Those who have thunder in their chests and face like a peaceful lake can worship the general. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This thunder is either aimed at the enemy city and all the armies are attacking together, or the thunder is raised on the flat ground and the mind is stirred, or the heart is filled with anger and kills.

Kane looked at Lilian, who was curled up on the ground, gasping for breath, and if there was thunder in his chest, it was anger and hatred. He had never been so hungry for power, for the supreme force that could slaughter thousands of men and be invincible to a thousand armies.

But he squatted quietly, like a rock, like a mountain, quietly looking at Lilian, who got along with him day and night, and depended on each other.

Blood, the more it flows. The girl's immature but weather-beaten cheeks were like gold paper.

Even the presence of the gods sitting in the high heavens would not have been able to save his sister's life, Kane seemed to hear the roar from the abyss of hell, and the scythe of death reached out from the ground, hooking the girl's poor and fragile soul, and dragging mercilessly into the endless silence of the night.

"Brother, you have to be good, you-"

Lillian stretched out her hand to touch the boy, but in the end she was unable to hang down, her life came to an abrupt end, and the death knell finally sounded.

The young man laughed, and the wind was so light that the wind on the tribulation plateau had to lower his voice.

Woo woo -

The wind was whispering, time was ticking, and the round egg in the boy's arms was humming faintly.

"Are you crying too?" two drops of almost invisible crystal slid down from the corners of the boy's eyes.

The black and white egg, dotted with green stripes, slowly burrowed into the boy's chest.

Kane felt tightness in his chest, like the collapse of the mountains, like the end of the river and the sea, like the sky falling, pressing against his chest.

Is it pathos, or is it the work of the weirdos?

Does it matter?

It doesn't matter.

Kane could no longer suppress the resentment in his heart, and threw a punch, as if to vent the pain in his chest.

Boom -

The fist brought up the wind and attacked the stone furnace.

The fire was extinguished.

The boy was stunned.

He smiled, and his heart was even more sad.

Smiles and tears go hand in hand, a strange and chilling portrait of the character.

Do you really have supreme power?

The boy hated in his heart, hated that if he had this power earlier, Lillian, his own sister would not have died miserably here.

One step, small footprints, engraved on the stone ground.

One more step, touching the table, sawdust flying.

The wind was blowing at Kane's feet, and he suddenly accelerated, slamming into the wall of the hut.

In the evening, the sunset is like blood, and the geese fly by, desolate and slaughtering.

The young man stopped, the grass hut behind him collapsed, and the fire burst out of the stone furnace, burning fiercely, as if it was about to burn the world.

Just like the hatred in Kane's heart.

There was a small ashlar bar in the town, which sold some low-quality barley wine, and five copper plates could be exchanged for a whole large glass.

The wine is strong enough to make a cowardly soft egg turn into the bravest of warriors.

No matter how frightening it is, a glass of barley wine will become a common thing.

The accomplice of the dead wolf Sean must be there.

Trist is small, only three or two streets. Kane walked to the bar in ragged clothes and with a grimace.

At the door, two big men acted as doormen.

"Hey, kid, this isn't the place for you. The doorman laughed and quipped, but not malicious.

The cold gaze came from the young man's eyes, turning into a chill that made the two of them shiver, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Kane turned and walked towards the stone wall.

Is this little ghost crazy?

The two big men looked at the strange scene in front of them in amazement.

Kane wasn't crazy, he was as calm as the ice cellar in the cold winter.

With a punch, a hole was made in the stone wall, but the young man's hand was only a small cut, and a few bright drops of blood oozed out.

The fist continued to swing, as if dancing with life, and it didn't take long for a doorway that happened to be for the boy to get into.

The bar was silent, and only the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard, and all eyes were on the boy.

At the bar, several of Sean's accomplices held glasses in their hands, fear frozen on their faces.

Hammering the stone wall with their hands, is this still a human being? Is this still the boy they remember begging for a living?

Wet liquid, oozing from their crotches, and a disgusting smell of urine filled the small bar.

They tried to run, but the legs didn't listen.

"Full?" the boy walked over and looked at the men with a smile, "I haven't eaten all the eggs, why did I leave?"

It's like a greeting between friends, or like a restaurant junior who diligently asks about the guests waiting for dinner, and it's more like a close relative who hasn't met for a long time complaining about each other's farewell.

How can those scoundrels still speak.

Trembling like a sieve.

"Looks like you're ready. The boy stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of one of them.

The hands, emaciated, were still dripping with blood from a few cracks.

The wrist turns, and there is a snapping sound.

The man's head was twisted off alive.

The air in the bar seemed to freeze, and with a scream from somebody, everyone ran out in a frenzy.

All that was left was Sean's skin-throwing accomplices and the blood-dripping headless corpse.

"Is one enough?" Kane asked, squinting at the remaining four, in Sean's tone.

"What about two?" another great head was twisted alive.

"What about three?"

"By the way, it also needs to be 'rain and dew'. Kane smiled, reaping their lives like farmers cutting straw.

Boom -

There was thunder, and a huge swirling red cloud appeared in the sky above Trist.

The world stood still, the blood-red rain fell, and everywhere the rain went, the streets and towns fell apart.

The bar is gone, the headless corpses on the ground are gone, and the town of Trist is gone, until the entire plateau of suffering is gone.

Nothingness, boundless darkness.

Kane stood alone in this world where there was no sound, no light, no time.

The rain poured like a pour.

Looking up, darkness began to flicker alternately in the void, and a dark green dragon soared in the air.

A round strange egg, suspended and floating, shaking slightly.

Crunch――

The sound of eggshells cracking.

A clear crack appeared in the eggshell, as if something was about to burst out.

Kane walked in slowly, the sound of clattering footsteps echoing through the void.

Closer, closer.

Whoa-

The water poured down from mid-air, like a river pouring down, and the strange egg flew into Kane's chest with a whizz and disappeared.

The strong feeling of suffocation caused Kane to touch his hands as if he was about to grasp something.

Ahh

With a violent gasp, the nothingness began to dissipate, and the light reappeared in Kane's eyes.

Cliffs, valleys, bamboo roads, flickering bonfires.

Lost Island?

Trials of the Pilgrim?

Have a nightmare?

It's just that the heartache is so real, and the depression in the chest still seems to be looming.

Kane touched the corner of his eye, and two drops of elite water were wiped away, which were tears?

The young man looked up, and the smoke and rain between the sky and the earth were hazy.

It's raining.