Tang drunk's father, named Tang Yunqing, has inexhaustible strength, is diligent and practical, likes to drink, and his daily life is drinking, iron, and smelting, and that's it.

It wasn't until he was in his thirties that he had such a son as Tang Zui, Tang Zui's mother was born with dystocia and pain, and it was late at night, Tang Yunqing had no choice but to pour her a few sips of liquor to reduce some of her pain, so that the midwife gave birth to Tang Zui with an empty wine jar. Fortunately, in the end, the mother and son were safe, so this kid was named with the word "drunk".

However, when Tang was ten years old, it was the afternoon of the summer solstice, and Tang Yunqing suddenly exploded when he was smelting iron in the iron shop, causing the house to catch fire.

The people of the town went to put out the fire, but the fire was like a magic fire, and water was poured on it one after another, but it could not be extinguished. Even Mo Daohan used the cultivation method to attract many water columns out of thin air, but he failed to extinguish the fire and save Tang's drunken parents. Mo Daohan had no choice but to leave in the end, but he was worried about this matter in his heart.

When Tang returned home drunk, the fire was fierce, and the neighbors desperately stopped the child and prevented him from breaking into the burning home, so that he escaped, but his parents became fire people under his gaze and were burned alive by the fire.

The houses were destroyed, and everything was lost. After burying his parents' ashes, Tang found a finger-sized piece of red iron under the burned-out ruins.

He held it in his hand, and suddenly felt a coldness, which invaded his heart and spleen from his palm. He wrapped the red iron around the silk thread to make a pendant and put it around his neck, and never left it for a moment, and whenever he missed his parents, he would take it out and look at it.

Tang was drunk and did not want to continue to live in the dilapidated home, so he built three grass houses by himself on the edge of the cliff in the town. The loneliness that accompanied him was this red alien iron.

This is the only thing his parents left him. When he went out once, Tang Zui encountered a fierce wild boar, and he could only be killed under a desperate fight. He himself couldn't believe that he could fight this beast, as if he had endless strength in his body, and when he fell asleep at night, his brain kept echoing "simulation...... Simulate the word ......".

He guessed that this crimson piece of alien iron must not be extraordinary, and perhaps contained a big secret! Tang Zui tied the alien iron with red thread and wore it as a pendant around his neck.

The death of a loved one also made Tang Zui's character independent and strong. He grew up with the help of some neighbors, and Mo Li was his only playmate. Although their identities are very different, the innocence of their youth is the most precious thing, and they are very happy as long as they see each other.

The obsession that people seek in their lives is happiness, and what can be as happy as the innocence of childhood?

Xiao Mo was lying on top of the haystack with Tang Zui at the moment, and said slowly: "Brother Tang Zui, my mother said that you can't let people hug me casually." ”

Tang drunk let go of Mo Li in his arms and said, "It's your mother again, then I won't hug it." The last time she said she would break my leg when she saw me with you again, and you listened to your mother so much, and I never saw you again. I'm a crab, and my legs aren't enough for your mother to break. Tang was drunk and teased her, pretending to be angry and letting go of Mo Li in his arms and no longer speaking.

Seeing this, Mo Li didn't know how to refute it, her eyes were red, and tears were anxiously swirling in her eyes, and they were about to fall in a blink of an eye.

"Crybaby, when your nose is red when you cry, you become a carrot, haha. Tang drunk hurriedly stood up with a smile, stretched his arms, stretched his lazy body, and let out a cold breath, it was already early in the morning at this moment.

When I looked up, the night sky was not quiet. A faint meteor glides slowly, dragging and long, as if it wants to cut a scar on the sky. The moon also turned red, as if to indicate something.

Mo Xuan suddenly felt a chill, and he didn't know where it came from, but it went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"What's wrong, Xiao Mo?" Tang Zui looked at her who was a little silent, and asked softly.

"I don't know...... Suddenly I felt so cold, as if something bad was about to happen...... "Mo Li curled up, hugged his legs, and slowly sat on the grass.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will protect you, even if I die, I will not let you be hurt at all!" Tang Zui looked at Mo Li's eyes and said firmly.

The wind suddenly rose, the cold hit, Tang Zui's simple green shirt was blown by the wind, and a warm current slowly emanated from Tang Zui's chest to his whole body, which was the red foreign iron he wore on his chest.

It is superficially identical to normal ore, except that it is harder. Whenever he sees this piece of exotic iron, Tang Zui always feels warm. If a powerful cultivator is close to this alien iron and uses a powerful divine sense to enter the red iron, he will find that the word "simulation" is prominently displayed on the red iron......

Tang was drunk and wore a red iron pendant, as if his parents were always by his side. He believed that there was a spiritual attachment from his parents, who were protecting him. He wants to live well, he wants to get ahead, and he wants to let the souls of his parents rest in heaven.

Chapter 2: The Difficulty of a Small Town

The blood-red cloak hunted, and a red moon hung in the sky. Under the moonlight, there were more than a dozen night walkers in black armor standing on top of a mountain peak, looking eagerly at the Qingying Town below.

"This is a piece of fat, boss, when are we going to do it?" a tall man asked slowly, looking at the only person in the team wearing a cloak.

The man in the cloak had a long scar on the side of his cheek, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, making his face look even more hideous.

The man in the cloak was clearly the leader of the group, and his triangular eyes revealed an evil and greedy gaze. Hearing this, he pinched his fingers, let out a palpitating bone explosion, and said slowly: "Soon, the blood moon has appeared, and everyone in this Qingying Town is going to die......! As long as this matter is done well, our Poison Xuan Legion will naturally have countless benefits, hehe......"

It has been decades since he became the leader of the branch of the Poison Xuan Legion, and the blood on his hands over the years has been countless, but there has never been a day that excites him more than today.

This was the first time he had met the legendary Lord Turbidity, and he received a direct order to meet Lord Turbidity with a total of more than a dozen bandit legion leaders.

Let them slaughter the inhabitants of some small towns, and arrange the formation of cultivators to collect the grievances that arise after the death of mortals.

Slaughter looked up at the red moon hanging high, and a fine light emitted between his eyes. The moonlight reflected down, and the eyes of everyone in the Poison Xuan Legion were already reflected blood red. The indifference and ferocity that pervades it are chilling.

With a wave of his left hand, the cloak rose in the wind, but he heard a loud shout:

"Kill!"

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