The moonlight was as light as water, through the boy's messy hair, and fell on his pale face.

The stiff dirt beneath the boy was stained with blood.

His thin, short body was dressed in tattered clothes that could barely be called, and through the few openings in the corners of his trousers, a few bloody bite marks could be clearly seen.

The boy tilted his head sideways, stretched out his left hand, and placed it on his face, looking at the fan-like crescent moon between his index and middle fingers.

It's just that the boy's eyes are very blank, as if he has had some real dream.

In his dream, there was a place called the Demon Realm, and he seemed to have become a warrior called Yuanya, where he lived for many years.

Yuanya is a battle maniac.

He fights almost all the time!

Fight one after another, to the death.

But he hated war, and liked to be alone watching the fire in the furnace, listening to the tinkling of the beating, and building one magic weapon after another.

Every time he touched the newly forged divine weapon in his hand, he reached a peaceful unity in his mind.

But one day, an inexplicable strangeness suddenly descended from his world, and the entire Demon Realm became no longer suitable for survival.

He followed the three emperors of the clan to attack one realm after another, because the Demon Race was a kind of anti-heaven race that needed to absorb a large amount of Xuan Qi.

He didn't think that this talent was a gift from God, but more like a curse.

He was ahead of every battle because he had nothing to worry about. His two parents were refiners, and in order to practice the ultimate artifact, they sacrificed their lives. And his lover also died early on the battlefield.

The girl was half shattered, and Yuanya picked her up from the middle of the enemy line. She tried to squeeze a smile, with a rippling smile in her eyes, and with her only remaining hand, she stroked his cheek from the first cry, and pretended to be relaxed: "Kiss me."

They have been fighting together for 30,000 years, they like each other in their hearts, and both sides understand their hearts, but on the battlefield, they are not allowed to fall in love, and their children are long.

He had thought of the end of the war and proposed to her.

But there is no end to the war.

He had never kissed her, he only thought about how to survive on the battlefield, and before another war came, the pain of losing one comrade after another made him feel heavy almost every day, let alone hugging her, and even the idea of kissing could not be generated.

It's just that as soon as he thought about what position to kiss her warm lips, there was a click, and her entire body shattered without warning.

Each fight made him stronger and tougher.

In the last battle in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Zeus Demon Clan was defeated.

The three emperors of the clan were defeated by a newly promoted Heavenly Spirit Realm Lord, and the entire clan was sealed in a speck of dust and sealed forever.

In the end, the three emperors of the clan found him from the oracle left by their distant ancestor and understood that the key to breaking the game was in him.

After that, the Three Emperors spent 110,000 years fusing their exercises into one and imparting to him this painstakingly assembled divine skill.

But when he broke the seal, he was eroded by the power of mystery, and his body was destroyed in the endless years, and the demon spirit was almost wiped out.

He slowly gathered strength in his slumber and waited for recovery.

Yuanya's memories linger in the boy's mind! It's like a projection of the past life, falling in front of the eyes of the next life.

And the boy himself, it seems, does not have his own name. Since he was a child, his father called him "Miscellaneous", while his mother liked to call him "Baby", and his younger sister, who had just learned to walk, only called him "Gege" a few times. Passers-by often call him a "wild child" or a "thief".

The boy seems to be born without a name.

If there is, he thinks he should be called "baby".

And the old beggar, who seems to have a few drops of ink in his belly, wants to give the boy a catchy name.

However, the boy just shook his head.

The boy felt the same with or without a name. Or maybe you don't deserve a good name.

The reason why the boy was homeless became a "wild child".

That's because. At that time, a handsome young uncle came to the family and talked with his mother in the courtyard for a day. At that time, the irascible father, who came back drunk, angrily took the pole used by Maimi, slammed open the door, and waved it at his mother, beating and scolding; "Stinky woman, dare to steal a man's ...... behind Lao Tzu's back"

The boy's father usually doesn't know the severity of his shots, and when he gets drunk, he doesn't know how to leave anything to spare, and he beats harder.

In this way, the mother was beaten silently.

On the day of her mother's burial, her sister was also abducted and could not be found.

That night, my father, who was already sober, scolded secretly in the back room, "This damn it, so unbeaten......"

At that time, the angry boy took a kitchen knife and quietly walked to his snoring father's bed, and wanted to stab his father's bare round belly like the neighbor's butcher uncle usually kills pigs.

In the end, the boy took advantage of the night and ran away from home.

The boy couldn't hate this damn father. Although I grit my teeth with hatred every time I think of this father, this hatred will eventually be like a deflated ball, and it can't be puffed up.

In his memory, the boy hated a boy named Zuo Xian Yihao very much.

It is said that the southeast street of Tianhuang Town, compared with other neighborhoods, is inhabited by more wealthy businessmen and officials. The rich there, dressed in slippery and bright satin, eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas that can be different every day.

When the boy over there goes out, not only does he not have to go to the ground, but he can ride a horse and sit proudly. Moreover, he was surrounded by six or seven subordinates who could call at any time and nod their heads.

The boy sometimes can't help but sigh that he is only slightly inferior to the real dragon son who sits on the throne in the story.

The Zuo family is a prestigious family, and it is also a first-class family on Southeast Street. Zuo Xianhao is the son of the Zuo family, and his father Zuo Guangren is the head of the Zuo family, and he is a big official, but many people don't know how big an official he is.

Zuo Xianhao is a handsome-looking and bookish gentle young man.

In addition to drinking as friends, he usually makes friends with all kinds of people.

And he likes to collect all kinds of ancient books and poems, and often buys them at a high price, and I heard that hundreds of books have been stored.

Not to mention that he is very respectful to his elders, and he is also kind to his entourage on the left and right, and there is no slightest shelf, so everyone knows it in Tianhuang Town.

There is really a kind of humble son's demeanor, gentle as jade.

However, the boy had a very bad impression of Zuo Xianhao and felt that this person was insidious and hypocritical.

Two years ago, it was the middle of summer.

The boy happened to be in Qingnu Lake, and wanted to catch a water bird or a fat fish.

In the small town's Qingnu Lake, in summer, flocks of waterfowl often build nests on the three small islands in the middle of the lake.

The fish in the water are also fatter than the other, like a competition to see who has more weight.

At that time, the boy hid in a pile of floating grass and buried himself in the grass, leaving only a gap to watch the wind, like a small boat drifting down the wind to the island. As soon as the floating grass touches the island, it immediately becomes difficult, even if it can't catch the birds, and the eggs left behind are also very satisfying.

Floating grass is a special plant in this world, which often grows on the surface of water with slower currents and wider waters. Its rhizomes float on the surface of the water and are not rooted in the dirt.

Because of its high buoyancy, floating grass is often used for shipbuilding.

Halfway through, though, the wind changed.

I saw a man and a woman sitting in the wooden pavilion by the lake.

Maybe it's because those two are the most beautiful looks a boy has ever seen in his life, so he remembered it at once.

And that man is Zuo Xianyi.

At that time, Zuo Xian was dressed in white, and with the hand behind his back, he was secretly taking out a package of paper balls from Xiukou, and used his tail finger and ring finger to clip something in the paper ball.

Zuo Xian smiled lightly: "Miss Wen, I'll toast you first." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, raised the jade cup, and toasted the girl in green clothes and a light veil.

When he lifted the wine glass from Zhuo's face, raised it by more than two inches, and shook his hand, there was a pill-like particle, which rolled down to the wine glass of the girl in green silently.

All this seems to be unaware, but the boy with the cat in the floating grass can see it clearly.

After Zuo Xian sat down very chicly, he made a gesture of please.

The green-clothed girl known as "Wen Girl" quietly prepared to return to drink.

At that time, the boy had just heard from the old beggar that the robbers of the green forest would often poison passers-by with poison, and the poisoning was always sneaky and invisible.

The boy didn't know what Zuo Xian was going to do, but if it was sneaky, it must not be a good thing.

Suddenly, the boy came out of the pile of floating grass and asked loudly.

"That woman, don't drink that glass of wine, he's going to poison you."

Suddenly, boys and girls were taken aback.

I don't know if it's because of the thief's weak heart, or because I was really scared by the boy who suddenly appeared.

Zuo Xian's jade cup, accidentally, fell off from his hand, and the wine splashed on his white clothes.

However, Zuo Xian was calm, patted his clothes casually, and his eyes were full of apologies, "Such a beautiful day, I don't want to be ruined by the country urchins, it's really ruined." It's because I'm not prepared. punish yourself with a cup, and look forward to Miss Wen Haihan. ”

Immediately, he was not in a hurry, and did not let the maid who was standing aside to serve the wine add wine, so he repurchased a porcelain wine glass, poured it to the full, and drank it all with his head up.

When the domestic servants arrived in the distance, the boy had already jumped into the lake and disappeared.

Three days later, as the boy passed by a street corner on Southeast Street, he was grabbed by the hair and dragged into a hidden alley.

That's three people, who is one of them if it's not Zuo Xianyihao?

The other two, one was a servant with a knife, the other a dirty beggar.

Zuo Xian's eyes were calm, and he didn't smile and said: "It's a big thing to spoil me, and a thousand knives are not enough to vent your anger!" ”

At this time, Zuo Xianhao, the son of Wen Qian, rode on the boy as if he had been taken away by a demon, wrapped his right hand three times with a silk cloth, clenched his fist, and hammered the boy's face.

The boy knew that there was more luck than luck, and he learned from the hero who suffered in the story, and stubbornly spit out two bloody front teeth in his face.

Zuo Xian screamed, hurriedly jumped away from the boy, his whole face was twisted and trembled, and he took out the silk silk and wiped it in disgust, as if he had stepped on dog shit, and the pariah made him feel disgusted.

After a while, Zuo Xian's original hideous expression quickly calmed down, and he said coldly: "I'll let you know tonight, there are some things that shouldn't be taken care of." There are some people who should not be provoked. Pay attention in the next life! ”

Zuo Xian said with a smile and waved his hand at the servant with the knife.

The servant with the knife comprehended, drew the knife, and asked Zuo Xian for a while: "Hands, legs, or ......"

Without waiting for the servant with the knife to finish speaking, Zuo Xian said lightly: "It's all chopped." ”

At this moment, the boy lying on the ground threw a palm of fine sand on the servant with a knife, and then jumped up like an ape, jumped on Zuo Xian's back, grabbed his collar, and bit his neck.

Zuo Xian's neck was slumped, and blood flowed like a torrent of blood, and he shouted in his mouth, "Don't be impulsive...... It's good to discuss......"

Eventually, the boy escaped by burrowing into the dog hole.

Fortunately, it was a beggar who came in through the dog hole, and if it was Zuo Xian Yihao or a servant with a knife, the boy would definitely not be able to escape.

After that, the boy lay on the old beggar's broken mat for a month before he could walk around, which shows that Zuo Xian's hands were vicious.