Bodhi

Su Xianxian said in a daze, "Wow... Prince..."

Su Xuechan scolded softly: "Xianxian."

Su Xianxian stopped talking in a hurry, but over there, Lang Qing's head was dizzy.

Who lacked the care of their parents in their childhood?When he was young, he also wished that he could be born in an ordinary family with a pair of parents who loved him.

At that time, the little wolf cub hadn't stayed in the mother's arms for a few days, didn't even have the strength to feed, and was still at the age of looking around with eyes open. His mother was captured by a large army of gods, and he Fortunately, he was secretly rescued by a maidservant of a god and man, and barely had a mouthful of rice porridge to hang himself.

From the time he opened his eyes to the time he was able to walk on the ground, he spent the whole time in a small, dark room. The sunlight came in through the small dilapidated window, and was filtered by the thin window paper into a pale whiteness without temperature. color.There is a clay bowl with a raw edge on the table, there is always a strange smell of cold water, a crooked nail is nailed obliquely under the corner of the table, and there is a half-circle patch on the washed white curtain hanging from the head of the bed...these They were all deeply engraved into the depths of his memory as he grew up day after day, so that when he closes his eyes now, he can still recall the edge of the piercing hand of the pottery bowl, which the maid used to gently sharpen his own. nail.

A little bigger, he can already transform into a human form, but the ears and tail still cannot be removed, and the maid always looks at him with a sigh.They lived in the most dilapidated servant's room in the city lord's mansion, but it was very close to the outside of the mansion, so he often burrowed in that dog hole and sneaked out to have a look at the outside world. Of course, he occasionally He would also be discovered by those gods. If he was better, he would spit in disgust, and if he was almost, he would take out some hard object and smash it at his head and face. He would not show mercy to him just because he was just a child.

During that time, he learned to walk like a dog with his tail between his legs.

The maid looked at the wound on his body and didn't stop him, but took a sackcloth dipped in water and wiped it carefully for him.

"You are a wolf like your mother, how can a high wall keep you in?" She whispered softly, this was one of the few words she said to him, so that he could hold his breath for ten years. Dungeon kept in mind, "When you have the ability in the future, just leave here."

"Then I'll take you too."

The maid just shook her head and didn't speak.

Day by day, month by month, year by year, spring survived winter, autumn covered summer, his body was jointed like a green tree after rain, and he was finally able to close his tail and ears, and was finally embraced by other people in the city lord's mansion. Found.

He was brought before the new city lord of the Fire-hating Kingdom. He stepped on clean bricks and stones under the worn-out straw sandals, breathed the air with a faint fragrance, and saw the magnificent decorations that almost dazzled the eyes. , he knelt down in the court awkwardly, and the god-man guard beside him was holding a knife and halberd with cold eyes.

The man asked him a lot of questions. He was just an ignorant and innocent boy at that time, not knowing what to say and what not to say. A man of God forcibly took away.

He resisted, struggled, refused to admit defeat, and there was youthful anger in his ferocious eyes of different colors, but he was still young after all, and he didn't understand how many ways the gods and men who were proficient in this area would torture him. Look at him, tell him how many things he can go back to see her after learning, but he has no choice but to suppress and study hard.

He learned the limits of endurance, the skills of killing people, and the martial arts of those gods, and there were other gods and youths in the class with him.On weekdays, they form their own cliques, but as soon as he appears, they can immediately turn their finger on him. They wantonly laugh at him as a bastard, his mother is a natural disaster, he is a useless waste, and he It is impossible to argue with them, because as long as he shows a rebellious look, the teacher's pointer will immediately hit his back and beat him to pieces.

So he not only learned to tuck his tail, he also learned to wear a gentle enough smile under any circumstances.

After all, he is the son of a wolf, and he has improved rapidly in terms of skills and strength. When another difficult assessment passed, he carefully asked the teacher to see the maid.

"Okay," he heard the teacher agree to him without hesitation, "then you can go see him."

He was ecstatic, and under the supervision of his teacher, he returned to the dilapidated house where he had lived for many years, but when he called the maid's name and eagerly opened the door, he was stunned.

The maid's frail body fell to the ground, her lips were chapped and abnormally blue, her cloudy eyes were half closed, like a white fish paralyzed on the shore, and there was a rancid smell in the air.

She had been dead for a long time, and no one even came to collect her body.

"You must be a knife in the master's hand," the teacher's indifferent voice came from behind him, "and the knife cannot be relied upon."

He was just silent, not even saying a word.

He tidied up the remains of the maid and watched her body being dragged away by the guards.He became taciturn and decisive, suppressing his viciousness under his calm appearance, even those god-man boys asked him to kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, he did as he said, but when he stood up, he was calm and breezy Pat the dust off his trousers.He has become more diligent and studious, and he has become more and more proficient in using the killing methods that he used to think were cruel and unused. He is just a young man with a bit of childishness in the corners of his eyes and brows, but his hands have already been stained with countless stains that cannot be wiped clean. blood stains.

He wiped out political enemies for the city lord of the Fire-hating Kingdom, hunted monsters for the nobles in Kongsang City, and cleaned up disobedient slaves for the high-ranking adults. He killed and did everything. All slaves had to brand a mark of humbleness on their bodies, but he made the city lord hesitate for a moment, and finally recruited him personally to ask his opinion.

"Let's burn it on the subordinate's face," he smiled, "so that others will know who the subordinate is when they see it."

The city lord laughed three times, praising his loyalty again and again.

A brand was burned under his eyes, and it deepened every year, becoming an ugly blooming flower on his face.

Later, on a mission, they were responsible for entering the mountain forest to drive away wild animals for the distinguished guests of Kongsang for hunting and fun. Unexpectedly, there was a big accident that time, and hundreds of masters, including the teacher, all died. In the deep mountains, his torso and face were bitten and mutilated by some ferocious beast, and Jin Xian couldn't save him. He was the only one who escaped from it holding his wound and saved his life.

The three city lords were all frightened and angry, and ordered people to torture him for several days and nights. He just gritted his teeth and chuckled, saying that he didn't know anything, that there were indeed powerful monsters haunting the mountain, and he was always on duty outside. So escaped.

In the end, it was the god-man blood in his body that saved him. The person who ordered the execution could always remember that he was the son of the previous city lord of the Fire-weary Kingdom.After he went back, he lay on the bed for a week, and when he appeared in front of the city lord of the Fire-Annoying Nation, he had already put on a heavy copper mask, and bluntly said that he would replace his teacher and train a new batch of subordinates for the city lord.

So he picked out those wolf slaves who were mixed with god-man blood, established the wolf cavalry army, and became the notorious minions in Kongsang City, who were despised by gods and hated by slaves.

For hundreds of years, he never thought that he still had a mother to rely on.His father raped and forced his mother, who he thought was supposed to hate her child.

"That teleportation array... is the last gift your mother left you, and the only thing she can do for you..." The old leader was crying, and took out a broken wolf tooth from his arms, "she told I think she will come home from the west, don't let the people find her...I've been waiting for her..."

The old leader held his wolf teeth to his heart, and finally burst into tears: "Lang Yun'er... my Bai Yunduo! You lied to my father so hard... You lied to my father so hard..."

Lang Qing clenched his teeth, nails sinking into flesh and blood, he refused to look down, and he refused to turn his head away, the tear fell stubbornly from the eye sockets accumulated by the heat, flowed through the horrific twisted scars, and fell all the way to the black eyes at his feet. gone in the shadows.

Su Xuechan said softly: "Let's go out first."

Before turning around, Su Xixi took a look at Lang Qing's rock-like back.

"What should I do," she said, "Lang Qing is also a poor man."

Su Xianxian snorted angrily: "Bah, bah, bah! Lang Qing, Lang Qing, every day is Lang Qing!"

Seeing that the two little things were about to pinch each other like they did when they were young, Su Xuechan couldn't help but sighed: "Okay, don't quarrel, after he comes out, let's see how to go next."

"Do you want to go back to Qingqiu?" Su Xixi immediately grabbed Su Xuechan's sleeve, "When will we go home?"

"It's not enough," Su Xuechan patted her head, "Mother specially told me that I can't take you back to Qingqiu now."

Su Xianxian said, "Are the bad guys still there?"

Su Xuechan nodded.

"But now there are bad guys out there," she pointed to the sky, "and he's the biggest bad guy."

Su Xuechan hastily held her down: "Shhh! Candle God was just bewitched by someone, and it will recover, so don't talk nonsense."

While talking, there was only a sound of the curtain of the yurt, and Lang Qing came out from inside with his head down, his mood still fluctuating a lot.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Su Xixi tugging on Su Xuechan's sleeve, turning around and looking at him worriedly.

Although his eye sockets were still red, he couldn't help but smile at her, his handsome face was full of doting tenderness.

Su Xuechan coughed expressionlessly, and took Su Xixi to her side, "If brother Lang is fine, then let's discuss the next step."

Seeing them turn around and walk towards the yurt, Lang Qing couldn't help laughing.

Originally, he was supposed to be worn out and broken in the endless slaughter like a knife, but the two fox girls he met at the gate of the city changed the course of his life.

After discovering their whereabouts, he didn't care what would happen to them after they were caught by the gods, and he didn't care what their purpose was to break into Kongsang, he just wanted to catch them.He took revenge and poured out his anger. He just wanted to keep some people like himself, and then live on.

Until one of the girls turned into a breeze and slid by his ear, and slapped him not too hard.

"Bah! I hate dogs the most!"

Before that, he was slapped by many individuals.

The gods who humiliated him, the nobles who ordered him wantonly, and the bosses who scorned the monster clan extremely... He came from a mountain of swords and fire, and he didn't care about this little flesh and blood pain for a long time, but he had never heard such a voice.

——Such a vibrant, domineering voice with a little pampering and arrogance.

After letting go of the demon fugitive, he was scolded by his boss. He maintained his usual respect and docility on the surface, but he was still repeating those words in his heart.

It wasn't until he was walking in the city that he accidentally looked up and saw a wanted warrant. There were two identical white foxes with vivid eyes, and their identities were written underneath.

When he was surprised, he couldn't help but a smile appeared on his lips.

It turned out to be two distinguished golden branches and jade leaves.

He couldn't bear it suddenly in his heart, so he searched for scents and found their residence all the way, trying to persuade them to leave here.

Getting the second slap seemed to be the expected result. He looked into the girl's eyes that were as bright as sparks, and heard something that he had never heard in his life.

——"We live in this world, never to obey the will of the so-called fate!"

——"You are a wolf like your mother, how can a high wall hold you?"

This sentence coincided strangely with the voice in his memory, and it stunned him even more than countless slaps. He forgot to argue for himself, and also forgot that he was here to get them out of here, so he just kept silent. Putting on the mask, as if wearing a shameful witness for himself, he flung himself into the cold night wind from the window as if fleeing.

When he was young and energetic, he also thought that the high wall would not be able to hold him, but tonight he realized that he was wrong.

This high wall not only imprisoned him, but also allowed him to live like a dog with his tail between his legs for countless years!

He was terrified and trembling, and tossed and turned for many nights. When Wen Yang swung his knife at the seriously injured white fox, he finally couldn't hold back the anger and ambition bursting in his heart, and he pierced the light of the knife into a streak across the night. The thunderbolt, which was darker than midnight, slammed towards the high wall in his sight!

This is the moment when he really breaks away from Kongsang's control and begins to be free.

"What are you in a daze for! Come here!"

When Lang Qing came back to her senses, she couldn't help but smile.

——This is also the moment when he truly recognized his heart and had his own weakness.

"Okay," he said, "I'm coming."