Zhao Xiaoqian is not in a very good mood now, and he has no idea of talking to people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had just won a battle.

Victory is supposed to be a joyful thing, but it's an undignified way of being beaten up by your opponent for three hours and making your opponent so tired that he can't stand up...

The process is so boring that one can't get the slightest interest in narrating. In the end, the atmosphere of the scene became extremely delicate, and when Zhao Xiaoqian finally stood to the end, even the middle-aged NPC who was in charge of judging whether he was qualified to be a warrior was already quite tired, and even Zhao Xiaoqian himself was in a state of not knowing whether he should be excited or cheered.

And the poor goblin warrior was lying on the ground panting like a dead dog, his face was pale and decrepit as if he had been forced to fight a plane all night and be destroyed in minutes, and his eyes staring at Zhao Xiaoqian collapsed in despair.

In the end, Zhao Xiaoqian mustered up the courage to swing his sword for the first time under the urging of the middle-aged warrior's gaze, and the not-so-sharp blade pierced the heart of the goblin warrior. The goblin warrior let out a low moan and then turned into a fresh corpse, and Zhao Xiaoqian began to envy the relieved look in the goblin warrior's eyes at the last moment.

Zhao Xiaoqian, who lost his opponent, also completely collapsed to the ground. Although the body is repaired by various mandatory repairs of the golden finger, mental exhaustion is unavoidable.

Anyway it ended, this first battle.

"Not everyone can be a fighter. The middle-aged warrior stood in front of Zhao Xiaoqian, and he said to the panting rookie warrior with an expressionless face.

In the face of such brainless, but inexplicably angry words, how should we respond?

Zhao Xiaoqian waited silently, waiting for the answer that had nothing to do with his brain and would take the initiative to surface in his heart.

[Oh, is it?{Not to be outdone, glaring for about three seconds} So what?Does that mean I will never be able to do it?{Provocative eyes, stubborn tone}]

Why didn't Nima invite an actor!!

"Oh, is it?" Zhao Xiaoqian looked up at him, panting. The mood was somewhat unhappy, he felt that he had worked hard for so long anyway, even if he didn't get the kind of enthusiasm he imagined, but at least it shouldn't be this kind of cold reception. "So? Does that mean I can't do it?"

The middle-aged warrior was silent, he had been living in this small town outside the fortress for a long time, and he was withdrawn by nature, with few friends and few people choosing to use him as a person to talk to. Therefore, the long-term habit of living in isolation gave him the illusion that he seemed to have slowly become a mature warrior who was calm and difficult to provoke anger. And now, the little guy in front of him made him realize this, and his temper still seemed to be hot. He now had the urge to draw his sword, but he finally restrained it.

"It's not absolute, but it's very unlikely. The middle-aged warrior took a deep breath and calmed his restless emotions.

[So, it's still possible, right?{madness}]

"So it's still possible, right?" Zhao Xiaoqian grabbed the corner of his clothes and wiped the dark green blood on his face, pulled his mouth and smiled at the strong man mentor. Full of embarrassment...

"You have a weird self-confidence that doesn't match your strength. The middle-aged warrior said.

[What should I say?{Get up, middle two eyes} This may be because I have a reason why I have to get stronger!{Crazy qi multiplied by two}]

What a shameful line!!

"What should I say..."Zhao Xiaoqian sat up straight with his hands propped up, trying to suppress the shame that surged into his heart: "This may be because I have a reason to be stronger." ”

"Oh?" the tutor tilted his head slightly, as if asking.

......

What about the prompts? What about the prompts? Isn't there a hint? Questions that don't need to be answered? it! This thing obviously doesn't get an answer and won't give up!

"That's a reason that has nothing to do with others, just needs to know for yourself. Zhao Xiaoqian lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"That's it..."The middle-aged warrior nodded, his expression not very satisfied, but there was no intention of continuing to delve in.

The old man is really a witty and good boy. Zhao Xiaoqian gave great praise to his witty response in his heart.

"Well, you won this victory anyway, albeit extremely unseemly. Without dwelling too much on the topic, the mentor concluded: "But according to the rules, you get the qualifications to become a warrior." ”

Zhao Xiaoqian was overjoyed because of this. This means that he is done with his work today and can leave work.

"But that doesn't mean you're good enough. The instructor poured a basin of cold water on the occasion. "And your forward-looking nature is even more disgusting than your unbearable fighting skills. ”

Zhao Xiaoqian's face became ugly, he rarely experienced this kind of direct and sharp verbal attack...

"You've got the qualifications to become a fighter, and you can report to me from tomorrow. The Mentor gave him a wink and turned away, the gift of strength and wisdom was desired by all, but true warriors did not rely on these to achieve epic results.

Although Lao Tzu didn't want to make this pair, the rules are the rules of the tsundere. Will I die if I say two good words happily? Will I not know what my situation is? Do I need to be reminded again and again by you, an outsider?

Zhao Xiaoqian complained in his heart, and subconsciously followed the footsteps of his mentor.

The first scene he appears in this world is this forest that looks particularly dark. It's unclear what this place is, or if there are any human settlements like towns in the vicinity. But it seems that the strong man mentor seems to be familiar with himself.... It's kind of weird.

Damn!!So, at least you should explain the character setting to me clearly!!

Zhao Xiaoqian complained in his heart.

His current situation is basically ignorant of anything, whether it is the surrounding environment, characters, or even his own identity. In this case, it will be very difficult to live a stable life!

【Ding Dong!】

You wake up from your sleep and find yourself in a strange jungle.

You hold your head, trying to remember what happened to you.

"Who am I, why am I here, what happened to me?"

Not far from you lies the corpse of a Goblin Warrior, and you seem to remember something when you look at it. There are some scattered pictures floating in my mind....

The pain of cracking made you cry out in a low voice, when a cool breeze hit. Interrupting your thoughts for a moment, you can't help but clench your arms, your overly tattered robes can no longer withstand the low temperature of the jungle night, and you are cold and desperate from exhaustion.

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

You see your father, who usually considers himself a warrior, constantly pushing thick logs against the gate in a panic, and your mother picking you up and your brother and throwing them in a barrel and throwing them in the well. "Don't say anything no matter what happens, promise me, take care of Cali. "It's the last mom you hear. This voice appears countless times in your dreams, accompanied by blood and fire and terrible screams.

Fragments of memory float in your mind, slowly matching your past.

You were rightfully happy, and now those rightful happiness has been taken away. When you are immersed in the cold well water, everything happens unstoppably, the screams of your parents, the mad cries of unknown murderers, the flames burning, the blood flowing slowly down the walls of the well, the smell of despair slowly spreading in the air.

The only thing you can do is hold your brother's mouth tightly so that he doesn't cry. My brother's tears are flowing on the back of your hand, so hot...

I don't know how long it took, I don't know how long the silence lasted, I don't know how long I was in a daze.

"Mom and Dad... They.... They..... Are you dead?" his brother asked you trembling as his frozen white hands grasped your wet clothes. You look down blankly, you see your brother's timid and sad face, you purse your lips for a moment and you can't tell whether this is reality or fantasy.

You didn't answer the question, you didn't want to believe the answer that came to mind, and you didn't want to look down at the sad and desperate face of your brother in your arms.

In the end, you can only hug your brother tightly, try to get closer to him, and try to tell yourself in your heart that you haven't lost everything.

"Karry, tell my brother. Are you afraid of death?" you asked softly with a trembling hand as you smoothed out the strands of hair that had curdled into strands between your brother's forehead.

"I'm afraid. "You see fear in your brother's eyes. You don't know if your brother's fear is because of the death he mentioned, or simply because of himself...

"What we have to face next may be something more terrible than death, even so, are we still afraid of death?" you put your face on your brother's forehead to make him feel a trace of warmth. With your hands on your brother's slender neck, you made a terrible decision in your mind at that moment.

I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I can't do it.......

You close your eyes, cold tears spilling out of the corners of your eyes.

You intend to be with your brother and your parents forever.

But just as you were about to do so, someone pulled the well rope and pulled you and your brother out of the deep well, dragging you and your brother into an abyssal reality....

What you see is a scorched earth like purgatory.

"The empire will take care of it........ You will get ........ in Arad Your settled life there ........................" The fat, white Imperial soldier in bright armor, holding a beautiful spear in one hand, tried to make himself stand straight, tried to make his tone heavy and solemn, and tried to make his eyes reliable and trustworthy. You notice his deliberateness, but you can't pay attention to it. You can't take your eyes off the spear, at the sky where the trembling tip of the spear is pointing.

Are Mom and Dad watching me?

You can't hear what they say, and you end up rejecting them, with a sense of resentment.

You hate the late arrival of just the right Imperial soldiers, you hate the enemies who killed your own parents and ruined your happiness, you hate the weak self who can't do anything about it.

Then you suddenly remember your father, who was a blacksmith and was a warrior, and your brother's favorite thing to do on a daily basis is to sit on his lap and listen to him talk about his adventures in the past. Unlike your younger brother, you'll remember more details about the fighters than you would with the pompous and unreal ones.

"I'm going to be a strong fighter. "You take your brother's hand and walk down the road, tell him that.

"And then?" asked the younger brother.

"And then revenge. You answer.

"To whom?" asked the younger brother.

To all. You answer in your heart.

You're on your way with your brother.

Following the impressions in the story, as if following fate, he came to Gran with pious hatred. Found the legendary warrior in the mouth of the father.

"You and your brothers will have a settled life here. "The warrior promises you.

"I have climbed thirteen mountains and crossed twenty-four rivers. You take your brother's hand and look at the warrior calmly. "Six brushes with death. ”

"I have endured all this and come here, not to you, not for a stable life. ”

"What do you want?" the warrior asks you.

"I'm going to be a fighter. "You say.

"Are you going to be a warrior? Do you know what a warrior is?" you're not sure if it's a delusion, and the warrior seems to make a mocking sound.

"The world is invincible and powerful! A powerful existence that can protect everything from harm!" you roared, hoarse, and burst into tears.

The warrior looks at you in silence. "Warriors are not the kind of beings you think they are. ”

"Then I'll make it the kind of existence I imagined. "You arrogant, so arrogant.

The warrior gives you a chance.

Then, you are easily singled out by the Goblin.

You have a younger brother who must be taken care of, you have the consciousness to become stronger no matter what, and you have a hatred that is as deep as the sea. There was only a trace of power, so.... You die, with contempt for yourself.

At the last moment, you thought about your young brother. A wave of remorse rises in my heart ....

"Perhaps, I should follow their advice.... Choose a stable life...."

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I didn't fulfill my promise...."

"I'm sorry, brother, but you need to work hard to go the next way...."

"It's over, my sad, meaningless life..."

You close your eyes and shed tears one last time.

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

A bleak cold wind swept by.

The withered branches babbled.

"Hiss~~~"

Zhao Xiaoqian gasped, and reminisced about this bloody and sadistic plot with a grim face.

"So, this kind of role, what kind of mood should the old man be in it!" Zhao Xiaoqian felt a sense of despair. Compared with this misery, the life experience he has is really small and not worth mentioning. This caused him to have a strange emotion, jealous and happy.

"Wait.... Speaking of which, the old man still has a younger brother?" Zhao Xiaoqian, who thought of this clue, was shocked. "Hiss~~~" I couldn't help but gasp again.

Compared to meeting with relatives you don't know, the pain of being beaten up by a goblin warrior for three hours is simply drizzle!

"I actually encountered this kind of plot that makes people don't know what to do except swearing!"

The unmasked, the tall, short, fat and thin, the geometric appearance, the cuteness or not, the younger brother who doesn't know anything except the name Carl. How should I face you, my brother....

Hell level opening mode.