Star Shepherd Demiro rode on the Viper Dragon and commanded the legions to enter the No. 73 Composite Resource Point and Cave in an orderly manner.

When we arrived at the entrance of the cave, there was still no trace of the ferocious wolf dragon. The house must have been ransacked.

Is it a passing magician or a crystal flying dragon swimming nearby?

It's possible. Anyway, the troops sent to garrison the resource points are destined to become consumables on the expense list... How many Ophiosaurs will be left to garrison here later?

As if realizing that a personnel transfer was about to occur, the snake dragons became restless, but the Thousand Feather Bird Dragons stood on one foot and rested indifferently, and even had time to comb each other's hair. As the only long-range followers under Demiro's command,

Troops, they naturally enjoy treatment comparable to lovers.

Arriving at the cave hall, DeMiro waved his hand and asked the viper dragons to move supplies.

The smart children all felt that the results of their next work would determine whether they would stay in this cave to rot in the future or continue to live happily with the Shepherds. They immediately searched the cave with high morale, their scorpion tails raised high.

De Milo could clearly feel the emotional changes of his followers, but he didn't care. He motioned for his mount to sit down. The scorpion dragon obediently lowered his body, and the scorpion tail curved into a roller coaster curve, with the tip just falling to the back.

To serve as DeMillo's pillow.

De Milo closed his eyes and picked out the amusing fragments from the memory album. But as he looked around, his eyes still fell on the dream that he had browsed a thousand times, but seemed to want to watch a thousand times in the future.

That was when DeMillo was 13 years old, the worst moment of his life.

De Milo was born in the Lieba family. This surname is meaningless because when he was 11 years old, the family was killed due to corruption of his uncle, and his parents were also implicated. In that era, the nobility and the royal family were like

Play a cat and mouse game, see if I can embezzle faster or you can catch me faster.

The young De Milo luckily escaped to the maid's house to avoid legal sanctions, and then smoothly transformed from an aristocratic young master to an orphan taken in by the maid, living in the most filthy and narrow utility room. He quickly became sensible and ate less.

, work more, keep your head down, and double the hardships you have to endure in the previous ten years within two years.

Obviously his fate was harsh loan sharking, double the interest. When he was 13 years old, the maid said that he had found a suitable apprenticeship, so two strong men who looked like blacksmiths took him away, and the destination was a famous local restaurant.

"Pigeon Fish Cage".

That's where you buy colors.

The male workers called them white pigeons, and the female workers called them grass carp. At that time, De Milo didn't know the origin of the name, but he soon understood.

When the evil gang boss told DeMiro the truth, DeMiro had no fear or other emotions, but accepted the fact calmly. Perhaps after he heard the increasingly frequent complaints from the maid and his wife, and saw the vicious behavior of his husband,

When he saw the expression on his face and the apologetic look in the maid's eyes, he predicted that fate would want to take away his principal this time.

As a wanted fugitive, he has the freedom to choose consent or death.

The gang boss also told him the scope of his next work: in addition to selling his body, a handsome young man like him can also collect intelligence, assassinate important people, and frame people. If he is lucky, he may be attracted by someone who is greedy for his beauty.

Bought by a rich man... Obviously, working part-time and overtime is the norm here. Now even if he is caught by the police department in the future, he can't say that he is innocent.

With the hope of surviving to become someone's bedding in the future, the troubled teenager walked into one of the rooms on the highest floor of the Pigeon Fish Cage, which was the staff's dormitory.

Warm yellow walls, a crackling heater, a few tasteless burgundy sofas, and snacks and drinks randomly placed on the low tables. Because the floor is the highest, the warm light of Yaoxing shines through without reservation.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony provide a stage for the dancing dust.

But the floor is very clean and should be cleaned frequently.

Compared with the utility room, the accommodation conditions have been greatly improved. At least you won't wake up in the middle of the night because of mice visiting the door.

"Hey, your skin is so white!" A tall and plump girl came up to De Milo and reached out to touch the precious legacy left over from the aristocratic life of the previous ten years: "It's smooth and tender, wow..."

"Is there finally a newcomer?" Another cute boy who seemed to be younger than DeMiro jumped up and clenched his hands with excitement: "Am I finally going to become a senior?"

"No, you still seem to be the youngest one." Sitting far away from the sofa, the quiet girl put down the book in her hand, "Drink more milk and grow up quickly."

DeMiro glanced at it. There were no words in the quiet girl's book, only pictures that made people's blood boil... Are you still studying diligently after get off work?

The cute boy looked bitter: "But the milk is fishy..."

"Ah, I forgot about it!"

The floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony was pushed open, and a beautiful man who was as exquisite as a sculpture walked into the room. He was wearing a baggy shirt and short shorts, and was carrying a tray of freshly hung clothes in his hand. He was full of domestic atmosphere but very tempting.

The warm orange light lingered on him greedily, coating him with a sacred color.

Is he a boy? Or a girl? Gender seems to lose its meaning for a moment.

"The boss just told us in the morning that a new person is coming to the dormitory. At that time, everyone was not awake and there was no time to prepare food. But we started working in the evening. How about we have a welcome party in the afternoon?"

"Is this something worth celebrating?" The quiet girl said what DeMiro also wanted to say.

"Yeah, party!" the tall girl and the cute boy cheered together.

"Are we living in a mixed room?" DeMillo asked the first question after entering.

"Yes, the boss said it would be troublesome to have all men and all women, but if men and women live together, they can supervise each other, and at least there won't be so much trouble... He also said that this is his management secret!"

But the risk of mixed gender living is... By the way, we don't care about this risk here.

"Then, it's time to move on to the next step!" The beautiful woman put down the clothes basin casually: "Let me help you choose a good name that sounds good and is suitable for the new couple!"

"Here we go again..." The other three people sighed helplessly.

"It's really time to choose a new name to break away from the past." DeMillo nodded: "After all..."

The beautiful woman smiled and shook her head: "No, the new name is not to abandon the past, but to embrace the future. Think about it, our earliest names were not given by us, but the name is obviously something that will follow us throughout our lives. This

How unreasonable. Taking a new name means that we have to take control of our own future and say goodbye to the fate that hates us!"

If he hadn't heard this sentence in the staff dormitory of Dove Cage, maybe De Milo would have nodded in agreement.

"So you are willing to let me choose a name?"

"As you wish."

"Okay!" The beautiful woman took out a book with crumbled pages from the bookcase. It seemed that it had been read frequently.

DeMillo asked, "What book is this?"

""Collection of Star Poems."" The beautiful woman said: "There is a poet who named every star in the sky and gave it various meanings. It is perfect to refer to the names in it!"

"Each one...isn't that thousands?"

"It's not just that! So you can find any good names, such as An Lilian, which means the fragrance of ink on the pages of a book."

The quiet girl tilted her head.

"For example, Roja means the sunshine of joy."

The cute boy raised his head. Although the sun was not shining on him, his whole body still exuded a warm atmosphere.

"For example, Silena means a colorful butterfly."

The tall girl stood on tiptoes and spun around in circles, her skirts twirling and dancing, and she lived up to her name.

"Then...ah, it's decided, Demelo! You will be called Demiro from now on!" The beautiful woman hastily decided on someone's lifelong title.

"Does it have any metaphorical meaning?"

"De Milo, metaphorically means a rock in the rapids." The beautiful woman smiled and said, "It means you will never be knocked down by fate."

"What about you? What's your name?"

An Lilian, Luo Ya, and Silena looked like they were "finally coming."

"And I'm awesome!"

The beautiful woman jumped directly onto the sofa and made an arrogant gesture as if she was about to transform: "'Vos' represents domination, and 'Loda' means conquest. My name is Vosloda, which means

It is to dominate destiny and conquer everything!"

It's so stupid that it's indescribable. De Milo and the other three people looked at each other, and the strangers who met for the first time reached a consensus.

"all in all."

The beautiful woman came over and hugged De Milo intimately, and said with a smile: "De Milo, welcome to your arrival."

After two years, De Milo once again experienced the warm embrace, and his face, which had been completely numb by fate, softened for the first time.

Fate took away all his principal, but approved a loan for him with negative credit.

This was the first meeting between De Milo and Vosloda, and it was also the most important moment in De Milo's life.

Hiss hiss

The sound of the snake-scorpion dragon rubbing against the ground disturbed De Milo's sweet dream. He opened his eyes and saw his right hand raised at some point, as if he wanted to retain something nihilistic.

Soon, he thought, he would soon know how he felt at that time.

He was close to getting his own heartbeat back.

DeMiro touched his chest, there was nothing there.

This is the toll that must be paid to pass through the six hells. All souls will have all their emotions washed away in hell, and only pure memories can reach the virtual realm. And these dead souls who have been 'activated' by the God Lord are just from their memories.

A life born with a disability.

Because I have never had a body, I naturally have no heartbeat, let alone emotions.

Even if he looked over the memory countless times, he could not understand the true mood of 'De Milo', just like picking someone else's nostrils with his fingers, unable to feel true happiness.

There is a curtain of death between him and his memory.

The only solution is to retrieve the fragments stranded in hell, fill the gaps in the soul, and make the rotten heart beat again.
To be continued...