On a midsummer night, there were no stars and moons, and the hermit village in the wilderness should be quiet and deserted, but tonight, it was full of fire.

The huge tongue of fire rising nearly 100 meters reflected the heaven and earth in an orange-red color. The scorching smell and crackling sound emitted by the burning fire that incinerated the human body made a strange aura of death envelop the radius for miles.

In the midst of the fire, Su Renjiu struggled to push away a section of the roof beam that had been burned by the flames and crawled out of an extremely secret cellar.

Before he could see what was in front of him, a strange wind blew, and he seemed to be possessed by some magical being, and his eyes were blank and he bowed down on the spot, and a low, mechanical voice came out of his mouth, as if praying:

"This chapter is a prologue, I'm not the protagonist, I'm the father of the protagonist's father... I'm not the main character... It's not ......"

After repeating the prayer three times, he got up, and the strange wind swept in the opposite direction, and time flowed back like a low tide, until finally frozen in the moment before he climbed out of the cellar.

As if there had never been any episode, Su Renjiu climbed out of the cellar again, and the red light that rushed into his eyes made him stunned immediately.

The eyes were devastated, the arms and intestines were broken, the corpses were all over the field, and the flames were monstrous.

Su Renjiu stood in the middle of the fire, looking at the ruins in front of him motionless, even if the body protection energy of a ground-level master slowly melted under the flames, and then his hair began to scorch, and his skin gradually festered, he didn't seem to be aware of it.

Biting his lips tightly, his eyes were blood-red, his hands were clenched, his hard teeth even bit off a small piece of his lips, and his sharp nails had long pierced the skin and sunk deep into his metacarpal bones.

"Bang"

He knelt down heavily, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and could only cry silently in his heart.

"Father, mother, patriarch, and all the clansmen, I, Su Renjiu, if I can survive, I will destroy the Di Ling thief and avenge your hatred. ”

"Knock Knock"

After three hard buckles, he got up with a grunt, and after a little direction, he quietly left against the messy horseshoe prints on the ground.

......

"Whew... Call...... Ho... Whew......"

Violent wheezing sounds erupted in Su Renjiu's nasal cavity, and the long run made his lungs seem to be on fire, and even the exhaled air smelled hot and bloody.

"He's over there, chase after him!"

"Stepping on ......"

As soon as he stopped, he didn't have time to catch his breath, and not far away there was the shouts of the pursuers, as well as the messy hooves of the Warcraft "Stomping on the Fierce Horse", which was standard for the Diling Imperial Army.

Not daring to rest any longer, he tore off his shirt vigorously, roughly bandaged the wound on his right arm, and then took heavy steps and burrowed into the low bushes.

......

After countless days and nights of running and dying, Su Renjiu finally got rid of his pursuers and infiltrated a border town, and then collapsed in front of a vermilion lacquer gate with mud and wounds, and passed out.

......

Opening his hazy eyes, he saw a pretty figure holding a towel on his forehead. He then fell unconscious again.

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Fifty years later, Su Renjiu became a kind and wealthy man in this border town, and his wife was the pretty woman who gave him a towel back then.

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Time flies, and in another fifty years, he has further become a heaven-level master, with a lifespan of nearly a thousand years.

He also used the physical way of doing business, and became the richest family in this backward place, with a lot of wealth and a full house of children and grandchildren.

The reason why he became a rich man was not that the fire of hatred in his heart was locked, but that he witnessed the growing strength of the Diling empire and gave birth to a different kind of plan.

Like the other world's version of Yugong Yishan, when he felt that his revenge was hopeless, Su Renjiu changed his strategy and changed his blade enemy to his children and grandchildren, and breeding and forcing his children to breed became his biggest means of revenge.

As his descendants became truly scarce, he carved a huge clearing next to the woods on the edge of the town and built a magnificent manor, Sufu.

Another fifteen years later, on an ordinary noon, Su Renjiu's 250th grandson was born.

On this day, the wind was blowing, the crows were croaking, and when the 250 grandsons were born, they cried out in an unknown language from the soul: "Naidangapinio (head clipped)!"