He is a servant of the instrument, he has no name and no surname, only a code name, Fu Zero One.

At the age of eighteen, Fu Lingyi was taken in as a slave by his master. After becoming a slave, the memory of the age of eighteen is as far away and long as a thousand years ago, and as empty as a blank sheet of paper, and can no longer be remembered.

Even the names of his parents and where they were born were pale.

But Fu Zero-1 has never thought about it for many years.

Because the Book of Heaven says that as a slave, the duty and glory of his life is to shed his blood for his master, and to say everything to his master. A slave is destined to live and die for his master, and it is a great sin to have his own desires.

The master of Fu Zero One was originally a famous slave master in the Instrument Spirit Country, whose surname was Feng Ming Chun, and he was known as Feng Chun. Specialized in the sale of slaves, hired or sold.

Ten years ago, after Feng Chun hired Fu Zero One to Boss Fu, the latter was replaced by Boss Fu as Fu Zero One.

The master's order is to be the greatest order within twenty years, and the boss's order must not be violated. Therefore, for ten years, Fu Lingyi has been responsible for secretly protecting the safety of Boss Fu and his family, and often accompanies Boss Fu.

Therefore, even if it is Boss Fu himself, he does not know Boss Fu better than Fu Lingyi.

Boss Fu loves to drink tea the most, and what he loves the most is a kind of oolong tea that is not expensive, but is common in the market. In the morning, you should have a cup of tea before brushing your teeth, a cup of tea after brushing your teeth, a cup of tea before and after a meal, and a large bowl of tea before going to bed.

And when drinking tea, if there is no one around, Boss Fu will pick up a painting and look at it secretly, and then swallow the clouds and spit out fog. In the painting, there is a woman, and the plum is flipped lightly in the snow.

Fu Lingyi knew that the woman's surname in this painting was Han Mingyu. Because when Boss Fu was fascinated, he shouted the word Han Yu.

Because Boss Fu has lost his fertility because he misses Han Yu too many times, this son and daughter are unique.

Boss Fu loves Han Yu, and loves his son and daughter even more. Fu Ling has no doubt that if he has the opportunity to sacrifice his life for his children, Boss Fu will definitely have no hesitation.

The hearts of parents in the world may be ordinary and pitiful? Fu Lingyi can't remember his parents, so he doesn't understand, but he can understand the feelings of losing their children.

So now looking at Boss Fu lying in front of his children, Fu Lingyi really wanted to go over and pat Boss Fu on the shoulder, he really wanted to help him slaughter the people in the world to vent his anger, and he wanted to give him an encouragement.

But Fu Zero-One can't do that.

Even with the thought of doing it, Fu Lingyi felt a suffocating guilt rise in his heart, and the back of his head was burned like a fire. He could clearly feel that above the Book of Heaven, a chain locked his soul, and at this time, Fu Zero-One, who should have been painful, did not feel any emotion, and the shackles above the Book of Heaven were as soft as willow leaves, caressing all over the body, moist and soft.

The shackles seem to tell themselves all the time that the Book of Heaven says that a slave must not do anything contrary to this rule unless his master has abandoned it: that is, he must not do anything that harms his master's life, health, interests, or property.

A slave may not renounce this norm if the master has not waived it: the slave shall have the master's command, which is the greatest command.

The child born of a slave will also be a slave of the master and will serve the master for the rest of his life.

A slave is not allowed to interfere with any other person without the master's command.

So Fu Lingyi could only stand in front of Boss Fu in a daze, looking at the ant-like people outside the prison to show off his might to him. Fu Ling was not afraid of these people at all, the swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands could not hurt themselves by half a point, and their childlike fragile bodies, Fu Ling Yi could easily tear them in half.

It's just that Fu Lingyi couldn't get Boss Fu's order, he couldn't take any action, he could only protect Boss Fu's life, and stared blankly at the sword wind and rain outside the door.

The prison was not spacious enough, and Fu Zero smelled a burning smell. It was a pungent smell of animal feathers being burned and clothes being burned, and the smell was getting stronger and stronger, but he couldn't feel the high temperature that was burning alive.

Without the master's order, Fu Lingyi couldn't turn his eyes, so he could only follow the afterglow of his eyes and the direction from which the smell came from, and found the source of the taste.

It came from a teenager.

The boy was slapped unconscious by Fu Zero's palm and lay on the floor.

I couldn't see any flames, I couldn't see any smoke, I could see the boy's shirt slowly turning into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been burned by fire, revealing the boy's strong muscles and toned body.

A phoenix on the young man's back is lifelike, the phoenix is bright red, its wings are spread, and its mouth is full of nirvana fire.

The phoenix jumped up from the boy's back, and its bright red wings burned like fireworks, burning out the bones of the transparent phoenix, and then turned into a transparent smoke and escaped into the back of the boy's head.

The boy lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

The pair of sharp and neat oval eyes, but like the dark night sky, I can't see joy and anger clearly, as if I have changed someone.

He suddenly stood up straight, like a miserable green boy with a sword in one hand and an empty fist in the other.

The miserable green boy turned a blind eye to the things around him, only staring at Boss Fu, who was tired of lying on his children's body, and took a step forward.

This step is the ten steps.

This young man is Mo Xiaohe. Maybe it's not Mo Xiaohe, it's just a juvenile phoenix.

The young phoenix Mo Xiaohe raised his sword and stabbed at Boss Fu.

Fu Lingyi quickly stepped forward and tried his sword with his body, even if he was a strong person, he felt pain all over his body, and the bones in his body seemed to be pried by an iron rod, and he retreated again and again.

But as a tool spirit servant, Fu Lingyi had no fear, and after standing still, he continued to take steps and charged towards Mo Xiaohe.

Mo Xiaohe raised his long sword with one hand.

A ghostly light arose above the sword, and the ghostly light was like an iridescent color, with red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple colors.

The cell, which is not bright enough, is bathed in the light of colorful ghostly light, mottled and flickering, like a dream.

The ghostly light of the sword body may make a colorful flowing firework.

This is the Phoenix Nirvana Fire.

The flames slashed down with the sword.

With the line of the long sword, a warm wind blows, and the warm wind blows gently, like a loving mother caressing the hands of her children, like falling leaves scratching the ripples of the stream, like a sunny combing of the hair of a lover.

The pillars of the prison with the thickness of human legs were torn to pieces by the warm wind, and the boulders cast into the walls were shattered into grains of sand by the warm wind.

The tip of the sword, with colorful fireworks and warm wind, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, pressed against the body of Fu Zero-One, a strong person who entered the determination, without stopping, and penetrated through.

The copper skin and iron bone talisman are zero-one, and the body is split in half.

The tip of the sword continued forward, gently piercing into Boss Fu's skull.

There was no blood, and no wails of pain could be heard, even if it was a bitter cry.

Boss Fu's whole body and limbs relaxed, his head hung down completely, and he lay on the corpses of his son and daughter.

Mo Xiaohe lightly drew out the sword body, stood still, turned around and jumped, and entered the prison gate compound.