About three days ago, outside the Duke Mansion of the Star Luo Empire.

"Why?!"

"Why is God so unfair to me? Why was I given such a fate?! ”

"What the hell am I ...... What did you do wrong......?! Why, you answer me?! ”

A teenager is holding the tombstone in front of him and crying bitterly, his mind, constantly flashing pictures of the past, cold winter day, he and his mother in the dilapidated lower room hugging each other for warmth, mother took out a piece of baked cake from her arms and handed it to his child, and all he saw was his mother's hot red skin.

"Mommy—Mommy—" The boy wept bitterly in his own consciousness and hugged his mother, just as he was holding a tombstone engraved with his mother's name engraved at this moment, and finally sobbed, "Mom, I don't like to eat baked cakes, don't bring them to me again...... I, I don't like the ...... of pancakes."

"It's Mom, I'm sorry for you." The voice sounded in the teenager's head, "Mom...... I can only accompany Xiao Yuhao here......"

"Don't, don't!" The young man hugged his mother in consciousness and the tombstone in reality, curled up his body, "Mom, I will protect you, your Xiao Yuhao is already level ten, and you can get the first soul ring and become a soul master immediately!" ”

"Huh? Just because you're a waste, you also want to become a soul master? In the young man's consciousness, a young man with different colored eyes stood in front of him and his mother, "You don't even have the white tiger martial soul of my Dai family, and you are worthy of saying that you can become a soul master?" ”

In the nightmare imagined by the young man, the young man with different eyes raised his feet contemptuously and kicked at his dying mother.

"Don't! No! The boy shouted in horror, he tried his best to hold his mother, but the other party's delicate boots passed through his body, as if he was just a disembodied phantom, but he could feel the heart-rending pain of his body being penetrated.

In the end, the leather boots stepped heavily on the woman's body, making a heavy muffled sound, and the woman was trampled on the abdomen, and both she and the boy coughed up a mouthful of black-red blood.

"Hahaha! What else would you do besides saying don't? The young man with different eyes laughed loudly, his voice full of sarcasm, "Recognize yourself!" Suck it up! Hahahaha! ”

"Dai Huabin!" The young man was angry, he raised his hand, trying to push the other party away from his mother, "Your words can't confuse me, I won't give in!" ”

However, his actions fell short.

Just like when Dai Huabin abused his mother, his whole person was illusory, and this time, his hands once again passed through Dai Huabin's body without hindrance.

He is like a transparent person, and there is no place for him in this world...... No, he probably shouldn't have existed in this world at all. He heard screams and coughing up blood from behind him, and his mother was being abused behind him to the point where she couldn't scream.

The boy fell into the air and fell to his knees, everything he did was useless, he hated himself, he hated himself for not being able to do anything!

At this time, Dai Huabin leaned down like a worm struggling on the ground and handed the young man a sharp weapon. The boy forcibly propped himself up, staring blankly at what was in front of him, it was a white dagger.

"How? What do you think? Familiar, right? Dai Huabin's voice was full of temptation and ridicule, "Remember, who used to hold it?" Do you know it, why is it with me? ”

"Hah...... Ha...... White...... Tiger Dagger! The boy's eyes were full of mist, and he gasped for breath, and his voice trembled.

"That's right! Right! Turn your head and say what you think! Dai Huabin's voice surrounded his ears, "Your mother Huo Yun'er ......"

He possessed himself again, lowered his head and brought his lips to the boy's ear, and his voice was soft, as if to tell him the greatest secret in the world.

"She's — she's dead...... Heehe

Click-Dai Huabin's words and cheap smile are as fierce as the claws of an evil tiger, and they are like the silent tide surging under the ice.

Under the stunned eyes, the young man's state of mind hidden in the depths of his soft heart was like glass, shattered by the tiger from top to bottom and undercurrent from the inside out.

Mom...... He's dead...... This dilapidated house was the end of her life......

Mom, it's really dead...... I failed to protect her...... She was kicked to death in front of me, and I couldn't protect her, and I was treated like waste by those who knew about it...... The rest of his life can only be spent in blame and remorse......

However, why did the mother stay smiling and holding her breath in the last moments, she ...... Don't you hate?

"Because I have a child who loves me and a husband whom I love." That's what the voice says.

But the boy looked at his dead mother, and then listened to his still beating heartbeat, and his mother's words turned into a noisy sob.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo-"

In the noisy sobbing, mixed with a little clear call, Huo Yuhao remembered, this voice came from his mother's martial spirit, and his mother's martial soul was a kind of owl.

When he was a child, his mother took him to the woods outside the Duke's Palace, took him to identify all kinds of wild plants, and tried to teach him to understand the owl's words.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo-"

Huo Yuhao listened to the cry of the owl hidden in the sobbing, and he understood. Mom is saying-

I also want to be loved, and I also want my own Woo-ho to be loved......

His shattered state of mind turned into sharp glass, and bloody words were carved into his heart, which were his crazy and sharp inner monologues. The stinging pain from his heart spread along with his tears, and the most vivid red flowers bloomed beneath his mother.

What are these? Is that what I want to say? Why am my mother dead but I'm still alive...... Is it my fault?

How do I do that?

"Goo-"

…… Kill him.

In his consciousness, the boy seemed to have suddenly woken up, but his gaze was as empty as his nightmare in reality, and he stood up like a puppet.

He snatched the white tiger dagger from the other party's hand, and then used all his strength to stab at Dai Huabin, who was abusing his mother behind him!

One, two, three!

It's just that, not surprisingly, the moment the white tiger dagger was snatched away, it also became nothing, and all the attacks passed through Dai Huabin's body again, stabbing at the mother behind him who was no longer breathing! Puff puff puff left a deeper scar on my mother's body.

The glass that had shattered his state of mind, the glass that cut the bloody wound on his heart, pierced deeper into it.

The weak monologue he had carved into his heart became unfamiliar at this moment, and he began to recognize the words he had just written on his heart.

The crooked strokes began to spin and combine into an even more distorted image, the faces of Dai Huabin and the Duchess, the mother and son together with their index fingers in the corners of their eyes and spitting out bloody tongues, with two words underneath the frame.

These two words he knew - waste.

His expression was in a trance, and he suddenly looked back, and the past ten years were suddenly vivid, the back of his father's departure, the indifference of everyone in the Duke's Palace, and the injustice and grievances suffered by himself and his mother, and he knelt in front of the Duchess in order to treat his mother's wounds and was kicked away......

He suddenly understood that some people in this world are born wrong, and no one will save you. Just as he questioned God, those who questioned the injustice of fate and hoped that someone would come and save him were the people that no one cared about and the whole world would not save.

Finally, he remembered that his mother put the hot baked cakes in his clothes in order to give him a mouthful of hot food in winter, just so that her cute Xiao Yuhao would not have to eat cold potatoes...... Xiao Yuhao stared blankly at his mother's hot red and broken chest......

"Goo-goo-goo-goo-"

"Xiao Yuhao has to eat them all, so that he can raise his body well."

"Xiao Yuhao has awakened the ontological martial spirit, this kind of one-in-a-million thing happened to my little man, it's really God's favor."

"When Yuhao grows up, he can take his mother out of the house, Yuhao will take his mother to find his father, okay?"

"Yuhao...... Yuhao ......"

"Little Rain Hiroshi ......"

"Don't feel sorry for your mother, my mother is very strong, and this injury is nothing at all...... That dad is busy, he is a great general and a hero of the empire! If you can't distract him, then mom will be sad......"

"Don't worry about your mother, women love a man......"

"Yuhao ......"

"Goo-goo..."

The mother's soft words were like the cry he had heard in the young man's heart, clear and tactful; and as thunder and thunder; It was like a sharp knife piercing him in the heart.

He sat on the ground dumbfounded, his eyes hollow, and muttered to himself, "Strong...... Minor wounds, baked cakes...... Chest, red, painful ......"

Small wounds, sad hearts, painful ......

"Ahh No!!! Why didn't I die? The eleven-year-old boy let out a desperate roar, he finally collapsed, since his mother is dead, he can't kill Dai Huabin, so it's better to cut himself off.

He raised the white tiger dagger and stabbed it towards his chest.

He didn't want to live anymore.

However, he did not show any injuries, all the attacks failed again, and he could not even kill himself!

Dai Huabin stood beside him, scratching his cheeks with a sharp mouth, dancing with his hands, his fingers sliding down the corners of his eyes, and his bloody tongue spitting out of his mouth, although he didn't speak, but the voice still reached his ears: "Waste." ”

He stumbled and fell, gasping for breath, and slammed his head against the wall next to him, clumsy and ferocious, but still useless, because he could still hear Dai Huabin's voice: "Waste... Waste..."

I'm dying, right? Dai Huabin's voice is getting smaller and smaller......

……

"ε=(ο'*)))) Alas......" Above the heavens, I don't know who uttered a sigh. Then, a wave of rippling energy came, shattering the nightmare that the boy had fallen into.

The boy was still huddled in front of his mother's grave, his face covered with blood and tears, his hands clenched a white dagger, which stabbed into his chest, a large amount of blood splashed on his clothes, and his head was weak but fell to the tombstone one by one, and his head was bleeding.

The nameless energy came again, and an illusory figure floated out of the grave, his eyes hollow, enveloped in that energy. Her empty gaze, as if searching for something, finally landed on the boy on the ground.

"Yuhao ......"

"If he passes the test, you'll be reunited." In the nameless energy, a voice came, "Time, it won't be too long. ”

A light rain fell, washing the boy, healing all the hideous wounds on his body, and some of the rain entered his body along his wounds and pores, silently nourishing the meridians, and repairing his soul by the way.

The large blood stains in front of him were also washed away by the strange wash. Nothing happened, just a night rain that was not too big or too small.

"Hopefully, this rising star, will succeed."

Thank you for your support and tickets~

This is what happened to Huo Yuhao before he ran away from home, and the time point can be seen as that after he buried his mother, he was treated coldly in the Duke's Mansion and missed his mother, and then ran to his mother's grave to pray. In the end, stimulated by this incident, he finally decided to run away from home.

Let's do the math.

(End of chapter)