After being scummed by four men

The dream began to collapse, and the soft morning light shattered like scattered butterflies.

In this dreamlike golden light and shadow, Fu Heisher hugged He Zecheng and stared at him deeply.

The broken light and shadow sprinkled on Fu Heisher's broad back, and on He Zecheng's chest covered with red curse patterns, and the two sat facing each other without a trace.

The light and shadow change, as if the years are gradually passing between the two.

In the end, there seemed to be a shifting force in the darkness that separated the two.

"Because you have nothing from the beginning, so there is no need to be afraid of losing anything."

The 6-year-old Zenyuan Shier bowed his back and shuttled quickly and secretly among the bushes, his feet lightly landed on the ground, as cunning and dexterous as a cat.

"A poor man, if he wants to win something for his poor life, the fastest way is to gamble, to gamble desperately."

So when Zenyuan Shier was not allowed to go to school by his father, Zenyuan Shier beat up every big and small child who went to school, so that none of them dared to go to school again, and his father was very angry And reluctantly allowed him to go to school.

"But there is one thing that is very strange and common in the world, that is, the unlucky person at the beginning will continue to be unlucky."

"So there is no point in gambling for a poor man. He has been unlucky since he was born, and he will not win gambling in the future. He has the opportunity to change his life."

"A person who is not a Chanyuan, who is not a magician is not a person... Chanyuan Shier, you probably are so arrogant because you don't understand." The older child who tricked Chanyuan Shier into the forest full of curse spirits said to him at that time. When he spoke, his face was full of disdain, "Then you should reflect on yourself here, and get to know yourself before you come out."

"Then why do people still gamble when they know they're going to fail?"

Six-year-old Zenyuan Shier came to the edge of the forest, but when he walked out of the forest, he discovered that the end of the forest was actually a cliff.

Zenyuan Shier walked across the grass to the edge of the cliff, looking at the misty clouds rolling in the dark night below, his expression was ugly.

Just when Zenyuan Shier was about to turn around and walk back to the dangerous forest, his muscles suddenly tensed uncontrollably.

Zenyuan Shier felt something suddenly piercing his nerves like countless sharp steel needles, causing him to instantly open his eyes wide in vigilance.

It's a curse, a very strong breath of a curse. Unlike those miscellaneous fish in the woods, Chanyuan Shier feels that he can be easily crushed into dross by the other party.

--Behind!

Zenyuan Shier suddenly felt an evil and cold darkness appearing behind his head, his nerves sounded a sharp alarm in his brain, Zenyuan Shier quickly turned his head to the side and turned around flexibly He turned around and hid his back.

However, the moment he turned around and saw the person coming, he froze.

Under the bright moonlight, a blond young man wearing a small black crown and a red robe and white hakama is looking at him with a half-smile on his lips. There is a drop of bright red blood on the tip of his outstretched white finger. Slowly dripping onto the grass.

At this time, Chanyuan Shier felt the tingling pain at the corner of his left lip belatedly, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the wound, felt the wound about half a finger long, and couldn't help frowning.

"Damn it, I still plan to rely on this face for food in the future." Chanyuan Shier complained in a vague way, but his eyes quickly glanced around from time to time, his mind was spinning fast, trying to find a way out.

The blond young man didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything, but when he saw the wound on the corner of his lips, a trace of surprise flashed across his golden and black pupils, and then he walked leisurely to the tense Zen courtyard. in front of you.

"It turns out that you were like this when you were a child." Chanyuan Shier was pinched and raised his chin, and was forced to look at the blond young man's beautiful and seductive face under the moonlight, and listen to him chuckle and say something he didn't understand.

Zenyuan Shi'er's heart was pounding, he stared closely at the humanoid curse in front of him, and at the same time felt his scalp tingling with excitement.

I seemed to be scared, all the nerves and sensations in Chanyuan Shier's body were concentrated on the soft fingertips pinching his chin, soft and smooth, completely different from his rough and firm palm.

But obviously the other party doesn't have any killing intent, but I'm still afraid?it's because i...

"It's too weak, hum." He Zecheng looked down at the young Tian and Tyrant, then shook off his hands in disgust, turned around and opened the black wings condensed on his back, and with a light shake, he flew to the distant sky.

The air on this mountain is very good, without the industrial pollution and smog of the modern late 20th century.

He Zecheng was flying high in the sky, feeling the night wind blowing on his bare skin, and seeing the refreshing boundless sea of ​​stars in his eyes, but his heart was inexplicably afraid and agitated.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing more and more harshly on his broken heart, and this increasingly uncomfortable torment made He Zecheng more and more anxious.

In the end, He Zecheng stopped flying forward, but landed on a clearing with a pale face and cold sweat.

I don't know why, there seems to be a connection in the dark, like a string falling from the back of a kite, tightly imprisoning his heart, forcing him to go back, back to Shi'er in the Zen garden.

The powerful blond curse left, Zenyuan Shier knew that he should be thankful, thankful that the other party had no killing intent towards him, thankful that the other party had no interest in him.

But he couldn't help raising his head, stretching his neck, looking at the figure that was going away quickly, and even stood on tiptoe in the end, hoping to see the smaller and smaller figure clearly.

Strange, why did I become so strange, Zenyuan Shi Er thought reluctantly, that is the person who can easily kill himself, he should be happy.

However, when the figure completely disappeared from his vision, Zenyuan Shier suddenly felt an indescribable sourness in his heart.

This kind of sourness was too strong, mixed with no complaints or regrets that made him puzzled, which made Zenyuan Shier extremely irritable.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, frowning, he walked back to the dangerous woods, looking for the exit.

Zenyuan Shier has no idea how to get out.

This is the training ground for the training masters of the Zen Academy, and he, who was born with 0 mana power, has naturally never been here before, so he is extremely unfamiliar with the terrain here, and is completely unfamiliar.

At this time, an inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if some invisible wire was pulling him to the other end of the wire.

Zenyuan Shier thought about it and decided to follow his intuition.

In this case, there is only this way.

He Zecheng suddenly felt the pain in his heart lessen, and at the same time, he felt that the other end of the string holding the kite was gently pulling him, pulling him closer to that person.

He Zecheng's face was ugly. He didn't like this feeling of being controlled by others, and he didn't need that kind of tenderness.

"Fu Heisher, what on earth are you thinking?" He Zecheng gritted his teeth and said to himself, "I'm a curse, are you sick?"

He Zecheng walked back and forth irritably on the spot, feeling the shattered heart trembling uncontrollably, which made him even more irritated and resisted.

Zenyuan Shier finally found He Zecheng instead of an exit.

Zenyuan Shier took the initiative to put himself in danger.

Zenyuan Shier looked at the blond curse and turned around expressionlessly, no longer the initial casual look, the strong sourness overflowed his heart again.

Zenyuan Shier resisted the emotion he couldn't understand, walked up to the blond curse, and was surprised to find that it still had no killing intent on him.

...I met a curse spirit who doesn't like to torture and kill humans?Zenyuan even felt incredible.

At this time, Shier's keen and superhuman five senses told him that there were people approaching. There were many people, about 50 of them, and they were very powerful, at least at the level of second-level spells.

Zenyuan Shier didn't know what was going on, so he clenched his fists vigilantly and tensed his muscles.

He Zecheng also noticed it, which finally improved his bad mood.

The usual indifference returned to He Zecheng's face again, waiting for these people to provoke him one after another.

Soon, there was a continuous rustling sound from the surrounding bushes. He Zecheng lowered his eyes and hooked his lips when he heard the sound, and then countless black shadows rushed forward in an instant, and all rushed towards He Ze who was surrounded by them. sincerity

Blood flowed all over the ground, and in this small open space, the dark green weeds shone scarlet faintly under the moonlight.

Half of the conjurers died at this moment, and the remaining conjurers looked at He Zecheng with a happy expression in the center with vigilance and horror.

The 6-year-old Chanyuan Shier also looked at him in a daze.

It turns out that it can kill people, but why didn't it kill me?

He Zecheng, who had become a curse, was pleased by their strong regret, fear, resentment and other negative emotions, so he didn't continue to kill, and instead walked to the Zen Yuan Shier, grabbing his back collar.

"You will belong to me from now on." He Zecheng smiled lightly, said to him, and then grabbed Zenyuan Shier and wanted to leave.

"Huh?" Zen Yuan raised his left eyebrow in displeasure, and stared at him with wide eyes.

However, at this moment, someone from the conjurers stopped him:

"Wait! You can't take our Zenyuan family away!"

When He Zecheng heard this, he looked back at him and smiled, and raised his hand casually, and the vines that grew in an instant pierced the man's heart, and everyone else fell silent.

"Are all the members of your Zenyuan family so overconfident and disgusting?" He Zecheng said, and innocently tilted his head at the terrified Zenyuan masters, "In this case, everyone with the surname of the Zenyuan should go Die, I don't like people who repeatedly disobey me like fleas."

Doesn't it annoy me enough to have a guy who doesn't know how to live and can't kill?

Then He Zecheng turned his head, looked down at Zenyuan Shier's immature face, and said lightly:

"You, lead me the way."

The meaning turned out to be that the family of the Zen Academy would be slaughtered tonight.

The surviving magicians panicked all of a sudden. They looked at Zenyuan Shier, the son of the patriarch's elder brother, who lived a life worse than pigs and dogs in their Zenyuan family, and despair appeared in their eyes.

Zenyuan Shier was caught in a tangle for a while, not knowing whether he should tell the location of the Chanyuan family, although the members of the Chanyuan family were indeed scum in his opinion, but he never thought of killing them all directly .

At most, give him a good beating.

Zenyuan Shier frowned, moved his lips, hesitated to say something, but was interrupted by a panicked voice.

"Wait!" A man who seemed to be the leader of the surviving magicians trotted over in fear.

Zenyuan Shier watched the man throw himself to the ground as soon as he came in front of He Zecheng, humbly curled up and knelt in front of the curse, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Ha, the family of the Chanyuan, one of the three masters in the magic world, takes exorcising the spirit of the curse as its mission?What a joke.

They are nothing more than a group of dogs who bully the weak and fear the strong, and follow suit.

He Zecheng looked at the man indifferently, but he didn't mean to laugh at him. In his eyes, human beings are no different, but they are all weak and small ants, except——

He Zecheng glanced at the young Zenyuan Shier with a sarcastic expression.

So this guy is a little bit special, powerful, but also very inexplicable and incomprehensible.

He Zecheng turned his gaze back again, looked at the Zen master who was kneeling in front of him, and heard him say in a humble tone:

"...My lord, please listen to me. I beg you to let the Chanyuan family go, we have more uses for you... Please think about it more."

"Useful? It's a line that is beyond self-control." He Zecheng smiled and raised his hand, a coquettish vine slowly grew from his palm, "I can make you more useful right now, do you believe it?"

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