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Music: Chapter 7 of the Night

Li Yifan leaned on the throne, and only peace could be seen in his dark purple eyes.

A rugged man came with a sledgehammer in his hand.

The man saluted respectfully towards Li Yifan.

"Young master. It's time for us to go. ”

Li Yifan got up slightly and nodded at the man.

The man saluted again and slowly retreated.

"Here we go. ”

A faint hint of killing intent appeared in Li Yifan's originally calm eyes. I don't know who this sentence is saying to me.

The eyes are full of what they looked like ten years ago.

in this world. Over here. There is a magical continent full of magic. 【Gods and Demons Continent】

Why is it magical? Because it's powerful. Carrying countless strong men. It also hides countless lies, ugliness and evil.

Like the mouths of great men, they can speak impassioned words, but also when necessary. Their prey must be brutally chewed.

And on this continent, here, there is one of the most sought-after professions called the Covenant Priest.

The Covenant Priest contributes a certain amount of blood by signing a contract with the god to obtain the power of the Blood Contract, and cultivates the Covenant Divine Technique to gain great power.

At the same time, on this continent of gods and demons, there are the two empires of [Yatian] and [Shenluo], as well as their hundreds of small affiliated countries. and many sects and gangs.

And all of this revolves around two words – power, power.

These two words seem to represent everything, guiding many forces, many strong people, and many innocents. They have fought endlessly for this.

Finally one day. The emergence of a force. Let them become the same enemy.

Cult.

This is synonymous with the wicked. They killed innocents indiscriminately and slaughtered people.

Because of them, lives are in misery.

Like the big bad wolf in a child's cognition, it makes everyone disgusted and fearful. Everyone.

Finally under the siege of the two empires and many sects. The cult vanished. But it always feels like some big conspiracy is brewing.

What followed was a long period of peace.

Ten years ago

Wang

This is the poorest existence among the dozen or so villages around the [Yatian Empire].

In the thatched hut, a boy about ten years old rolled to the ground from a wooden bed that was no more than a little wider than his body.

Wake up from sleep.

The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around.

The boy was quite handsome, with black hair, black eyes, and plain linen clothes.

There's nothing on the body that deserves to be highlighted.

His name is Li Yifan.

He's still used to getting up like this. After all, many things have been experienced, no matter how terrifying they are, they are actually nothing.

Li Yifan rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground. scolding this damn bed in my heart affects Lao Tzu's good dreams again. While preparing to climb up and sleep again. Maybe today I can dream of my parents and my sister.

That's right. Li Yifan is an orphan in the eyes of the villagers of Wang Village.

But Li Yifan himself knows that he is not. At least he had an impression.

Although it is only an impression.

But he still clearly remembered that his name was Li Yifan. I have parents and an older sister.

It was when he was three or four years old, and he was delivered here one night. Then the man was gone. It has been like this since then, and there has been no later.

Fortunately, this child is not annoying, and the villagers of Wang Village are honest and kind.

Li Yifan helped Aunt Wang feed the chickens for breakfast this morning. Tomorrow afternoon, where will I go to chop wood and have dinner? It's been five or six years.

Rubbed until he was used to this kind of life, and rubbed until he himself forgot the appearance of his family, and only the outline remained.

was about to go back to sleep, but Li Yifan was suddenly stunned.

Li Yifan's small thatched hut is the poorest house in this poorest village. There are only three types of furniture in the house. Bed, table, chairs.

The chair was moved from his home by the village head, Wang Luo, three years ago.

But when I rubbed my eyes just now, there was clearly something more on the table......

Li Yifan hurriedly stood up straight. Because the house is too small. So he just had to stand up straight and see what was on the table.

It was four things, a knife, a note, a small paper bag, and a black chain with a bit of rust.

Li Yifan rubbed his eyes vigorously again, making sure that this was true.

Pick up the note, and the lines on the note are beautifully written. But it seemed a little hurried.

"There are ten sines in the paper bag. The name of the weapon is Skylight, and it is held. Now go to the Celestial Archer Seminary, and go through the back door!"

Celestial Archae Seminary. Li Yifan has heard this name. Wang Luo said that it was the place where the Yatian Empire trained young Qi priests. And Li Yifan was more interested in the ten sines in the paper bag.

Although the Gods and Demons Continent is divided into two empires, [Yatian] and [Shenluo]. But currency is universal.

There are three types in total.

Cini, Bunney, and Quinney.

Cini is the largest, and Quinney is the smallest. The equivalent exchange rate for each other is ten. That is to say, ten quinnies can be exchanged for one bunny, and ten bunnies can be exchanged for one ciney.

Under normal circumstances, ten bunnies are one sini, which can support an ordinary family of three for nearly three months.

Therefore, in ordinary people's homes, Xini rarely circulates, let alone people like Li Yifan who eat in the poorest village of the [Yatian Empire]. This Xini Li Yifan may have only seen it once until now.

It was a nobleman who gave him a random reward when Wang Luo went to the city of Yahon. Li Yifan remembered that he also took it back and showed it off in the whole village.

"Kids, do you see? This is the largest currency in our Yatian Empire. ”

Wang Luo's appearance emerged.

Li Yifan opened the paper bag while thinking, and the ten gold coins bloomed with the light they should have. It's really Cini!

Li Yifan's eyes were full of surprise?

He often heard the old people in the village say that pies don't fall from the sky, but today ten Sinis, a sword, a chain, and a note fell from the sky to go to the Tianyaqi Seminary. Makes him a little scratchy.

Otherwise, throw these out the door and pick up whoever you love.

Li Yifan thought to himself.

A "plop" sound came.

Li Yifan was startled by this voice and opened the door to look.

It's okay not to look at it, but this time Li Yifan instantly pulled the door, leaving only a small slit to look out.

There were people lying all over the ground outside!

To put it more bluntly, there are corpses all over the ground. Familiar corpses!

Those are the corpses of the villagers of Wang Village!

In the middle of the corpse was a man dressed in black holding a dark purple sword. The black cloak obscured his face, facing straight ahead.

In the direction facing the man in black sat a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a white vest.

With fear on his face, the man sat on the ground, pushing forward and backward with his feet. The gray shorts rubbed against the ground and made a "whoosh" sound.

It's the village chief Wang Luo!

Li Yifan looked at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open.

The man in black pointed his sword at Wang Luo. Just one sentence.

"Where is he?"

"Who...... Who? I don't know who you're talking about!"

Wang Luo's face was dripping with cold sweat, and he waved his hand at the man in black.

The man in black didn't speak, but suddenly took half a step forward, and the purple long sword slashed upwards lightly.

All the action was done almost instantaneously.

Li Yifan only saw a small thing flying out of Wang Luo's hand with a little red.

That's a finger! Li Yifan exclaimed in his heart.

"Ahhh

Wang Luo sat on the ground and no longer had the heart to kick the ground and retreat. Just clasping his little finger and yelling.

"Where?"

There was no tone in the voice of the man in black, no emotion. The dark purple sword in his hand emitted a terrifying dark purple light.

Even the blood on the blade seemed to have been sucked clean by the sword, and gradually disappeared on the blade.

He ...... He...... He is...... Who is it...... I don't...... I don't know......"

The intense fear and retching from the pain made Wang Luo speak badly.

The man in black took another half step forward, and the sword in his hand slashed again. It's pretty much the same as last time.

The only difference was where the sword fell. Last time it was fingers, this time ...... It's the neck.

Li Yifan didn't hear Wang Luo's painful screams.

Looking at Wang Luo, he was already silent, and a bloody mark on his neck gradually became obvious, and then he fell to the ground.

After all, Li Yifan is only ten years old, how have he ever seen such a scene? On weekdays, he doesn't even dare to look at killing chickens in the village, let alone killing people!

Under fear, Li Yifan subconsciously looked at the man in black. But suddenly he found that the man in black was already facing his direction. The two weren't really far apart, although the man's black cloak covered his face.

But the moment the man looked up at himself. Li Yifan clearly saw the man's dark purple pupils with a little golden lines......