When He Feng saw the white jade masks of those people, his whole person was already trembling.

"I'm still very valuable, please give me another chance."

The cold temperature of these hands reminded He Feng of a long, long time ago, when he was far from thinking that his future would be so ups and downs.

At that time, he was just a very ordinary person in the vast crowd.

When the man in the white jade mask first found him, he was only up to the man's waist.

Startled, he hid the skinned rabbit behind him.

Man always dislikes the other, and although he was young at the time, he knew that heresy would be regarded as an alternative existence.

But when the man saw what he was hiding behind him, he didn't say anything disdainful.

He also held out his hand to him.

He had a jar in his hand that looked like water.

"Drink." The man in the white jade mask said in a tone full of commands, "Drink now." ”

Probably the look of resistance on his face was too obvious.

The man said, "If you don't drink it, I'll let the children over there know what kind of person you are, and you say, today you are skinning a live rabbit, and tomorrow you want to peel something else?" Guess what they'll think of you? ”

Fearing to be taken for an anomaly, he shook his hands and drank the unknown thing, he thought, maybe it was Venom!

Surprisingly, nothing happened.

Until he forgot about this matter, because he realized that he was different, it was no longer the kind of difference that was tortured and killed, but the kind that could bring him tangible benefits, and he could feel that his thoughts in refining weapons were constantly becoming clearer.

He could easily understand some of the things that the teachers in the academy said, even when children his age were confused.

The magic weapons he made gradually became different from others'.

And the refining weapon often relies on that moment of inspiration, and when he satisfies his own 'abuse' selfish desires, the refining inspiration will continue to emerge.

Of course, even if he doesn't torture and kill some things, he can have a lot of inspiration, but he finally has a reason to be righteous.

He told his friends and teachers that to make the best magic weapons, he needed to constantly dissect the bone armor of those spirit beasts, and to understand why they were so powerful, so that they could be used in refining weapons.

The fools really believed it.

His evil desires are spread out in the sun, and together with the evil desires of others, they can ignore and even 'justify' as long as it is good for them, even if it is a matter that hurts a few.

Everyone is the same.

No different.

In this way, he always thought that he would never see the weirdo who forced him to drink strange things that day.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, he actually saw a person wearing a white jade mask standing in front of his bed again at night.

This time he didn't even say a word, and poured the familiar thing into his mouth.

During that time, he was already a little groggy and couldn't lift his strength, and the refining weapon always went wrong.

So the guy crept into his room, and by the time he found out, the guy had already poured the cold stuff into his mouth.

At that time, he heard the guy say in a very mocking tone: "Well done, you should thank us, they all think of you as a genius." ”

Then he fell down and fainted.

When he woke up, there were no wounds on his body and no discomfort.

On the contrary, I felt a lot better in grogginess.

He was holding his head and his heart was beating fast, what was to thank them?

He's a genius!

He has been different since he was a child, those people, none of them can be compared to him, he is a natural 'predator' and is not the same as those who obediently touch their noses and their own small spirit beasts, he is not hypocritical!

With anger and no control at all, he began to expand his hunting area.

He was no longer satisfied with some ordinary wild spirit beasts, he wanted spirit beasts that grew in a warm home, and looked at their innocent eyes showing fear and horror towards him.

I also want to trample on the 'geniuses' in those people's mouths, what spirit beasts, people, demons, peeling off the skin are just the same bloody flesh and bones.

It is to be a stepping stone under his feet.

His movements were so big that he finally alarmed the Mother Tree's side.

He was locked up.

But what does it matter? Those who have received his favor will help him, and his talent will save his life, how can those mortals be compared to a genius like him.

But in the years of detention.

He also gradually forgot about the strange man with the white jade mask.

In fact, he knew in his heart that there was something wrong with what those people gave him to drink, but he never wanted to admit that he was so unique.

But at this moment, feeling the cold hand covering his face, he trembled, "Let go, let me go once." ”

"I'm special, aren't I?"

"Isn't it possible that you chose me because I was special?"

He thought of the useless magic weapon drawings that he handed in, but was beaten and degraded by Lingkun and them.

I thought that I couldn't see what was wrong with my drawings, but I could see at a glance where the drawings of Hua Xuan were subtle.

He was terrified.

Just like when he looked at the children who were learning to refine with the teacher, the poor students couldn't see where they were bad, but they could see where the works of the top students were good, they looked from the bottom up, and the talented people looked down from the top.

"I'm special, and I'll create value for you again."

"Don't kill me, you must have gotten something from me all these years, right? I don't know what the water is? Give me another can of that water, and I'll continue to help you!" His voice grew louder and louder, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

The man wearing the white jade mask laughed directly when he saw this.

"Special?"

"Yes, you are very special, very bad, and at first glance you are a person who can stir up the wind and rain." The man's words shattered his pride.

Hua Xuan didn't defeat him, and neither did Yin Nian, because He Feng was extremely narcissistic and confident.

"It's not us, you're just a waste who likes to torture and kill people."

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

"What more value do you bring to us?"

The man looked at He Feng below with contempt, "Painting Xuan's talent is innate and unique to her." ”

"But you, what is fake is fake, how can you compare it with the natural?"

"No!!" He Feng's throat overflowed with a roar of pain, just like everyone who had died under his hands before.

The masked man grabbed his head.

Si Tiao rubbed his hands slowly.

A gust of wind blew, and he disappeared in place, leaving only a strange smell that could not be dispersed, and a little hard clay idea used to make a clay sculpture next to the corner.