In the dark and dull underground cave, even oxygen is extremely thin.

Half of Xuan's body was soaked in the cold river, but his actions were still calm and accurate.

If it had been Lan Liuyan's home court before, when he arrived in such a terrain, he finally turned his back on the sidelines.

The boy waded in the water, holding the cold stone wall with one hand and holding the dagger with the other. He knew very well that Lan Liuyan had also chased after him, but he had not seen the other party yet, which made him a little curious.

If you develop your perception of life and death, most of the lines in front of you are pure white, which can be roughly inferred that there is no life danger for the time being, but because of this, he feels slightly confused about the direction of the future.

This was the first time he had felt like this when he entered this forest.

Yes, his only purpose of coming here was to win the only victory, the ticket to the walking seat in Star City.

Whether his opponent is Lan Liuyan, Xie Junhao, Emperor Sheng, or Zhou She.

Even if it was Xing Hedu, the master sent by the above, he didn't care.

He only cares whether he can kill enough people and get enough points to leave.

He is willing to do anything for this.

Walking in Xingcheng is an extremely distant and attractive noun. Now his only goal to survive, even if he himself knows that it is just a flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.

But even the stars in the dark, the gap between hope and no hope is completely different.

Walking alone in such darkness reminded Xuan Yi of many things.

Many things that are buried deep in memory and never recalled.

Xuan Yi didn't remember his parents' appearance. From the beginning of his memory, he began to learn the skills of killing.

That is a purely near-instinctive teaching, giving you a thin piece of iron, from mice and chickens to carnivorous beasts like bobcats and hyenas.

You must have better intuition, more bloodthirsty desires, and more precise attacks than beasts in order to survive the fight between each other.

Now that memory was very blurry, he only remembered that he kept killing and killing until one day he suddenly couldn't stand up.

There was no mercy in that place. The adults threw themselves into the cage of weak and weak fever, either killing all the beasts themselves and crawling out alive, or making their snacks tonight.

Xuan couldn't even hold the knife, so how could he slaughter the beasts? But those hungry beasts were huddled in fear at the other end of the cage. After a whole night, the hungry beasts lie against the dying child, just like an oil painting with profound meaning.

So the next day, the adult who came to pick up his bones saw the dying child, and quickly reported it to the higher-level manager.

That was the first time he had ever had a poisonous attack in his memory.

Such toxins filled with death breath raged on him, so that those sensitive beasts did not dare to come up and chew on them.

Of course, those big men would not have the mood to detoxify him. After all, there were as many children as he had, and he was not talented in it. So the next morning, the adults put him in a sack and pulled him to the beach with the corpses of many children with magic motorcycles, and then poured them all on the beach.

With just one high and low tide, they will be swallowed by the waves, swallowed by the fish and shrimps in the sea little by little, and their bones will slowly decay and become a hotbed of corals.

The sea is the best cemetery that can accommodate the corpses of the entire world.

Most of the memories of childhood are already blurred, but only those at that time are particularly clear.

Until today, Xuan Yi still feels that it was just something that happened yesterday.

He lay on his back on the soft and rotten corpses of the children, looking at the sky with his eyes blankly, smelling the rotten scent of the corpses, the fever did not subside, and his whole body was filled with pain that was almost like the sound of fire, just like the sound of waves in his ears.

He never prayed for death like he did at that moment.

Death is supreme peace.

But he did not die after all. Not only did he not die, he also saw a pair of dark golden eyes, like grinded bronze.

That morning, four-year-old Xuan Yi was picked up from the dead by fourteen-year-old Xing Lihua. In a blink of an eye, eleven years passed.

In fact, until today, Xuan Yi has not figured out how Xing Lihua raised him, but if he really wanted to say it, it was probably because he was willing to raise him and the other didn't want to die.

Xing Lihua is also an orphan. She herself is a member of the Xingcheng tribe with three-quarters of mixed race, her father is a noble person with pure blood, and her mother is a prostitute with one-half of mixed race, who was demoted to a pariah.

In Xingcheng, the mixed-race Xingcheng tribe members are more discriminated against than civilians with low bloodlines like him because they were born into a filthy union.

Xuan Yi never asked Xing Lihua how she became an orphan, as if he didn't know why he was born orphan. But in the next eleven years, Xuan Yi had seen too many mixed-race women desperately wanted to conceive the children of noble and powerful people, as if they could escape the stinky quagmire that had already flooded his lips.

The women who thought about this were all dead as soon as Xuan saw them.

Xing Lihua is actually very poor, even poorer than them now. At least now, Xing Lihua is working on a night shift job. Every time Xuan Yi goes on a task, he will leave an appropriate share to serve as a normal worker's salary to subsidize his family.

But at that time, they were much poorer than they are now. Every time two of them squatted at home and were hungry for a day or two, Xing Lihua would discuss with him seriously, regardless of whether he could understand or not.

She told herself that she would do it for the last time and then find a job to support her family. She could buy a lot of wine so that he could not finish it.

After saying this, Xing Lihua would lock him at home, leave the last piece of bread or cooked cake he had collected, leave a pot of water and an essential bottle of strong wine, and go out for a day and night.

One day and one night later, Xing Lihua came back with some money on time, then locked himself in the room and took a shower for two hours, and cried while washing.

But after a while, when they had no money to use it, Xing Lihua would still do the last job, so when Xuan recalled it, he couldn't remember how many times Xing Lihua had told him about the last time.

It was not until a long time later that Xinglihua really found a job that was barely rewarded. Although it was night shifts, it was better because it was a lot of money. At that time, he had gradually started to take on some simple tasks and could get a considerable reward for ordinary people.

But that has arrived a long time later.

When Xuan Yi's poison was slowly overwhelmed by him, those adults who originally only existed in their nightmare came to him again.

They told themselves that although it was just a coincidence, you still successfully found your own parents and can successfully carry out the next stage of training.

Tomorrow, you can go to Xingcheng Public School for free to take classes, where you can learn something new.

Only then did Xuanyi realize that the nightmare had never woken up, but the nightmare took a nap.
Chapter completed!