Tell a story about a man.

He lives a humbler than anyone else, and has lived a life of no dignity since he was ten years old. Anyone who sees him can trample on him at will, and even a child with no power can add scars to his body.

If you are beaten on one side, you will bend the other side over. If you are abused, you have to smile and say "Well, you will be beaten."

He cannot show any disrespect, nor can he show any hatred, otherwise he will face ten times more pain than before.

It all went on from ten years ago to the present-day--begins since his father was dismembered before him and his mother.

When the nightmare comes, the father has not paid off the debts and the mother and son will continue to repay them until they die in a state of utter destruction, or the enemy loses interest in them.

Barbarism is like hell, but it is in line with the tyrannical nature of human beings.

——

So, within ten years, he gradually forgot what happiness is, and forgot the memories before the age of ten. As long as he recalls a little, he will feel endless grief and anger. This grief and anger are of no use except for making him lose important people.

A man has a natural talent. He can hide all his feelings well and pretend to be a weak little bastard who can do whatever he wants to survive.

then.

On this day, the man endured all kinds of insults for a day as usual and returned to his "home" - if this house made of dilapidated wooden boards were considered home.

Ironically, just 1,000 meters north of this simple wooden house, it was the man's man's father built ten years ago. It was the courage to buy out a whole mountain, and it was as luxurious as an emperor.

Of course, now all this is occupied by enemies, which has become a permanent irony.

"I'm back, practice."

This is the voice of a vicissitudes of life, and the thin figure is standing in front of the wooden house.

It should have been a rare beauty. It was also a hot spot in the upper class of the city ten years ago. Its dignified manners, noble temperament, agile wisdom, and a woman who is as good as men, but she is surprisingly kind and simple. She complements the man's father and builds a world from scratch.

But now she looks haggard, as if she has been drained from water. Excessive insults has made her lose everything she deserves to be proud of.

But even so—

She still showed a warm smile in front of her son and told him that this was his home.

"mom……"

The man lowered his head and replied, and wanted to walk into the room.

"Wait, look up." She grabbed the man.

After a slight pause, the man raised his head and a ferocious wound spread from his right eye to his cheek.

"Did they do it again...?"

Sighing, the mother pulled him into the room, washed his wounds with white gauze, disinfected them with salt water, and then simply bandaged them.

"cough……"

During the action, my mother started coughing violently, and her health had been completely wiped out.

The man hurriedly helped his mother lie on the bed, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." The mother called him, "Do you want to ask them for medicine?"

She said with a cold face, although she was tortured, she still retained a majesty that ordinary women could not reach.

“…”

"There is no need, Lian'er, I know my body, it's no longer a few pills can solve it."

"Then let them take you to the hospital!" the man turned around and said firmly.

"Impossible. Even if it is possible, do you think I will be happy? How much sacrifice do you have to make them agree? Satisfy their evil taste of abuse? We mother and son are just playthings for venting hatred, and there will be no mercy." The mother stated calmly.

"But……"

"I won't talk about this anymore. Lian'er, tomorrow is your birthday. Do you have anything to want?" the mother said with a smile. Although her son has grown up, she still said in a tone that seems to coax a child.

"I don't...I don't want anything." Li Lian replied awkwardly. Over the past ten years, his face could no longer express any emotions.

"Oh? Then let my mother think about it yourself. Don't blame her if you don't like it." The mother showed a mysterious smile, with a hint of comfort in the corner of her eyes, a hint of unwillingness and a hint of relief.

——

The next night, Li Lian received a gift, or relic, given by his mother.

Two pale notes.

"Fortunately, I have not been humiliated by the ten-year agreement. Lian'er has grown up, so I can go with you."

——Dear

"Liang'er, my mother will not ask you to do anything, nor will she stop you from doing anything, but you must survive and live out your true self. The eagle will spread its wings into the sky, and the mother is willing to lift the shackles for you."

——Zhi Lian'er

In front of him, blood covered the earth, as if endless red lotus occupied Li Lian's entire vision.

My mother walked peacefully, and the pain of death did not take away a trace of her pride and self-esteem, but left an eternal smile on the corner of her mouth.

A touch of comfort, a touch of unwillingness, a touch of relief, a touch of irony.

“…”

Li Lian felt that there seemed to be a string in his mind.

Without shouting at the sky and the earth, Li Lian was unexpectedly calm. No, it was more deadly than calm.

The more excited he was, the calmer he seemed, and the more crazy he was, the colder he was.

——Isn’t this ten years of patience all for you? My beloved mother!

——Otherwise, wouldn’t you be able to get rid of it easily ten years ago?

——Don’t you beg for mercy again and again? Why?

Although he was puzzled, he would not have any doubts about his mother, because his mother was greater than any other woman, taught himself the meaning of existence and told him that there was love in this world.

So, there is only one thing to think about now.

Revenge, put this pain a hundred times on the enemy, drink the enemy's blood, eat its flesh, peel its skin, crush its bones, and stop it. All tortures are tried one by one, crushing his bones and squeezing it! Let him regret being a human being!

Not bad, just like I have been thinking about it every day for the past ten years.

I have planned countless times without thinking carefully. Countless plans emerge from my mind, and I vow to cause a bloody storm!

Endless violent aura arose from the heart, and even his always rigid facial features began to distort.

"Mother, can you not even stop my revenge from being so kind?...You will regret it..."

Thinking of the words on the note, Li Lian grabbed his chest hard.

Extremely painful, extremely happy crying—

"There is a devil living here."

——

Half an hour later, the Wang family mansion.

A 73 cm long Taidao is held in Li Lian's hand, made with exquisite modern craftsmanship, a 100-fold steel blade, a deep blood groove, and a hand-ground blade.

The right arc makes people feel elegant, and the handle wrapped in black skin gives people a comfortable feel.

There is no doubt that this is a very excellent weapon.

Ten minutes ago, Li Lian took her out of a study room and turned her from a decoration into a real weapon.

If this knife had a soul, it would have been trembling with excitement.

——It will surely be stained with countless blood.

Li Lian was extremely excited, but his face did not change at all, and his steps were still calm, just like usual.

He can completely separate his mind from his body, and even if his heart is surging, he will not show any expression.

"Oh, the Li family's dog is here. Just put on the collar quickly. It's not good to bite people."

His face was full of viciousness, and the young man in front of him was the eldest son of the Wang family.

“Yes…yes…”

He responded submissively, pretending to be frightened, and the contraction of the facial muscles was accurate, just like a computer program, perfectly portraying the word "cowardly".

He picked up a dirty collar from the corner of the wall, which was a must-have jewelry every day.

"Hahaha..." The young master of the Wang family burst into laughter, and the bodyguards in the room also laughed together.

"I can't play enough, bastard."

So Li Lian also laughed, twitching his muscles to make a "smiling" expression.

He bent down, entered his right hand, and his wide coat completely covered the sword. He rushed forward and his legs burst out with a hound-like speed!

Draw the sword and unsheathed it! A nearly perfect arc passed through a bodyguard's throat, then pulled the knife straight, and a rapid stab penetrated into the back of the second bodyguard.

At this time, the other two bodyguards reported it and reached out to touch the gun in their arms.

Li Lian picked up his left hand and smashed a stool. Then he followed up at a cheetah-like speed, held the knife in both hands and stabbed it into the man's chest. He pushed the corpse and blocked the last bodyguard's shooting with the corpse.
To be continued...