Elven History Song

But this world is a devil, he will always break some angels' wings, won't he?

Three months, a short period of time. It is too difficult to accomplish anything in this short period of time, but it is effortless to destroy something. No matter what it is, there is no way to resist the silent but devastating destruction of time.

"Doctor, is it not possible anymore?"

"We can sell the house, please save him."

The doctor in a white coat looked at the haggard parents in front of him, shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

The cry came, but she tried hard to suppress it. She didn't want to be heard by anyone in the ward. At noon the next day, the boy carrying a schoolbag ran into the hospital and headed straight to a ward.

"elder brother!"

The pungent smell of disinfectant permeates the surroundings. White sheets, white quilts, and white bedside tables are standard equipment in hospitals. The young man lying on the bed saw another young man running in sweating profusely, with a look of excitement on his weak face.

"Oh, lie down, Aoyan! The doctor said you need to rest."

"Oh."

Ling Aoyan, who was on the hospital bed, listened to Ling Aohan's words and lay down on the bed obediently.

Ling Aohan fumbled around in the small schoolbag on his back for a long time, took out a pear with water in it and handed it to Ling Aoyan who was lying on the bed. When Ling Aoyan saw the pear, he happily took it and took a big bite.

Ling Aohan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and helped Ling Aoyan wipe the pear juice from his chin.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

"Thank you brother!"

"You're welcome. I'll buy it for you when you get better."

"Brother, what have you been doing? Why don't your parents know?"

"I am working with the power of that angel to buy you more delicious food."

"It's hard to work part-time."

"I'm not tired, it's just small things."

"That's great. If only Hercules would come to me, I wouldn't be so sad."

"Hercules will come for you, I'm sure of it."

"Really? You can't lie to me."

"I have inherited the power of an angel. How could I lie to you? I have asked the angel to tell Hercules. He said that you can see him as soon as you are discharged from the hospital."

"real!?"

"real."

"Great! Brother, I want to play ball."

"I'll play with you when you get better. Look, I even brought the ball."

Ling Aohan took out the old-looking red leather ball from his schoolbag. Ling Aoyan took the ball and gently threw it into the air. The ball flew straight up and fell back into Ling Aoyan's hands.

"Let's go there and play when I'm better."

"Okay. I'm leaving first. Remember to eat well."

"Well, be careful brother on the road."

The young Ling Aohan put on his schoolbag and ran out of the hospital quickly. Outside the hospital, a well-dressed old man saw him coming out and smiled kindly. Ling Aohan walked up and the old man asked with concern

"Is your brother feeling better?"

Ling Aohan didn't answer, just shook his head. Seeing his expression, the old man didn't ask any more questions. He comforted him for a few words and then accompanied him to school.

This old man looks very kind, but in fact he is the leader of a hunter organization. He discovered Ling Aohan while performing a mission and recognized the unusual power in Ling Aohan. He invited Ling Aohan to join his organization on the condition of paying Ling Aoyan's medical expenses. In order to raise medical expenses for his younger brother, Ling Ao Han had no choice but to agree. Since then, the hospital has received a large amount of remittance from time to time, without signature, but with the note that it is for Ling Aoyan's medical expenses.

Taking this opportunity, Ling Aohan realized another world, which was a world made up of a series of chaos such as violence, bloodshed, and crime. There was no order at all. As long as your strength was high enough, you would have considerable say. The organization he belongs to is called the Purging Church, and all of them are believers in God. His subordinates all call the leader of the organization "Father." Ling Aohan believed in the existence of these things, but he did not believe in God like they did. After all, the real angel was attached to him.

Ling Aohan has inherited Gabriel's power since the day he was born. The reason he knows this is because Gabriel has been talking to him in his consciousness. Gabriel can lend his power to Ling Aohan, and as Ling Aohan's own strength grows, the bonus Gabriel brings to him becomes higher and higher, so much so that his power has now surpassed that of Ling Aohan. Special forces trained for many years.

Ling Aoyan has been sentenced to death and his time is running out. Although the priest has been providing his medical expenses, Ling Aoyan's illness cannot be treated. Ling Aoyan's parents were heartbroken, but fortunately they still had Ling Aohan, who was their last spiritual support. The priest had prepared a coffin for Ling Aoyan and everything needed for funeral arrangements, and also gave the Ling family a large amount of money to start over in the future. All of this was done anonymously in the form of donations, and the Ling family's parents didn't become suspicious. They just kept saying that there were so many good people these days.

Ling Aohan returned to school. There was an exam this afternoon. Ling Aohan rushed to the classroom in a hurry. When he arrived at the classroom, the teacher had already handed out the test papers. Ling Aohan took out his pen and quickly started working on the test paper, because he had another task next and the target was nearby.

The third-grade questions were extremely simple for Ling Aohan. He was already a genius. He completed the entire test paper in three strokes, five divisions, and two divisions. It took less than fifteen minutes in total.

This exam is only forty-five minutes. Ling Aohan walked up to the podium and handed in his papers in advance. The teacher had heard of this genius. After looking at his papers, he nodded with a pleased smile and agreed to Ling Aohan's request to hand in his papers in advance.

Ling Aohan put his schoolbag on his back and left the classroom. He climbed over the fence on the playground at the back of the school and left the school. At this time, a male voice sounded in Ling Aohan's mind.

"I can't find Hercules."

"I know"

"Then are you still lying to your brother like this?"

"It'll make him feel better."

"The poison called hope?"

Ling Aohan was silent. He was indeed lying to his brother and giving him the poison called hope, but he had nothing else to say to him. He didn't want to shatter an innocent dream.

"He worships Hercules so much, let him continue to worship him. He shouldn't be allowed to experience the cruelty of reality."

"Oh? It seems like you have a deep understanding."

"This is not heaven, I should know better than you."

It took a long time after Ling Aohan said these words before Gabriel's voice sounded, with a hint of chill.

"This is definitely not paradise."

While chatting with Gabriel, Ling Aohan had already crossed several streets and arrived at a four-story building. He walked along the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door on the left. The sound of tiptoeing movement came from the door, and then the door was carefully opened a crack. One eye carefully observed the outside through the crack in the door, and finally its eyes fell on Ling Aohan's short body.

"Hello, uncle, I'm here to see Xiao Ming. The teacher asked me to give him his homework."

"Just leave it at the door."

"Oh. Uncle, is Xiao Ming at home?"

"No."

"Okay, by the way, uncle, the teacher wants you to sign."

Ling Aohan took out a pen and a piece of paper from his bag and handed them over. The door slowly opened, revealing the face of the man inside. The standard bad guy has a guilty expression, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

The man's hands were trembling as he took the pen and paper handed over by Ling Aohan. He unfolded the piece of paper and looked at it carefully. There was a horoscope written on it: The priest asked me to say hello to you.

Seeing these words, the man's expression suddenly changed, and for a moment the pen in his hand fell to the ground. He quickly looked in the direction of Ling Aohan, but Ling Aohan had already disappeared. The man looked around in panic, but there was no one there, but he always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him from all directions. Cold sweat slid down his face, his pupils continued to dilate, his whole body was trembling with extreme fear turned into anger, veins popped out at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"It's ugly."

This sound was like a thunder to a highly fearful person in such a silent environment. The man immediately looked at the source of the sound. Ling Aohan was standing behind him, holding a dagger in his hand. Just now, Ling Aohan had been sticking close behind him, moving along with his movements.

The man was groping for something from behind. Seeing this tiny movement, Ling Aohan jumped up from where he was and rushed towards him.

After some groping, the man pulled out an unmodified and unpolished dagger from behind his back. But it was too late, Ling Aohan had already reached his side and cut his neck with the dagger.

Ling Aohan walked into the room and called someone.

"Father, it's done."

On the other end of the phone, the priest's voice came

"Thank you for your hard work, then leave it to me."