The world was immersed in darkness, and the dilapidated flat-roofed houses in the distance were caught in a sea of fire, especially in the thick of the night, and the old rental houses that could be used as history were dying silently to the hiss of tongues of fire. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info accompanied by the sound of a teenager's heart breaking.

A hundred meters away, the thin figure of the young man was wearing a wide T-shirt and shorts, pulling black flip-flops, holding the instant food he had just bought from the convenience store in his left hand, and the hand holding the popsicle in his right hand trembled slightly, he stood in place, looking at the sea of fire in disbelief.

Suddenly, he dropped the bag and popsicles, held his head in both hands, and the whole person crouched down, crying silently.

How could this be, my home! It's only been a moment, it's been like this!

The boy crouched helplessly in the dark corners of the world, at a loss for what to do.

Siga has been dreaming a lot lately.

In the dream, Siga dreamed of such a strange creature.

The guy had a pair of wings that flapped big enough to cover the sky, and he flew freely over the vast forest in translucent elemental form.

He was dressed in white elemental armor, invincible, holding the holy sword Excalibur in his right hand, opening the heavens and the earth, he looked at everything below him with a staring posture, like a high emperor, and everyone knelt at his feet, quiet and terrified.

When he descended on the ground, the grass and trees were bound to bend down, and even the original thick green trees were bound to fade in color, and they did not dare to compete with the brilliance for the slightest color, and there was no sound of animals running, and all living things just stood quietly in place, as if the courtiers of the court did not dare to make a sound. As long as he waved his hand, the earth would crack a huge crack thousands of meters long, thousands of meters wide, and tens of thousands of meters deep, and the sea would split a sea wall tens of meters or even nearly 100 meters high on both sides, just like Moses, who had God-given rights in the book of Exodus, and everything would open the way for him.

All things are subject to Him.

But he was proud and lonely, his figure as long and resolute as a cold sword, but he was always alone.

Domineering and kingly, Siga feels that it is more like something in between.

At this time, Si Jia wanted to reach out and hold the shadow of the lonely man, but the dream would be shattered, and then the sword light staggered, the figure swept, the rich murderous aura torn apart in the air, the smell of blood overflowing between heaven and earth, the dull roar and the deafening sound similar to the constant flapping and collision of wings, and mixed with the sadness of the unknown and very faint and even ignored, as if returning to the battlefield of blood, a century war between races, and in the end only the heart-rending wail, the nerves that hurt into the bone marrow seemed to be transmitted to reality, real as reality。

At the end of the dream, there is always a vague figure, trapped in the white light and shadow, walking slowly, unable to see the face, no matter what, because at this time Siga often suddenly opens his eyes and wakes up, even if his mind is not like this, but he will wake up. For this reason, he even thought about swallowing sleeping pills to force himself not to wake up. As a result, he swallowed sleeping pills, and he slept like a dead pig and didn't remember anything!

Dreams are dreams.

When Siga woke up, he still felt satisfied the first few times, after all, he seemed to be invincible in the world in his dreams, (although I'm not sure if that creature is myself, but my own dream, just think it's me) Isn't this what all boys should want, although he is not hot-blooded, because he knows that he can't be like the great man named Luffy in One Piece, but well, it's good to think about it. But if I repeat the dream too much, it will be a little scary, as if it is some kind of foreshadowing, and I always feel that my heart is hairy, as if something is going to happen.

Many American blockbusters are filmed like this, the protagonist starts out as a waste wood, and it is almost to a point where no one will pay attention to it than picking up garbage, and then at this time he suddenly finds himself a master of hidden skills, and suddenly he is going to save the world!

And before they save the world, there must be some foreshadowing, halfway through saving the world, you can also soak in the best quality girls, enjoy the private luxury plane and the rich red wine in the goblet, and save the world, either retreat to the mountains and forests, the so-called retreat to the mountains and forests is of course to travel around the world with a harem and huge wealth after becoming famous! Or vigorously dedicate themselves to saving the world, and leave a bunch of magnificent words before death, so that future generations can remember them in history class!

But Sijia has watched so many blockbusters, and in the end he only has a bunch of dreams, which is a big blow to him.

Because, nothing has changed.

When he woke up this time, probably just when he was hungry, Siga decided to go out and buy something to comfort his stomach, and he hummed an unknown nonsense softly:

Wyvern underground,

The winged elves are the masters of the world

But who knows

After that century

There is a shadow

I miss myself deeply

Jumping and jumping

It's all gone

The self-proclaimed descendants of the light

Is the world yours?

Is it yours?

Then someday

I will be back

Come back

He didn't know why he hummed the strange lyrics so much, but he felt that it came out naturally, anyway, the tune was quite good, and he didn't pay much attention to it, so he hummed it like this.

Siga got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the rough concrete floor, and walked to the few pieces of furniture in the room, a glass mirror:

There are a few strands of light-colored blonde hair in the brown hair, the bangs are half-covered and half-covered by the bangs, and the ears are slightly pointed, like an awl, which makes people super easy to think of an elf or something, but it doesn't exist at all! Even if it exists, the elf is so ugly, how can he be so handsome!

It is probably because of this strange ear that he has been alienated by children of the same age since he was a child, and he has no chance to pretend to be an unfortunate gringo in a capitalist country! After all, he has a few blonde hairs! Blonde hair! Such a good skill has not been used once in 18 years. It also leads to not even having a friend now, not even going to school, of course, this is mainly because the orphanage does not have extra funds to fund his school......

The bridge of the nose is unusually high, the arc of the mouth is also very good-looking, the body is thin but still very weighty, and the height is also one meter seven or eight, no matter how you look at it, you think you must be a handsome guy!

But Si Jia has no love experience in the past 18 years, and he has never seen a few girls, and the crooked melons and cracked dates in the orphanage are really not interested, so there is only a little feminine dean and a group of old women from the convent next door!

Siga actually doesn't care much about this, even if he meets a normal girl, so what?

Siga stared at the mirror, took a deep breath, and brushed the forehead hair in front of him, revealing his eyes!

It was an extremely rare pair of bichromatic pupils, and the history of the world and mankind would be sure that it was an ominous sign.

One blood-red left eye pupil was flowing with emotions that I didn't know what the name was, exuding a cold aura, as if I was going to suck it in, and the other was a bright golden pupil, as if it had accumulated thousands of rays of light, shining so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes.

Si Jia smiled, looked at the monster-like self in the mirror, and helplessly brought the contact lenses in his hand up.

Fortunately, the director of the orphanage was willing to take him in, otherwise, perhaps, he would have died a long time ago.

When I opened my eyes again, the black pupils of my eyes were right, this is like a normal person, Siga said to himself.

After years of people spurning the two-color pupils, Siga finally realized that he had to wear black pupils every day to live the rest of his life!

Although this is very unfair, in this world, there is actually no one who is qualified to ask others to change, because you have no right to interfere with what others do! But there are always many people who are keen to discuss.

In order not to be disliked by more people, Siga had to compromise, he did not want to live in the strange eyes of people all his life! Life in the world, if it is not just for survival, but for life, then concessions are inevitable.

"I'm hungry, go buy something to eat, I don't know how much money I have left. Siga muttered to herself as she counted her shy sacs.

Siga is an orphan, maybe not, anyway, he has spent time in the orphanage since he knew about it, and he has just recently moved out of the orphanage, and finally has his own small place to stay, and he can finally not be rejected like a monster.

He was just trying to breathe a sigh of relief, but recently he had been having strange dreams over and over again, which he speculated was due to his excessive sexual desires......

After all, it is adolescence, and it is normal to think about spring.

Damn, I don't have the money to see a psychiatrist! But every day with nothing to do but think of some nonsense, Siga suspects that he has derailed his thinking from ordinary people.

I don't know how many times I have secretly hated this secular society in my heart, why are you so feudal and superstitious, what's wrong with people's eyes!

Why do you keep holding on to this?

I don't have a decent job!

But in the end, he didn't know what to do except end up laughing at himself.

The moment he put on his contact lenses, looking at his pure dark eyes, Si Jia felt that a new life seemed to begin, and a bright future might be beckoning to him.

It wasn't long ago that he had been fine, and he had a good look at his warm cabin, which was very dilapidated, but at least—but all of a sudden!

Si Jia held his head, the whole person seemed to be pulled away from his whole strength, and his body sank uncontrollably, he couldn't stand it!

"Why, why, why did you do this to me! What the hell did I do wrong, God you have to make it so difficult for me!" Siga shook his head and roared loudly at the sky, the hidden power in the blood-red and red-gold pupils easily pierced through the glass pupils, shooting a strange light straight through the dark night sky.

"Because, you're different!"