Yu Lang was born much thinner than ordinary children. There may be a gust of wind and he will be blown away.

The formation of an inferiority complex is gradual.

Among his peers, among most people, he always felt that he was not quite normal.

It was an afternoon. After opening his eyes, he faintly felt a burning smell in the classroom, and Yu Lang rubbed his eyes and sat up, and the strong sunlight kept shining on the desk.

Even though it was just an unconscious glance from the crowd, Yu Lang was targeted, and he became the object of malice.

What scares him is not the violence itself, but the negative energy emanating from those who hate him. He had never imagined that there would be such malice in this world.

Yu Lang remembered a sentence: "Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes." ”

But most of the time, he felt sick in the face of their cathartic malice. There is also a kind of helplessness.

Sometimes he also thinks that if he was the so-called Ultraman or superhero on TV, he wouldn't be like this......

It won't be like this.

He doesn't have to face this, he will have confidence, he will have strength, he will not be offended!

He'll fight off these bad guys, and he can even be the one to protect everyone.

And who wouldn't want to be a great person? And who doesn't want to guard something?

But he couldn't even protect himself, let alone anything else?

If the dream continues, then the day will not come, and Yu Lang will not be able to wake up.

The wisp of the Ice Spirit Emperor's aura showed signs of slowly dissipating.

"......" Ice Spirit Emperor was still expressionless, and he stood in the air on the altar, but his eyes never left the afterglow of the ice sculpture.

"Is it dark?"

Yu Lang walked alone on the dilapidated streets.

He didn't dare to tell his teachers, he didn't dare to tell his relatives.

Since he was a child, although he has enjoyed the praise and praise of his elders, he does not feel that his elders can solve his problems.

Their violence was not only physical, but their spiritual isolation had left him hopeless.

The branches and leaves of the old trees were blown by the wind, and the yellow leaves fell to the ground.

The red light on the horizon was gradually fading, and the setting sun stretched his shadow for a long time.

Yu Lang turned his back to the setting sun and picked up a fallen leaf.

That's when he remembered being hit by a bicycle as a child, and he couldn't believe it at the time. He felt like he was dreaming.

Maybe these are all dreams.

It was not yet winter, but Yu Lang felt a little cool. The feeling of coolness became clearer and clearer, and he was so cold that he squatted on the ground with his legs crossed, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably.

"Why is it so cold......" Yu Lang closed his eyes.

The eyelids are heavy and heavy.

His thoughts seemed to drift into the distance.

At this time, the past began to appear in front of his eyes. He remembered his childhood—to be exact, he remembered that he was eleven or twelve. He was indeed a child.

He remembered the dream.

He never forgot that dream. The giant eagle in the dream pressed towards the school. The outstretched wings are enough to rival the mountains and cover the sky. Obviously there were so many people in the school, but Yu Lang could feel the eagle's sharp gaze staring at him, straight through the window of the teaching building. It's so windy outside. Isn't it a little cold.

He looked up at the giant eagle, and he wanted to fly too. Yu Lang wants this kind of intuitive domineering side leakage, and wants the freedom to fly away.

"Strength! Is this the power that everyone is after? ”

The dream seems to be waking up. When everyone's dream is the same dream, it doesn't count as a dream.

Yu Lang's subconscious is crying for help. None of this was what he wanted.

A little faint consciousness made him clearly feel himself, "I am alive", because "so cold, so cold". He tried to open his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't complete this action with all his strength.

"Is this what life feels like to die?"

The ice crystals around him completely sealed him in. It was all thanks to the breath of the Ice Spirit Emperor that Yu Lang's faint heartbeat was maintained.

The simple movement of opening his eyes was now so difficult that his eyelids were frozen and his bones and skin were all covered in ice.

"No, it can't be like this!"

His temples twitched violently.

Yu Lang suddenly felt an inexplicable anger. This is anger that has been building up for a long time!

This anger triumphed over fear. This anger caused the instinct to survive to explode.

I didn't write the first episode of the male protagonist in the novel.,I want to live...... I want to live, I don't want to die!

It was born from the instinctive fear of death, from the deep unwillingness of the heart.

My life has just begun!

Whimpering turned into a roar, and fear turned into unwillingness. The corners of Yu Lang's eyes were quivering, and the ice there was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yu Lang opened his eyes.

In front of you are pure and immaculate ice crystals, free of impurities.

It is said that at zero degrees Celsius, water without impurities can freeze.

"It's so beautiful......" Yu Lang has never seen such a shocking color in his life, it is pure and straight to the heart.

An ice-blue glow erupted from the altar, setting off a storm of ice centered on the afterwave.

The blood flowed again, and the heartbeat became more and more powerful. Many ice-blue dots burrowed into Yu Lang's body, echoing the bloodlines that belonged to the ice.

In an instant, Yu Langcha's black eyes instantly turned blue.

It's not silver blue, it's not sea blue, it's a unique ice blue. It was pure ice blue, far more flawless and gorgeous than sapphire.

Long ice-blue hair replaced the black hair, like a jumping ice-blue flame. His originally ordinary appearance has become angular at this moment, with a tall nose bridge and knife-like facial features that are extraordinarily three-dimensional, showing the heroism of a young man to the fullest.

The original cowardly and cowardly temperament also dissipated in an instant, and then added cold arrogance and coldness, becoming like ice.

Although his body was still thin, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a great power hidden in that small body.

Yu Lang felt that he had a lot of knowledge in his mind that he had never had before. This knowledge is innate, engraved in instinct.

"The eight veins of the Qi Jing have been opened, and the physical fitness has been significantly improved, which is a gift of ice and snow!"

The ice blue faded like a tide, and Yu Lang rubbed his eyes and saw the Ice Spirit Emperor standing in front of him. The Ice Spirit Emperor was still expressionless, but there was a hint of complexity in the depths of his eyes.

Yu Lang found that he had come out of the pool, and to his surprise, his clothes were not wet. He stood up with his hands on the ground, and it was obvious that he was completely different from before.

The Ice Spirit Emperor looked at Yu Lang carefully, and the appearance of the young man in front of him was actually a little similar to that one, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart: "Your awakening took three days, but it really makes people wait for a long time." ”

Yu Lang scratched his hair embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." It was then that he noticed that his timbre had changed, and that it was no longer a child's light and brittle voice, but noticeably deeper and colder.