Scorching Wind

Takahashi on a rainy night.

The sky was gloomy, swords clashed on the bridge, flames were everywhere, and with a swish, the white-haired man cut off the body of a black-clothed killer with one sword. The silver-white blade was covered with blood. The heavy rain fell on the silver armor, making a dripping sound.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive"

There was a strong murderous intent in his cold tone, but when he turned around to look at the child on his back, he showed incomparable tenderness.

Young Master, we can't stay with you any longer. It's too dangerous for you to follow us.

Rumble, a bolt of lightning struck the ground beside the bridge, making a crackling sound.

The silver armored guard killed the last assassin in black. There were only more than 20 guards left at the scene. More than three times the number of assassins in black died, but only more than 10 guards were killed.

"Commander Huang, take the young master and leave first. They will catch up soon. We can't hold them back for long."

Yu Zikai held the sword, breathing heavily, and the bloodshot eyes were enough to prove his fatigue.

Huang Shu glanced at the Silver Blade Guards present, his eyes seemed lost, he turned around, looked at the child on his back, and answered resolutely:

"Yu Zikai, take all the brothers and go to the west of Yinbing River, just outside the Abyss Forest, and fight guerrilla warfare with them. We can't let more people die. The young master still needs us. I will go to the front to settle the young master and meet up with you later."

He put away his sword, carried the child on his back and disappeared into the rainy night. His steps were fast, but the child on his back was very steady. The child's eyes were red and swollen, there were traces of tears on his face, and his fists were clenched. It was hard to imagine what the child had been through.

"Brothers, let's go and let them know how powerful we, the Silver Sword Guards, are."

Looking at Huang Shu walking away, Yu Zikai led the remaining Silver Knife Guards and ran to the west of Yinbing River.

There was a thunderstorm. Less than three minutes after Yu Zikai and the Silver Knife Guards had walked away, a group of men in black arrived at the scene. The rain was filled with the smell of blood. This killing game of chasing each other was extremely bloody and violent. The leading man in black had a stern face as he looked at the footprints to the west. The rain was heavy, but not enough to cover the traces of the group of people. The leading man in black drew his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing to the abyss woods to the west.

"The city lord has ordered that all the Silver Blade Guards be killed, leaving no one alive. And that brat, I want him dead or alive. Let's go."

A group of people followed the faint traces in the rainy night and rushed over.

......

Jiuli Village. Orphanage.

There was thunder and lightning outside, and raindrops were dripping on the roof of the church. A group of children gathered around the dean. There was strength in numbers, and they would not be afraid of the force of nature.

Dean Wu Xianglin sat among the children, touched their heads, and looked kind.

"Don't be afraid, kids. Dean is always by your side. Just lie down and I will tell you a story. We can't stay up just because of thunder and rain."

A group of children lay together, wrapped in quilts, as if the quilts could give them strength.

I heard the director playing the harmonica. The thunder mixed in with the sound of the harmonica seemed to add a touch of magic to the sound. "Go to sleep! Go to sleep! When you grow up, you won't be afraid anymore."

Five or six children fell asleep one after another. If you listen carefully, you can hear their breathing.

Seeing that the children were all asleep, the dean stood up, walked to the window, looked at the thunder raging outside, and thought:

It is another unusual night. In the rainy night, a shooting star streaks across the sky and disappears into the distance. No one will notice this shooting star, but maybe someone will make a wish here!

"It looks like things are going to change in Yinchuan!"

On the top floor of the Los Angeles Library, an old man put down the horoscope in his hand, looked at the inconspicuous bunch of shooting stars in the dark night, and sighed.

He picked up the horoscope and injected magic into it. As the magic was injected, a gleam of light appeared in the old man's eyes and he smiled slightly:

Good luck, Silver Eleven! Oh no, outsider!

"Old Zhong! Let them handle the family affairs themselves. That little guy is not easy. Hurry up, you are going to lose this game. If you lose, you have to drink with me."

Looking at the old man in front of him, he knew the cause and effect at a glance.

Luo Qianxi's easygoing voice came. Zhong Yuxing put down the horoscope in his hand, sat down with a smile, and continued the chess game with Luo Qianxi, saying with a smile:

"That's not certain. Who can know the outcome until the end?"

“Hahaha! That’s right.”

......

dong dong dong!dong dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and the dean stood up to open it. A bloody and cold breath came, and looking at the white-haired man in front of him wearing silver armor and with multiple knife wounds all over his body, he was stunned for a moment.

"Dean, time does not allow me to say much."

"Huang Shu, what happened? How did you become like this? What's the situation with this child?"

The dean recognized the person who came. Looking at Huang Shu who put the child down, the dean came to his senses and asked in confusion.

"This child can comprehend magic at the age of six. The young master is Yinchuan's hope, and also our hope. I hope the old dean can take him in and let him grow up on his own. When he reaches adulthood, I will come back! Please, old dean!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Shu left a bag of gold coins and left, leaving so resolutely.

Looking at Huang Shu leaving, the dean sighed. What is meant to come will come, but it is a pity for the child!

The child was placed in the small room at the back and covered with a blanket. This night was destined to be extraordinary. Looking at the gold coins in the bag, it seemed that he could eat meat tomorrow, and the old dean couldn't help but laugh.