Wang Xu did not rush to give his choice.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate the bowl of noodles on the table one bite at a time.

The noodles cooked by Zhao Fatzi taste as bland as ever.

"Lao Zhao, are you so reluctant to put salt and MSG?"

"It's not like outside the city, and the people here are very tricky."

"Aren't you afraid that the noodle restaurant will close its doors in a few days?"

Wang Xu joked.

After speaking.

He sped up the pace of eating noodles.

Zhao Fatzi said happily: "This is a healthy diet, what are you doing with so many seasonings!" ”

"I only cook noodles for people who know."

The fat man said with a noble face.

Cooking noodles was sublime by him.

After Wang Xu finished eating the noodles, he drank not a drop of the noodle soup, and since he lived outside the city, he had no habit of wasting.

"Old man, I'm going to try."

Wang Xu's right hand tightly grasped the handle of the boning knife.

The time of a bowl of noodles, he thought about it clearly enough.

On Zhao Fatzi's fat face, a faint look of worry flashed: "Xiao Xu, you have to think clearly!" ”

"Stabbing the heart with a knife, this is no joke!"

"I often hear my daughter talk about the hardships of cultivation, and it is actually enough to take a single path of cultivation."

Wang Xu shook his head and said, "I want to become stronger, just to live peacefully with the little demon." ”

"I don't have any heroic dreams."

"In this world, heroes are not allowed to die well."

His eyes were deep, and he adjusted the breath in his nose: "Since the earth entered a new era, too many heroes have died in the mouths of mutant beasts. ”

"Those who only play with power and only care about their own interests are hiding behind the scenes and enjoying the results."

"These people deserve to die the most."

"Many Chinese heroes have died worthlessly!"

The old beggar was slightly touched.

He looked out of the noodle shop.

A wild cat rests on a trash can, blood-red sunlight pouring down from the sky.

The location of this corner of the noodle shop is only occasionally seen by one or two pedestrians.

"Boy, the world is not as simple as you think."

"The human heart is also much more complicated than you think."

"One day, you might be a hero."

The old beggar drank the liquor in the wine gourd in one go, and slapped the wine gourd on the table: "Fill it up for me!" ”

Wang Xu felt the abnormality of the old beggar.

The old man never seemed to be really drunk.

"Now that you've made your choice, don't hesitate any longer."

"Let's get started."

"Is it raw? Or die? It's all in your own hands. ”

"You've been inseparable from this boning knife for three years, and you should trust it."

The old beggar said in a low voice.

Wang Xu scolded with a smile: "Old man, I'm purely afraid that you will cheat me now." ”

The voice fell.

Wang Xu's right hand holding the boning knife was raised.

Some things are easy to say, but very difficult to do.

You have to poke the boning knife into your heart with your own hands, and you must not have any fear or doubt during the process.

It's not just about courage.

The old beggar and Zhao Fatzi didn't speak again, and the two of them stared at Wang Xu without blinking.

This moment.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Poof! Poof! Poof! ——”

In such a quiet environment, Wang Xu heard the powerful beating of his heart.

He remembered in his mind about the purple blood in Nie Xiaoyou's body.

In case one day, the secret of Nie Xiaoyou's body is really known.

With one more layer of soul master status, he has more power to protect the little demon.

The bits and pieces of living in the slums for eight years flashed quickly in Wang Xu's mind like slides.

"Wang Xu, you should never leave me, okay?"

"It's good to be your sister for the rest of your life."

"You are my only relative in this world."

"If I lose you again, I will lose the whole world."

This was the night of Wang Xu's fourteenth birthday, the two of them climbed onto the roof of the bungalow, and Nie Xiaodemon leaned on his shoulder and said.

That night, they secretly drank a little wine.

A faint smile flashed at the corner of Wang Xu's mouth, and the gaze in his eyes became firm.

For the unknown dangers that will be faced in the future.

In order to be able to better protect Nie Xiaoyou.

Wang Xu must go desperately.

He would never allow the light in his life to disappear.

Under the gaze of the old beggar and Zhao Fatzi.

Wang Xu held the boning knife in his right hand and stabbed it into his heart.

There is no sorrow or joy on his face, no fear or fear!

Absolute trust in boning knives is maintained.

"Poof—"

The sound of skin and flesh breaking through the air echoed through the air.

Fat Zhao tensed his nerves and his body stiffened.

The expression on the old beggar's face did not change, but his hand holding the broken wine gourd tightened.

This action betrayed his heart.

The pain of the skin and flesh being broken made Wang Xu gasp.

But his faith did not waver, and he still trusted the boning knife in his hand.

When the tip of the knife touched Wang Xu's heart and pierced into his heart.

He had a feeling of suffocating from drowning.

The pain was so sharp that he made a muffled snort in his throat.

Meanwhile.

Wang Xu found that his right hand could no longer stab the boning knife deeper.

A burst of force erupted from the hilt of the sword, shaking his right hand open.

Now the boning knife stabbed him in the heart.

Wang Xu clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

This made Zhao Fatzi on the side look very worried, but he couldn't help at all.

A few drops of sweat appeared on the old beggar's forehead, and his eyes never took his eyes off Wang Xu.

Wang Xu swallowed saliva in his dry throat.

What is pain?

As for the death-like pain, he was even more afraid that he would not be able to protect Nie Xiaodemon in the future.

That's right.

Black glow blooms on the boning knife.

Flooded with endless black mangs, Wang Xu felt his aching heart, as if he was soaked in a hot spring.

Warm and comfortable.

"Poof".

The boning knife voluntarily pulled out of Wang Xu's heart and levitated in front of him.

His heart was still filled with black light.

Gradually.

The black glow dissipated.

I saw that the wound on Wang Xu's heart had already healed, leaving no scar.

The dark black body of the boning knife is faintly dyed with a layer of dark red.

The color is very light, and if you don't look closely, you won't be able to spot this layer of dark red.

Wang Xu touched the position of the heart with the palm of his hand, and after finding that there was nothing wrong, his right hand once again held the handle of the boning knife.

This time, the moment his palm and the hilt of the knife touched.

He sensed an inexplicable connection between himself and the boning knife.

The connection is delicate.

"Boy, congratulations."

"You made it."

"Tonight is going to be the hardest night you'll ever have. From now on, the mental pain you will endure every night is not at all comparable to what it used to be. ”

"You'd better be mentally prepared."

"After all, relying on the qualifications of no star, if you want to go on the path of a soul master, you will definitely need to pay a little price."

The old beggar was very satisfied with Wang Xu in his heart.