Feeling hopeless but powerless in childhood, wanting a little satisfaction but not chasing it in his youth, pursuing physical desires in his youth but reverberating, all these will turn into nightmares that haunt him for the rest of his life.

Yan Timur Uyghur was born in the Uyghur tribe, a small northern tribe in the Terence steppe, in a bitterly cold winter. Three months after Timur was born, his father died in an inter-tribal war, his mother was taken captive, and he became a member of the Nar tribe.

When Yan Timur was three years old, his mother died of exhaustion from overwork, and in the winter of that year, Yan Timur became seriously ill due to grief. Originally, a woman from the Uyghur tribe named Zhan Ju became the person who took care of Yan Timur. Zhan Ju, who had lost her daughter in the spring, wept as she looked at the pale and purple-lipped Yan Timur, and she held the little boy's hand tightly and prayed to the heavenly shrine and the lama to bring the poor child back to life.

I don't know if it was the gods or which benevolent lama responded to her, and Yan Timur survived the cold winter. In the spring season, when everything is in full bloom, Yan Timur is alive again.

It was a good time for the rivers to rush and the grass to sprout, and Timur wanted to play with the children of the Nar tribe, but one of them said, "Get out of here!" You, sick seedling, we don't want to play with you. Another child said, "That is, you, the inferior tribesmen who have been snatched from the Uyghur tribe, cannot play with us." ”

Yan Timur was a little sad, and some tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Although children are equal in some grassland rules, they never pay attention to equality.

The children of the defeated tribes were able to sleep in small cots in collective tents, compared to the children of the Nar tribes, who could sleep on the better, softer tent beds. Yan Timur hugged Zhan Ju, his closest friend, and he felt the softness and warmth of Zhan Ju, an adult woman, as if he had returned to his mother's arms. Every child's first acquaintance with a woman begins with their mother.

However, this chrysanthemum has quite a good figure and posture. That night, Yan Timur watched a burly man walk into the camp, rudely threw away the needle and thread in Zhan Ju's hand, and picked her up, Zhan Ju did not shout, she looked at Yan Timur's body standing in a daze, and some tears flowed in her somewhat numb eyes. An hour later, Zhan Ju was walking a little crookedly, her hair and clothes were a little messy, and there were some wet stains on her clothes. Yan Timur sat up, looked at Zhan Ju through some moonlight falling from the skylight, and said, "What happened to you that man?" How do you have scars on your face and neck? Did he hit you? Zhan Ju walked up to Yan Timur, and the two hugged each other tightly. Tears flowed on Zhan Ju's face, but in Yan Timur's eyes there was a rage of provocation of dignity and personality, perhaps even he didn't know why he was so angry, his body trembled, exuding a lot of energy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"What's wrong with you? Yan Timur. Zhan Ju felt that something was wrong, she put the child on the bed, called some water, wiped his body, and finally, the situation of the large amount of heat stopped, and the child was already unconscious.

When Yan Timur was five years old, he once again ushered in a major change in his life. His adoptive mother, Zhan Ju, died, and was tossed alive by two men from the Nar tribe. That night, he followed the man and Zhanju and watched them enter a tent, followed by a long wail and a muffled man's voice. Yan Timur tried to open the tent door, but his small body was unable to open the locked iron door. He could only sit in despair in front of the tent door, bowing his head and crying quietly.

The men came out, and one of the men said, "This woman is really weak enough, except for her appearance and figure, she is not satisfactory in other aspects." Third, next time we will find someone with a hard body, otherwise it will not be good to lose interest. ”

"Yo, why is there a kid here? It can't be her son, hahaha, it's funny. Let's go, this is the grassland, it's so beautiful! Another man said with a smile.

"What happened to the chrysanthemum?" Yan Timur hurriedly got up and ran into the tent with a rolling belt. It was the first time that Yan Timur had seen a woman's body fully unfolded in front of him, and he looked at the hatred in the woman's wide eyes, the hopeless pale on her cheeks. Yan Timur shouted as he pushed the woman's arm with his hand. "Zhan Ju, Zhan Ju, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Zhan Ju. Seeing that the woman did not respond, he put his finger on Zhan Ju's nose, and there was not even a trace of breath.

"Ahh Zhanju is dead! Zhanju is dead! You, all you, you all die! I want all of you, all of you, all dead! Yan Timur's face turned red instantly, his eyes flashed with a murderous light, and he pulled out a small knife hidden on his body and went directly towards the two men who were watching the play. The speed of the five-year-old Yan Timur exceeded the expectations of the two, and he stabbed a man in the body, but no matter how fast it was, could it be as fast as a fourth-level warrior? The man knocked out the boy's dagger in one fell swoop, subduing him in a few strokes.

"Boy, you can't get anything on the grassland with anger alone, and I can kill you easily, understand? Strength, that's power. The man knocked Yan Timur unconscious with a punch.

Then, the two left.

Since then, Yan Timur has become a complete loner. He became lonely and silent. At the age of twelve, he began to get more food, but that little more than the working women, and it required him to do more than ten hours of hard and dirty work every day. The skinny Yan Timur really felt hunger in the process of polishing the Yuan Point, that terrible abyss-like hunger tortured him all day long, and he really wanted to eat enough food! He gritted his teeth and looked at a green cow, and he wanted to swallow it all!

That night, Yan Timur ran to the corral and slaughtered a young green ox with a knife, dragging out the flesh of the green ox. Ran away from the tent and began to drink the blood of the green cow and eat the meat of the green cow. He let out a howl as he felt the ache in his stomach ease, a large amount of raw flesh and blood entering his stomach. However, it was this howl that caused the men to catch him, and they looked at Yan Timur's whole body bent over the blood, thinking that it was a steppe wolf that had broken in. Under the beating, Yan Timur made a noise in the process of being beaten, and the herdsmen knew that he was a stealer, but they still beat Yan Timur to death.

Hang it, tie it up with an iron chain, and place it on a wooden shelf. It wasn't until three days later that Yan Timur was still alive, he opened his eyes weakly, looked at the onlookers, and was then put down. Taking care of Yan Timur was a girl from another small tribe who had been robbed, and her name was Lianzhen.

Lian Zhen was a year older than Yan Timur, Yan Timur looked at this gentle girl, her face had some small freckles, and her newly developed body still showed her beauty. As time passed, this Lianzhen and Yan Timur gradually became acquainted, and their relationship became good. This mercy is gradually becoming pretty. Yan Timur spent a difficult year and finally ignited the first yuan point. This first meta point was like a lifesaver for him, which meant that he could hunt some first-level demon beasts alone to get enough food for himself.

It was an afternoon, and the thirteen-year-old Yan Timur carried a first-class spotted deer and a bow and arrow on his back, his face was full of radiance and excitement, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the short, thin boy. He wanted to share that joy with Reijin. However, he saw a tall, athletic and handsome boy walking with Ren Zhen, the two talking and laughing, and Ren Zhen holding a bouquet of purple willow orchids in his hand. This flower blooms in the spring and is delicate and bright.

Yan Timur silently returned to his tent.

Sixteen-year-old Yan Timur had already ignited eight yuan points, and at this time he had already been recognized by the Nar tribe. And when he saw that Lianzhen was dressed in red silk and married to the son of the tribal leader, his heart was a little sad.

From then on, a brilliant life began. Yan Timur, who became a fourth-level war master, became extremely powerful, and at the fourth level, he was able to defeat a fifth-level war master, and his terrifying bravery and unreasonably strong physical strength made him a shining tribal warrior. As he looked up at the distant city of Sultaniyeh, his tall body fell silent, and his ambition burned.

A year later, Yan Timur killed the two fifth-level warriors who had killed Zhan Ju, and then fled the Nar tribe.

Ten years later, at the age of twenty-seven, Yan Timur became a seventh-level leyline war master, and he uprooted the Nar tribe. On that day, he coldly and mercilessly killed all the Nar tribesmen, including women and children. He watched as the screams of the unjust spirits flowed through the tribe, and the raging fire buried the entire tribe.

At this time, he was already a captain. The last one he killed was Reijin, who looked at the delicate, smooth woman, and he didn't speak, letting her pleas ring in his ears. Perhaps, this is all that comes with the power of power, which has the right to take the lives of others at will. In his heart, since Lianzhen had been dating the chief's son, she was no longer the innocent and immaculate woman.

From then on, the famous captain began to indulge in sensuality, and he tried all the things that could make him feel a little solace in his enjoyment and empty soul, such as glamorous and seductive women, extremely luxurious wine and meat, cherished rare gems, fierce and hot dances, passionate music, and so on. Until, his desire to become more powerful than these simple things.

More than thirty years later, he became an eighth-level Sky War Division. He followed the army of the Khan of the Sea and Mountains to fight everywhere.

More than fifty years later, the one hundred and seventeen-year-old Yan Timur Uygur had achieved the rank nine Condensing Star Battle Master, and at this time, he still had a long way to go before igniting the remaining unknown Yuan Points.

At the age of three hundred and twenty-seven, he became a Starlight Wheel Warrior.

When he was four hundred and eighty-four years old, he obtained an elixir from somewhere and poisoned the then northern khan of the country, the son of the Khan of the North, Kusala. At the age of 500, he became the teacher of the sixteen-year-old eldest prince, the eldest prince of the Elder Prince.

Today, the 769-year-old Zhenxi Wang Xinghui Wheel Warrior Yan Timur Uyghur sits in Batu Sarai on the western border of the Terence Khanate. He is no longer the poor boy, no longer a lamb to be slaughtered, but the prince Yan Timur in the entire Terence Khanate, who is in power and no one dares to underestimate him!