Originally, Wang Xinyao was unconscious and was sent to the hospital, Dongcheng inadvertently met Qiye, for Wang Xinyao's safety, Qiye decided to secretly transfer Wang Xinyao from the hospital overnight, Wang Xinyao was placed in the old house of Dongcheng's family, the old house is very close to Wuda, decades of old house, a few years ago, the Dongcheng family did not live there, but they were reluctant to demolish, has retained the original appearance of the house, Dongcheng often comes back to see when he is free, and the simple furniture is still left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Xinyao was in a deep coma, the blood had already soaked the bandages wrapped around him, he was lying in the old house of the Dongcheng family, his whole body was covered with bloodstained straps, and there were countless wounds on his body, different shades, and he was already fragmented!

Wang Xinyao was lying on a big bed, dying, his long messy hair was covered with hard blood clots, and the half of the mask on his face had long since disappeared, showing that half of his face was yellow and terrifying, and the other half of his intact face was blue, and his lips were white. The wound on his chest was shocking, his chest was almost torn open, from his right shoulder down to his waist, occupying most of the area of his chest, nearly a finger's width wide! From time to time, blood gushed from there, staining most of the sheets red, which frightened Zhang Enyang and Zhang Junjun for a while, sweating, and their hearts were cold!

Looking at Wang Xinyao's injury, Qiye's face was full of gloom, people like them, the journey of a lifetime is full of how many lives and deaths, resurrection and death, this is not something that ordinary people can bear, he alone can not care about existence or death, but now he is no longer a person, maybe he has to open another page of life and death with his own hands! He had almost died in the hands of Aoshi several times alone, vaguely in his consciousness, he shouldn't be so mediocre, his existence, at least to reach the state of the devil, for his love and hatred, live like the wind!

Seeing that Wang Xinyao was dying of injury, several people in Dongcheng were worried all day long, afraid that there would be another accident, Wang Xinyao was afraid that he would die in a coma!

"I believe that Wang Xinyao can get through it, he will not fall down so easily, and he is far from completing his mission-" Qiye said in a deep voice, which undoubtedly gave everyone a shot of strength.

"Mission?" Zhang Junjun looked at Qiye in a daze, this mysterious handsome man, with uninhibited short hair, "Wang Xinyao's mission ......"

Dongcheng and Zhang Enyang came back from their contemplation and looked at Qiye with excited eyes, this figure who was more mysterious than anyone else, it seemed that his existence was far beyond this world!

"Yes, everyone has their own mission, me and Wang Xinyao are no exception, you may not believe it for a while, I have seven nights, I have never belonged to this world! I come from another bloody killing world - the Demon God Realm!" Qiye looked solemn, and a torrent surged in his body, "It's a pity that I have forgotten my past and become so mediocre, although I have an unfinished past life, and Wang Xinyao's era has just begun!"

"Demon God Realm?Wang Xinyao—" The three of Dongcheng looked a little excited.

"The Demon God Realm is a world where the strong are kings, full of choking blood and endless killing, although I have forgotten my past, but the memory of that era is still as clear as yesterday!" said Nanaya's eyes became bright.

"Wang Xinyao is about to die, what time is not the era...... Also, what kind of devil world, it's very mysterious, the ghost knows what it is, you think you're playing an online game!" Zhang Enyang scolded, Dongcheng and Zhang Junjun were stunned!

"You underestimate Wang Xinyao too much! Since God has chosen him, he will not fall to the other party at the beginning of the journey, not to mention that You Long has just found its owner, Wang Xinyao He will exist like a demon-" Qiye said, as if two terrifying cold lights were shooting from his eyes, and looked in front of him with his palm!

"Demons, it's the Demon King...... Dongcheng didn't understand, "Demons have always been a symbol of evil, could it be that Wang Xinyao also represents evil!"

Zhang Enyang and Zhang Junjun also looked at Qiye in a daze: What is the demon that Qiye is talking about?

"Demon! is the strongest martial artist in the Demon God Realm beyond life and death, with supreme power, and often has a humiliating past, which is the mark of the demon......" Qiye's sonorous words echoed throughout the huge hall, with an awe-inspiring face!

It seems that even Wang Xinyao himself has forgotten some things, maybe he was destined to be a demon before he became a demon!

Like almost all autistic teenagers, Wang Xinyao's childhood was bitter, without his parents, a young body wandered around, until he met an ugly, old and dumb old woman who made a living by picking up rags! When the old woman found the young Wang Xinyao in the garbage heap, he was already dying and unconscious. The old woman was so panicked that she carried him back to "home", which was a broken thatched house built by the city wall, small and low, like a messy thatched pile, allowing only one person to eat and drink.

The old woman panicked and placed him on a "bed" made of a few broken logs, and poured a little bit of white sugar from the street that she was reluctant to eat, mixed it with cold water, and poured it into this petite body, and the little sugar was gone at once, but the petite body lay in this dilapidated little hut for several days and nights!

The old woman was so panicked that she kept begging people for sugar along the street, until the fourth day of the comatose Xiao Wang Xinyao had not woken up, and she had to carry the still breathing Xiao Wang Xinyao to the hospital. She was a mute, ragged, a bit hideous, everyone avoided it, she knelt down to people, and kept gesturing to people with tears, everyone just shook their heads vigorously, and the dying little Wang Xinyao was not treated for a long time, until the evening, the old woman carried the unconscious Xiao Wang Xinyao back to the small hut with a desperate mood.

The old woman couldn't cry, she whimpered, she cried very sadly, this petite life was afraid that she would not survive, she had tears in her eyes, and she did not give up this little life, even if there was only a little hope. He still had a faint breath, and the old woman still gave him sugar water, until the morning of the sixth day, when the old woman was awakened by a cry, she was both excited and sad, and a little boy with a gray face cried bitterly in a corner, a little helpless! Since then this ugly, old and dumb old woman has become his "mother"!

After Wang Xinyao gradually grew up, he learned that this so-called "mother" had already lame on one foot! Little Wang Xinyao and the old woman lived together, life was extremely not easy, the old woman's movement was inconvenient, and she was mute, without relatives and for no reason, and she was also old, but she wanted to send Xiao Wang Xinyao to school for the first time, and she couldn't let this picked up "son" live in the garbage heap in the future!

Xiao Wang Xinyao knew what such a "home" meant to him, and the saddest thing for him was to see his "mother" from a distance with a long wooden stick, begging along the street, and from time to time he would not know what to say to others, and the other party often shook his head and avoided it from a distance, and the tears in his eyes must have fallen vigorously without obeying the call! She never let him follow her out!

Studying is just an unattainable luxury, he escaped back several times, but he was urged to go back to study by his so-called "mother" for a while, he hid in the quilt and cried, very sad, the old woman had nothing to do with him, so he knelt on the ground and did not eat or drink, and his face turned blue with hunger! Xiao Wang Xinyao looked at "mother" like this, crying even more sadly, tears fell down like a click, for which he took the first place in every exam from elementary school to junior high school, in order to repay this "mother" for her nurturing grace! She was illiterate, but every time she was happy for a while, she touched Wang Xinyao's head, gave him a thumbs up, and smiled with relief on her face.

Xiao Wang Xinyao is very competitive, he has no choice for such a "home", he never compares food and clothing with others, his clothes have hardly changed throughout the year, and his clothes are washed and washed in the river when they are dirty, and his clothes are dried in the scorching sun, or he can't go to school. When his clothes were torn, he sewed and sewed, and his shoes were mended and mended, until he could no longer accommodate his growing little feet, so he had to change them.

Xiao Wang Xinyao can only make a living by picking up rags, every day he finishes his homework in the classroom before going home, and he is busy making a living outside of studying. In the classroom, he collects homework books and waste paper thrown away by others; after school, he collects all kinds of things that can be exchanged for money along the street; he often goes to the river to collect duck eggs, one can be exchanged for two cents, and some can be kept for himself and his "mother" to eat; the crabs in the river are also the objects he collects, but his "mother" does not let him go to the river very much, and he only feels at ease when he follows him from afar every time!

But the two of them often don't have enough to eat, and sometimes they even go hungry for several days in a row, and they will drink rainwater, and they are so hungry that their faces are yellow and thin. The old woman left him with the delicious food, and even if she didn't eat it, she asked Xiao Wang Xinyao to eat it first when she found some food! At this time, Wang Xinyao never had a good taste in her heart, but she never cried in front of her "mother", and ran into the woods alone to sobble secretly.

There are well-meaning people who want to adopt Xiao Wang Xinyao, but he is reluctant to accept this "mother"! The other party does not agree to adopt his "mother" together, no matter how this "mother" beats him and scolds him, urging him to leave this "home", but he does not leave, and even once he has already gone to the future "home", but he ran back in tears all the way, crying in the arms of his ugly, old and dumb "mother", and the old woman also burst into tears, tears flowed together, and the two cried in the broken hut. Since then, Wang Xinyao has refused to be adopted by others, unless he even brings his "mother" with him!

Xiao Wang Xinyao's self-esteem is extremely strong, he doesn't care how others count him, he just can't have half a sentence to disrespect his "mother", even if he is desperate, he has to let the other party apologize to him, he absolutely can't allow others to do this! But Xiao Wang Xinyao is afraid that his "mother" will know that he is fighting with others at school, and several times let the old woman know, she does not eat or drink in protest, so he vows not to fight with people again, even if he is provoked, he just clenches his fists tightly, and walks away silently with his head down.

When he graduated from elementary school, he was admitted to the best middle school in the county as the top student in the primary examination, and he entered the best class! The primary school teachers took pity on him and donated money to him, hoping that he could successfully finish junior high school.

He had been living with the old woman for eight years, and he had overcome all the difficulties, and when he had reached the age of twelve, he had seen the face of this "mother" grow rapidly growing day by day, and he knelt in front of her for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking, begging this "mother" to fulfill him, so that he would no longer go to school! But in the end, he was still no match for her pale white hair and cloudy tears, she seemed to know that her time was short, there was not much difference between living and dying, and she was already satisfied with such a competitive "son" in her life!

All the while, except for the incredibly high grades in his academic performance, everything else was almost zero! He didn't talk to anyone all day, no one even saw him smile, loneliness was innate! He was poor, so poor, almost "poor" This Yang can't talk about the word, he owes the school tuition fees for several semesters in a row, the clothes on his body have not changed all year round, in the only top class in this small county, his image can be imagined, all his classmates look down on him, he seems to be an irrelevant person, just appear on time every day in this huge classroom! Every time he takes the exam, he unexpectedly takes the first place, and his "mother" keeps each of his awards carefully, she carefully takes it out from time to time, and there is a happy smile on her wrinkled face!

That day, he received the scholarship from the head teacher who ranked first in the grade, a hundred yuan! That was the most money he had ever seen in his life, and when he took the money, his little hands trembled inexplicably!

When he woke up, he found that the 100 yuan was gone! His world was in chaos for a while, and the 100 yuan may be nothing to others, but for him, for a "family" like his, it was a huge amount of money, and he wanted to use part of the money to buy a good dress and a good pair of shoes for his "mother", her clothes and shoes had not been changed for many years, and they were so dilapidated that they could no longer be broken!

"What about my money, how can it be gone!" he went crazy, his face was covered with pain, he asked all the classmates around him, and he got the same answer - how do I know that the money is not mine! Some people are even sarcastic: I deserve to be gone......

For a while, the whole classroom was full of discussions, not sneering, which made Wang Xinyao, who was usually bullied by others, very annoyed, he slammed his palm on the table and shouted: "What did I do wrong, you want to do this to me!" tears glistened in his eyes.

The noisy classroom was silent for a while, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him, hostile, surprised, and disdainful, his eyes were already full of tears, and the expression on his face was very painful!

"Who do you think you are, hillbilly, what kind of majesty are you pretending, a bunch of shit......" Suddenly the classroom opened again, and this time there was a good show to watch.

The gossip deeply hurt his self-esteem, too often he was just the object of ridicule and ridicule by others, he had enough, but he was the youngest and shortest boy in the whole class, and when it came to fighting, he had to suffer all the dumb losses, and no one would help him and say justice for him. Every time he was beaten by others, his nose and face were swollen, and even when he went back to his "home", he was afraid of being discovered by his "mother", so he could only secretly run to the school toilet, close the toilet people, and let the tears flow vigorously, but he couldn't make any sound, until he was tired of crying, exhausted, and washed his face, and then dared to go back to "home"!

Perhaps because of himself, the boys in the class bullied him, and the ladies didn't take him seriously, and they were dismissive of him at all times. No one will stand up for him at all!

"I'll tell the head teacher!" he was heartbroken and walked out of the classroom, but the last bit of hope was also extinguished, which made him feel very sad. The head teacher not only didn't stand up for him, but also scolded him in front of everyone, his own things were not well kept, and he blamed his classmates for losing them, and complained to the teacher, but he didn't expect to teach such a student!

He felt the end of the world, the ridicule in the classroom was even more fierce and harsh, and when he walked out of the classroom, his fists were clenched tightly, his hands seemed to be unconscious, his face was cold, and there were no tears in his eyes. In the days that followed, he had several identical nightmares, and in those bloody dreams, his hands were covered with blood, not only on his hands, but also on his face, body, and shoes, which he could not get rid of!

In countless dreams, he was lonely, and at the age of four he became a homeless child with no relatives and no reason, but he was adopted by an elderly mother-in-law, but she was a mute, and one foot was useless, and life can be imagined. Wang Xinyao and her have lived in a thatched hut built by themselves on the edge of the county for many years, small and narrow, almost all of them have no meals, and even eat food from the garbage heap, for which his "mother" was infected with a strange disease, but he didn't think that the condition suddenly worsened in those days, the pain was unbearable, vomiting and vomiting, and even the vision became blurred, dying, like a withered vegetable leaf lying in her small thatched house.

Wang Xinyao stayed by her side, praying to heaven all the time, asking his "mother" not to have anything happen to her, so that she could come back well, but the tears fell like raindrops with broken threads, which was extremely sad. Her gray-haired "mother" died without leaving a word, his world was completely blank, and the dilapidated little hut resounded with a howling cry, very heartbroken, and it lasted for a long time!

A few kind-hearted passers-by saw him crying very sadly, and couldn't bear it, so they helped him bury his "mother". Wrapped in a broken straw mat, she buried her body, which was so thin that she was almost reduced to a skeleton, it was a small mound of dirt that was uplifted, and there was not even a wooden sign! Wang Xinyao cried to death, tears rained down, grief-stricken, and a few kind passers-by looked at the poor child, and the tears also fell with it, and there was silence for a while. He knelt in front of his "mother's" grave for three days and three nights, crying his eyes and his voice hoarse, but the tears flowed vigorously, and his world was lonely, weak, and lifeless......