On the cliffs.

Ah Tai's eyes were a little blood-red, and in the picture behind him, a middle-aged man was already full of holes, but he was barely struggling and still had to get up.

It's a pity that it was accompanied by that cold glow, as well as blood flowers.

He fell to the ground weakly.

A figure with his back to the picture walked into the distance, grabbed a child, held it in his hand, and gradually walked away.

And after that...

The child was dumped on the truck.

Inside the truck, it was full of children.

The road was long, and in despair, fear, the truck stopped.

Figures with blurred faces stood in a row, each picking up a child, and began to climb and weave through the mountains and forests.

Hide your figure as much as possible.

Some were caught by patrol officers.

Some are lucky enough to bypass the level and enter the demon realm.

The child from the main perspective was brought into the demon realm like this.

The picture turns, and the children are soaked in pools of blood, making cries of pain.

Day after day, year after year.

Eventually, some of these children could not withstand the transformation and died.

Some survived and grew stronger.

Atai is one of the survivors.

He has a muscular build and is massive.

The demon beasts were observing him as if they were looking at the goods, and they were still talking about something.

Only Atai remained where he was, dazed.

At this point, the picture is almost untenable.

With a pained face, Ah Tai half-knelt on the stairs in the air, his muscles bulging and constantly letting out a low roar.

'Forget it, don't look at it...'

'Jump, everything is free...'

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, there were bursts of whispering.

Ah Tai kept panting, supporting the energy ladder with his hands, barely standing up, his bloodshot eyes looking at the top of the opposite mountain, and stepping out.

The picture changes again!

In the dark night, Atai kept running through the woods.

Several monsters chased after him.

Before he knew it, Atai was covered in scars and was dying.

But...

After all, I still came to the foot of the mountain on the side of the Demon Pass.

"Get out!"

An icy voice rang out, and the scepter rose into the air, glowing holy.

The demons retreated.

At the top of the mountain, the old man opened his eyes and frowned slightly at the fallen to the ground, who had passed out.

The scepter shines brightly.

Atai's figure floated up and landed beside him.

After observing for a long time, the old man let out a soft sigh, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

"Poor boy."

The wrinkled palm of his hand swiped lightly, and the wounds on Atai's body continued to heal.

The old man stood up and looked into the distance.

A famous demon beast gathered at the foot of the mountain, ready to move.

Obviously, the target is none other than Artey.

"I said..."

"Get out!"

A rolling word, constantly echoing in the air, thunder and thunder.

A group of monsters retreated restlessly.

His eyes were full of unwillingness.

It was as if the sleeping Atay was very important to them.

But in the end, he was forced to disperse due to the pressure of the old man.

"I can keep you... It's only the Ink Academy..."

Whispering, he sent Atai to the bottom of the mountain.

When Atai woke up, there was only a piece of paper with a string of numbers written on it.

But...

Atai picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and finally threw it away.

"This little one... Are you illiterate? ”

The old man at the top of the mountain looked at this scene and gasped.

……

Atai's steps are getting faster and faster, and the image in mid-air is still flickering.

From the initial fear, despair, to the later enrollment.

The scenes are like slides, showing Atai's life.

until the new ladder is down.

A famous demon beast gathered again, just like back then, with irrepressible greed and tyranny in his eyes.

"Ah!!h

Atai paused, and the past haunted his heart like a demon.

Pain, fear, collapse ...

All kinds of negative emotions are like arms sticking out of the abyss, trying to drag him down.

Until the catastrophe is gone.

"Atai!"

"There's me!"

Faintly, the voice of the rest of his life seemed to sound in his ears.

Just like the night before yesterday, the rest of my life calmly spoke.

In the picture behind you...

For the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng... One by one, figures appeared, standing beside Atai, looking at each other and smiling.

For a while, the previous palpitating feeling of depression seemed to be swept away.

When I looked at those demon beasts again, I wasn't so afraid.

"Atai, they're going to hit me, what should I do?"

Sun Wen laughed.

"Can't hurt them!"

"They... It's my friend! ”

As if he saw the picture of Sun Wen covered in blood, his eyes were bloody, and for a while Atai exuded a tyrannical atmosphere.

Get up and run ahead.

As if to break through the fog in front of you and punch everything with your fists.

Stairs emerge.

Jumped and landed on the top of a low mountain.

Panting and falling to the ground, looking at the rest of his life, Atai smiled and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Demon Clan... Transformation..."

Sun Yingying looked at Atai, thoughtful, and muttered to himself.

Yu Sheng turned sideways slightly, standing in front of Ah Tai, blocking Sun Yingying's view.

"Heh..."

Looking at this scene, Sun Yingying chuckled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not so careful." ”

"Besides, this is also a good boy of my human race."

"Of course, so do you."

As he spoke, Sun Yingying's gentle gaze stared at the rest of his life.

Peaceful, tranquil.

"Oh, thank you."

In response to him, it was the calm face of the rest of his life, and the perfunctory thanks.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not buying people's hearts."

"You can make my brain into a kind old man."

The corners of Sun Yingying's mouth twitched slightly, still maintaining his elder's aura.

"Oh, okay."

Yu Sheng nodded, his eyes still on the other four paths.

....

Looking at the careless state of the rest of his life, Sun Yingying's desire to win and defeat was instantly aroused, and he rolled up his sleeves: "Child, what is your dream?" ”

"Serve the people."

There was hardly a second of hesitation for the rest of his life.

"Shhhhh

"Why don't you tell the old man that I can't."

Sun Yingying retreated, and kept thinking in his mind: "What do you desire?" ”

"The world is peaceful."

"What's your hobby?"

"Helping those in need."

"Is this a hobby?"

"Hmm."

Listening to such a positive answer, Sun Yingying couldn't help but feel tears for a while.

I always feel like I don't have a child to be sensible.

But the question is...

When you say these words, you can give some expressions!

Moreover, this is something that a Ink Academy student can say?

Hiss...

Yes, indeed.

For a while, Sun Yingying said the last question.

"Do you know the story about the sack?"