." ”

The young man took the plastic bag, and the breakfast made by his mother was very simple, two eggs and a rice ball, but it was just such a little bit of food, he couldn't eat it anymore after two bites, and the sequelae of chemotherapy rolled in his body, making him unable to stop regurgitating.

Seeing her son's painful appearance, the middle-aged woman turned around and secretly wiped her tears.

Although the middle-aged man stood firm and did not show any expression, his eyes were full of sadness that could not be dissolved.

Just then, the nurse walked in through the door: "Patient's family, come here." ”

"Son, you have a good rest, I'll go out." The middle-aged man helped the young man pull up the quilt and left the ward with the nurse.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man returned.

The young man looked at him silently and asked weakly, "Dad, what's the matter?" ”

The middle-aged man said casually: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just a reminder to eat." Son, I went to buy a fish for your mother to steam in the afternoon, and the nurse said that you should supplement more high-quality protein to help you recover after surgery. ”

The young man did not speak, because he knew that his father was lying.

Dad was called away by the nurse just now, not a dietary advice, but a reminder notice.

There is no longer enough money for chemotherapy costs.

A hospital is a place to treat the sick and save people, but if they don't do charity, doctors can't save the poor.

The family's money has long been spent on him.

He knew that no matter how difficult it was, Mom and Dad would try their best to raise money to give him a longer life, because he was their only child.

But at the end of his life, does he really have to spend it like this?

The young man looked at the haggard faces of his parents and thought about his life.

Once upon a time, he was a baby conceived in October, and was brought into this world by his mother with great difficulty, and started his first life.

When chatting with his parents, they told him many interesting stories about his childhood.

In the past, my mother slept very peacefully, and I couldn't wake up when there was thunder, but since I had a child like him, as long as he hummed in the cradle, my mother would get up immediately to see if her little baby had kicked off the quilt.

When he was young, his father had no interest in electronic devices, and after having a child, he bought a mobile phone that looked good at taking pictures, took a lot of photos about his life, and the first thing he did after work every day was to go home to see him and play with him.

The mother is relatively thin and weak, not much milk, the doctor suggested that the family with baby milk powder feeding, the father salary is not high, but he still bought the most expensive and best milk powder, as long as the son can grow up healthy and healthy, he doesn't care how much it costs.

When Dad read the milk powder manual, he was more serious than when he read the entry manual, the manual said that a spoonful of milk powder should be equipped with 35 ml of water, and Dad held the kettle and the bottle and poured water little by little, 34 ml is not good, 36 ml is not good, it must be just 35 ml, before he dares to take it to him.

Mom complained about her father more than once: "It's almost enough, why do you want to be so accurate?" It's not a dispensing. ”

The father said stubbornly and seriously: "That's not good, the instructions say that 35 ml must be 35 ml, otherwise what if my son is uncomfortable drinking?" ”

Mom poked his forehead with a smile: "You just spoil him desperately~"

When he turned one year old, his father took him to the hospital for vaccination, and like most children, he cried when he got the injection, and hugged his father with tears in his eyes and whimpered.

When the father saw his son crying, he couldn't coax him, his heart was so distressed that his nose was sore, and the man's tears, who had always been tearful, flowed out of his tears.

In this way, when my mother came to pick them up from the hospital, she witnessed a very funny scene - my father was holding him, and the father and son were sobbing in public, I don't know how funny.

The stories of his childhood are constantly changing in his mind, and the young man asks himself, what did he give to such a good father and mother?

Ordinary birth, ordinary growth, from my parents to absorb everything needed to grow up, before I have time to repay, life is on the verge of ending under the claws of the disease.

When he was born, his parents were running for him.

At the end of his life, his parents are still working hard for him.

Their family is not wealthy, their parents are both career establishments, working-class, and they are already living in poverty, and their only son has cancer, and he was found out late, so he can only do chemotherapy with the only remaining hope.

Is there a miracle in this world?

Maybe there is, but it didn't happen to him, the chemotherapy drugs ran through his body, indiscriminately harming all the cells, and the cancer cells that metastasized everywhere couldn't be killed.

In order to pay for his chemotherapy, his parents gave up the only old house, and now they can only live in a small rental house, and the car they finally saved up to buy has also been sold, and they don't even want to take the subway on a bicycle, just to save a few more money.

In addition to working in the unit during the day, Mom and Dad also have to do odd jobs outside.

Mom worked as a housekeeper on a platform, cleaning houses all day and all night, doing dirty work that no one wanted to do, and her hands were once well maintained, but now they were full of cracks and wrinkles.

Dad was busy in the warehouse from half past six in the afternoon until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, and the heavy creatures were piled on his shoulders like a mountain, bending his already old waist.

All the money he earned was turned into medicine, and as much money was made into his veins.

The expensive cost of treatment is like a giant leech, sucking every drop of blood in this family.

In the end, the deposit was gone, everything that could be sold was sold, and all the relatives who could borrow money were also borrowed

The things that Mom and Dad have accumulated in this life are nothing for him.

What about him?

What did he bring them besides pain?

Until his death, he was draining their blood and tears.

He often thinks about how good it would have been if he hadn't been born.

If Mom and Dad hadn't given birth to an unfortunate son like him, their lives would be very happy now

As the sun set, the young man finished the last chemotherapy of the course, and he lay on his hospital bed and watched the afterglow of dusk, and the birds flew by in the setting sun, their feathers soaked in dreamlike gold, and they soared freely in the world.

The young man looked at the dreamy sight and murmured, "Daddy, I want to be a little bird." ”

The father did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

He put the young man's hand into the quilt, his bloodshot eyes were full of tiredness that could not be concealed, and his voice was as soft as ever: "Son, Dad still has something to do, your mother will bring it over for dinner." Rest early after eating. ”

The young man knew that his father was about to leave for the warehouse, and he had to face a mountain of heavy goods that he could not move enough.

Dad's already bad back will be tormented by those things until the day his son dies.

The father is gone, the mother has not yet come, and only the young man is left in the empty ward.

Slowly, he propped himself up with his thin arms, got up from the bed to the side of the bed, opened the window and stood up.

He opened his arms to the golden world shrouded in the setting sun, like a bird about to soar with its wings outstretched.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry to be your child."

"Please forget about me and live strongly."

The youth stepped forward.

He became a little bird.

There is a light snow in the city, and the snowflakes are slowly flying from the sky, bringing a little cold touch to the face, and the bright moon shines through the gaps in the snow clouds to shed pure light, quietly shining on the silent night.

Luo Qingfeng stepped on the snow and came to an old house, he walked to the place on the third floor in his memory, and quietly looked in through the window.

Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve of reunion, and the family has cooked the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner early, and the table is lined with fragrant rice, verdant vegetables, and a large bowl of delicately cooked braised pork, which is his favorite thing to eat before.

The white mist on the dishes is hot, dispelling the damp cold of winter, and the air is filled with the enticing aroma of food.

A middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of fish soup and called out to the window with a smile: "Son, it's time to eat!" ”

Luo Qingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, did not respond, and a figure stood up in the room.

The young man sitting by the window stood up: "Okay, come on!" ”

When the young man came to the table, he saw the middle-aged woman bringing out a large pot of stew from the kitchen, he hurried over to take it and said, "Mom, you are all a handful of years, just ask me to serve these things in the future." ”

The middle-aged woman smiled: "Oh, my mother is only in her early fifties, and she is not old enough to work, so don't worry about it." ”

The family sat down around the table, and the middle-aged man opened a bottle of liquor, and after only drinking three or two glasses, his face was ruddy, and he asked kindly: "Son, you are usually so busy with work, and your health is okay?" ”

The young man patted his chest: "Okay, some time ago, the company organized a physical examination, and my colleagues found out what cervical spondylosis, fatty liver, all kinds of indicators are wrong at a young age, I am the healthiest in the company!" ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Eh, it's good, it's good, it's good to be healthy." Young people don't work too hard, and the body is the most important. ”

The young man quipped: "Dad, your body is important, and you have to work hard, otherwise where will you get the money to support you and your mother?" ”

"By the way, there are a few boxes of liver protection tablets in the box at the door, all of which I bought back from abroad, you often drink, you have to pay attention to protecting your liver."

"Mom too, I brought you some health medicine, remember to take it on time. I also bought you a set of skincare products, all of which are big names from abroad! Mom, you use it well, you want to be young and beautiful forever~"

The middle-aged woman couldn't stop laughing: "Oops! Why is my baby son so well-behaved now? When I was a child, I ran around with my bare butt and went against us, and when I grew up, I became so sensible~"

The young man smiled and touched the back of his head: "Mom and Dad raised me as an adult, and I should repay you." ”

"I'm telling you, my boss gave me another raise this year. I'm planning to buy you a retirement house in the city center, it's too old and too small, and it's definitely much more comfortable for you to move to a new home when the time comes! ”

The middle-aged man gently put his hand on the young man's hand, his eyes were full of love: "Son, it doesn't matter whether the house is old or new, the important thing is that our family is happy and safe." Dad can see that you are doing so well now, happier than anything else. ”

The middle-aged woman slapped his hand: "Oh, okay, I'm drunk again, what are you tired of with your son, let's eat quickly!" The dish is going to be cold! ”

The family picked up the rice bowl, you said I laughed, and the small home was full of the joy of reunion.

Outside the house, Luo Qingfeng stood in the dark and watched the family.

There is no pain, no sickness, only peace and happiness.

Those indifferent eyes were filled with transparent liquid at some point, and fell silently down his cheeks, and he murmured softly, saying words that no one could hear except himself:

"Mom, Dad, I'm back."

Not everyone has a mom and dad worth remembering.

The little wolf cub didn't know who her parents were, and it didn't matter, she lived on the streets since she was a child, was brought up by stray cats, and at the age of 6, she entered the processing warehouse and began to carve as a "raw material".

In retrospect, she was far more adaptable to her environment than her peers, and many of her raw materials cried at the first sight of gunshots, but she didn't even frown at the hot bullet casings in her face.

As she grew older, she discovered that firearms had a wonderful attraction to her.

When she holds a gun, even if there are no bullets in it, she can study it all day, study the structure of the gun, study the spring, study the rifling distribution in the muzzle, and even treat the gun as a friend and sleep with it.

Once, when the warehouse organized a target shooting, she fired 10 bullets, but there was only one bullet hole in the target.

With a 10% hit rate, this is seriously unqualified, and the whip wanted to punish her, but when he took off the target and took a closer look, the whole person's face suddenly changed greatly.

It was true that there was only one bullet hole in the target, but none of the 10 bullets she fired missed the target, because they all entered from the same bullet hole.

Since then, the whippers in the warehouse have become more and more important to her. Shooting, reconnaissance, assassination, fighting. They taught her all their military skills without reservation, saying that she might well have a chance to surpass the "smiling demon" in the future.

Unbeknownst to the whippers, the wolf cubs had spent a brief time with the smiling demon before they arrived at the warehouse.

The little wolf cub's first memory of him is the sweetness of the toffee, the fragrance of strawberries on his body, and the warm temperature of his palm when he was held.

He picked her up from the streets, named her, treated her, and taught her to read and write.

At the beginning, because she knew very few words, she was a little repulsed by thick books and felt that reading books was very troublesome.

But the more words she knew and the more books she read, she found those wonderful stories full of wonderful appeal.

Her heart began to become interested in the world, and she often couldn't help but take the initiative to find him in the back, and sat next to him to read a book with him.

[The book says that there are a total of 233 countries and regions in this world, are there really so many? 】

"Of course it's true, compared to the vast world, our city is only a small place."

[In this book, it is said that foreigners have been to the moon, this should be a made-up story, right?] The moon is so high, how can a person go up it? 】

"It's also true, it's not a story, in the Apollo program from 1969 to 1972, 12 astronauts landed on the moon, which is a great historical event."

[Then the Loch Ness Monster is also real?] 】

"Well, I think this should be fake."

He treated her like a relative without blood, taking her to see things that she had never seen in her life, and she suddenly realized that the world was so big and so colorful.

For a short time, they spent time and night together, watching the sunrise at dawn and sitting together in the night-shrouded forest to watch the stars.

Sometimes she thinks that if time could stand still, it would seem good to freeze this moment.

Of course, time still passed, and she went from being a person to a raw material.

She didn't like it, she didn't hate it, she just complied with his request.

The reason is not important.

If you want to see me become like this, so be it.

Because, you gave me a new life.

On the day of separation, he stood under the stars and asked her: "I am leaving soon, and I don't know when the next time we meet, maybe a year, maybe many years." Tell me a wish of yours, and I'll make it happen for you, anything. ”

Without thinking, she took out her phone directly and typed a line on it:

【Hug me】

He was stunned for a moment: "That's it?" You can wish for better. ”

She shook her head, and the three words on her phone were still the same:

【Hug me】

"Okay, that's what you want." He opened his arms and gave her a hug for the first time in his life.

In that warm embrace, she felt as if she had melted, her consciousness drifting up from her body, and she could see the entire starry sky even though her eyes were closed.

The little wolf cub who was picked up didn't have any luxury, she just wanted a cuddle.

Standing on the streets of the city, looking at the tall buildings, the setting sun left the last afterglow on the surface of the building, and the neon lights with blue and purple colors began to light up, and the halo flowed on the top of the tall buildings and bridges.

The hustle and bustle of the weekday has settled, pedestrians rush by the road, cars whizz back and forth, and the city's glittering nightlife is about to begin, but no matter how varied, it has nothing to do with the solitary white.

Tonight is a snowy night, pure white snowflakes flying in the air, gently swaying with the evening breeze.

Bai stepped on the quaint bluestone slab, and returned to the original alley in his memory, and the dim street lamps emitted a faint light, illuminating everything faintly.

Shiro leaned against the street lamp, watching the snowflakes shine in the light, quietly waiting for an unlikely person.

In the second half of the night, the snow became heavier, the dense snowflakes dimmed the lights, the wind was noisy, and the snow flakes were flying wantonly, constantly blowing on the white face, as if it was some kind of mockery.

I don't know how long later, a figure appeared in the depths of the snow curtain, he walked slowly in the alley, and when he passed by the white under the street lamp, he did not stop, but the amber eyes swept slightly sideways at her.

"Which warehouse? How come I never saw you? He clearly sensed his own kind.

Bai didn't answer, let the snowflakes fall all over his hair, and didn't turn his head to look at him.

Just like she thought.

There was no one she wanted to meet.

She silently put on her headphones, turned on the only song on her phone, and turned the corner of the alley alone, walking into the depths of the wind and snow.

A melodious ballad sounded in the headphones, singing in solitude:

Don't ask me where I'm from,

My hometown is far away.

Why wandering,

Wandering far away,

Stray.

For the birds that fly in the sky.

The 24 hours of missing the plane are over.

Some people feel that it is long, and it is full of painful memories that they do not want to look back.

Some people think that it is short, and there is a time when they want to go back but can't go back.

Long or short, the gears of fate began to continue to turn, pushing everyone to the path they had to go.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the Return Plane Square, staring at the ancient and huge cube in front of him, and his voice was like a bell: "Turn on the full-band communication of the reincarnation world." ”

The SSS-level reward points are recovered by the cube, and full-band communication is turned on.

Blazing light swept through the chaotic void, and a stream of light condensed like essence appeared through the air, like a thousand golden realms intertwined.

The speed of time passage of all the teams in the reincarnation world was unified at this moment, and the consciousness of the captains of each team turned into souls and was summoned here, like an extremely shining spark falling from the sky, exploding mottled streamers in the Imperial Landing Square, and finally condensed into a human form.

The last spark settled, including Luo Qingfeng, there were 3,724 figures standing in the square, which is also the number of teams in the current reincarnation world.

Luo Qingfeng looked at these familiar or unfamiliar reincarnation captains, and his voice resounded in all directions: "As everyone knows, we are facing an unprecedented difficult moment. ”

"Before that, each team had a grudge against each other, each with its own goals, maybe yesterday you had a teammate who was killed by another team in a teamfight, thinking about revenge in the next encounter, but now I want to say, please put these down."

"Because eventually the hunt begins, and we're going to face the same enemy, an enemy you've never encountered before, even unimaginable."

"Arrogance, the arrogance of reaching the peak of strength and entering the whole body."

"At the moment when we are discussing how to hunt arrogance, at this very moment, arrogance is also deployed in his world, and even the remaining six sins may be around him, discussing the same problem - how to annihilate the reincarnation."

"No one knows what will greet us when we enter the world of arrogance. But one thing is for sure, if we fall apart and turn on each other, no one will survive. ”

"In the face of a strong enemy, we should not be suspicious of each other like snakes and rats, but we should unite our teams to face the biggest challenges on our journey."

"As the captain of the Imperial Landing, I announce that after the Emperor Landing enters the arrogant world, he will wait in place for 48 hours, if you are willing to cooperate with us, please choose the same landing coordinates and meet us as soon as possible."

"We will take responsibility for the survival of each team, provide help in the best way we can, lead by example, and let as many people as possible survive while achieving victory."

"Finally." Luo Qingfeng put his hand on his heart, and his bell-like voice was full of unshakable power, "May every reincarnation who is forging ahead be safe." ”

Luo Qingfeng's speech ended, and the spirits of the captains of each team also turned into sparks and scattered again.

Some of these reincarnation squads have experienced countless trials of blood and fire and have long been prepared to face fate, while others have just been born and don't know what the significance of this battle is for the reincarnation world.

Firm or dazed, for each reincarnation, the memory of the past has been left behind forever, and the final decisive battle is slowly unfolding ahead.

(End of chapter)