Light rain at the beginning of May, slightly cool.

It seems to be a prelude to the beginning of summer.

It was pouring down and splashing on the ground of Soto City, shattering the sparse and hurried passers-by who swept across the surface of the water.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

The light rain in early May is not as good as ghee, but it also has a different flavor.

It's like......

The bowl of ravioli in front of him was the same......

took off the fox face mask that he had been wearing for an unknown amount of time, and maybe he wouldn't be able to wear it in the future, patted the wet robe, and pressed the few remaining golden soul coins on his body under the only warm fox face mask, and then the young man picked up the chopsticks and gently stirred the wontons in the bowl, and his thoughts seemed to return to the summer more than 20 years ago.

Déjà vu drizzle.

Déjà vu ravioli.

It's just that after all, it's déjà vu.

Looking at the reflection on the noodle soup in the bowl, gently touching the scar from the left eyebrow to the lips, even after many years, the scar has disappeared, leaving only a white mark that is easy to be ignored, but it also instantly shattered his dreams and shattered his memories.

His martial soul is a blood demon.

A special creature that lives by drinking human blood.

The two soul masters did it, and it was also in this light rain weather, he was only four years old, and he was also sitting on another food stall selling wontons, watching his father being buried by the collapsed shed, and the aftermath of the fight between the two soul masters, together with the collapsed shed, exploded into a ball of fire, and the hot wind sprinkled on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was soil or his father's ashes, but a sullen breath surged into his heart, and with the hot and hot blood, he took off the heads of the two soul masters who were only level 30......

Now think about it......

Before you know it, more than 20 years have passed.

He should be twenty-seven years old.

Well, maybe twenty-eight.

Awakened martial spirit at the age of four.

Eighteen years of wandering.

Suck people's blood and do all kinds of evil.

Except for the last five years.

"Is my sacrifice worthwhile?"

"Even if it's just a little bit?"

"Not even a contribution, but a payment for sins?"

Picking up a wonton, putting it in his mouth, and savoring the taste, it seems that he has returned to that carefree childhood, back to himself who used to be the son of the owner of the wonton stall, and also blocked all kinds of questions that came to his heart before he died.

Is there value or not, is it important?

Unimportant.

It is more important to live a wonderful life than to live a long life.

Compared with these wonderful five years, those eighteen mediocre wandering years, like a beast and inhumane eighteen years of wandering, are simply an unbearable past.

And in the past five years, the roots have taught him a truth.

Since they have already fallen into the darkness, they have to take the responsibility of the darkness, and it is a coward's move to complain about the heavens and people, compared to those evil soul masters who are willing to fall, they have at least raised the banner of rebellion against fate and tried to take fate into their own hands!

This is a confidence that after death, when you go to hell, you can brag about the Hades who don't know if it exists, because the moment they make a choice, their courage has been tempered into an inseparable piece of steel with themselves, which is supremely glorious!

So, don't ask if it's valuable!

Just have a clear conscience, and that's it!

Because their worth is determined only by themselves!

"So ......"

"Today, my life is coming to an end."

"I can see me before I die."

"It's also a kind of reincarnation."

The young man ate the wonton slowly, looking at the family of four who were busy in front of the wonton stall, the husband, the wife, and the two children, one older and one young, twisted the pepper shaker on the table and dusted the pepper into their bowls.

Then, he drank the last remaining wonton and the hot noodle soup, and finally, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs, got up, smiled at the little boy who was five or six years old and carried his younger brother on his back, beckoned, pointed to the mask he had placed on the table, and then turned to leave.

Target - Opposite the wonton stall, the main hall of the Martial Spirit Hall across the street!

The children of poor families are in charge of the family at an early age.

The boy carried his younger brother on his back and trotted to the table where the guest had just finished eating, first glanced at the empty tabletop, his eyes were obviously full of disappointment and nervousness, and with the last thought, he opened the mask that the guest had just pointed to, and was immediately frightened by the more than twenty gold soul coins under the mask.

After two or three seconds, the brain is working.

turned the mask over, put these golden soul coins in it with the side close to his face, looked left and right, but he was not very relieved, and pulled off a rag from the chair on the side, changed it on these golden soul coins, and immediately, he ran to his parents with the mask of nearly three catties, shouted two or three times, and waited until his mother who was making wontons responded.

It's like offering a treasure.

The boy held up the mask in his hand.

Tear the rag open a corner.

Glancing at the passers-by and the four or five guests at his food stall, he explained to his stunned mother in a low voice, "This is the food money paid by the Soul Master. ”

"The ...... of the house"

The woman tugged at the corner of her man's clothes.

The man looked back in surprise.

Immediately, I was also shocked by these more than twenty golden soul coins.

Listening to the explanation of his son and wife, he was silent for a while.

Subsequently, the speed of cooking wontons on hand was accelerated.

"Go, hang a sign that is temporarily closed."

"It's a good intention."

"It's not polite to refuse."

looked at the back of the young man who had entered the Martial Spirit Palace.

The man who was cooking wontons showed a rare relaxed smile: "When I go home, let's sum it up, and see if we let the boss go to school or learn a craft, next year the boss will be six years old, what is his life, and then you can see it, if there is that fate, let's let the boss enter the Wuhun Palace, if there is no fate, in the future, the soul master of the Wuhun Hall will come to our house to eat a bowl of wontons, and he will not charge money, what do you think?" ”

"It's all up to you, in charge."

The woman nodded dryly.

Three times five divided by two, he hid the Golden Soul Coin that was equivalent to four or five years that their family could only save for nothing, and touched his eldest son's head, but he couldn't hide the happiness on his wrinkled face.

The people have a scale in their hearts.

Although the scale is a bit crooked at the moment.

After all, people are from the roots, not from the Wuhun Palace.

The idea of repaying the favor is obviously the wrong person.

It can be seen from this little thing that when the commoners are hopeful, those so-called nobles, the so-called sects, and the so-called gate valves will be used as the last and best fuel by this little spark, that is, wildfires and sparks!

And today's Wuhun Hall has also ushered in a special guest!

"Hello, this soul master."

"Excuse me, how can I help?"

Soto City, the main hall of martial spirits.

In the hall, a male deacon stepped forward.

A business-like greeting.

Immediately, the young man's answer broke through the defense.

"Hello."

"There are two requests that you need to consider."

"The first request - I want to report with my real name."

"Second request - to come to you and turn yourself in."

Pulled out a wanted warrant from his bosom.

The young man "intimately" raised it to the left side of his face.

Let this deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall be able to better distinguish the object.

Finally, he added, "I hope you think about it carefully, I'm not kidding......"

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