Her mother, who was originally a monk in the human world, mistakenly entered the earth world and was defiled by the gods in turn because of her beauty. It was under such circumstances that he came into existence.
Despite this, despite the torture, the mother did not resent the life in her belly. Instead, she gave birth to herself with hope and love, but the final result was death in childbirth.
"But, is this really true? All of this is just my thoughts." Qiying smiled bitterly.
He had never seen his mother. Perhaps, before her death, her mother never even looked at him. Perhaps, before her death, her mother only treated him with hatred, and gave birth to him with unwillingness, resentment, and despair.
There won't be any stupid woman in this world who would sacrifice her life to give a monster a new life. All of this is out of necessity.
He is just an abandoned baby and a monster.
Whether he wants it or not.
He is an abandoned baby and a bastard. He has human blood flowing through him and is destined to be rejected by the gods.
Those gods used him as a plaything and a slave for fun. He was trapped in a dirty world and experienced different tortures over and over again. It was the world of demons, with only the hole in the tree.
It can bring you short-term peace of mind.
To this day, Qiying doesn't know how to describe the feeling he felt back then. He can't even find the direction of his hatred. Deep in his heart, he always feels that this kind of sadness is natural and justified.
He is a poor person. He cannot have a happy childhood like other children. They can cry and yell without restraint and enjoy the love and care of their parents. But he, no matter how wronged or angry he is, does not dare to say anything.
I could only grit my teeth and hold on to my voice. I didn't dare to cry to express my grievances like other people, but I didn't dare to be full of anger and hatred for fear of being noticed by others and causing death.
From the moment the Seven Shadows were born, they were doomed to be filled with fear and confusion, living in a hazy hell that was only for themselves.
Year after year of torture, Qiying was like a walking corpse, but his heart was not without fluctuations.
He longed for some kind of equal treatment and mutual respect, but from the beginning to the end, those tribesmen looked at him condescendingly and looked at him with contempt for ants.
He didn't understand, since the gods already had a long life span, why couldn't they give themselves a little more kindness?
The tribe never gave Qiying any kind promises, even if he became the best slave, even if he became the most loyal hound, even if he had half of the blood of the gods flowing through him.
He suddenly remembered something deep in his memory.
It was a long, long time ago. The tribe would descend to the lower world every once in a while to capture young babies and use them as food. Those young children were brutally killed by the gods, and their souls were imprisoned in the temple sacrifices.
On the stage, I suffered a lot of pain.
However, facing this cruel scene, Qiying envied them. Envious of them, there were also moments when they were needed.
"Have I... ever been needed by others?" Qiying has been thinking this way. Perhaps, becoming a slave and a plaything for others' pleasure is also a kind of need.
Therefore, he must become a competent plaything.
………
……..
Suddenly, he felt a warm gaze, a warm gaze that he had never seen before.
Looking along the eyes, this is the mother's eyes full of kindness and compassion when she looks at him.
Is this really a mother's gaze?
He didn't know at all because he had never met his mother.
Perhaps, this really is the look that belongs to the mother. Because he has seen the look that belongs to the mother in other children.
Qiying shook the two leaves in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally called out.
"mother……."
The woman lowered her head, with a warm smile on her beautiful and clean face.
"Jing Ling, are you hungry? We'll be home soon."
The mother's voice echoed in the ears, and the good smell hit the face again, making people feel peaceful and sleepy.
Qiying slowly closed his eyes and leaned into his mother's arms. The words he originally wanted to say were not uttered as he slowly fell asleep with his mother's gentle breathing.
As the sun sets in the west, its colors converge. The river in the sky begins to reflect the river in the sky, flowing into a silver silk, and in the blink of an eye it seems to be flashing with various colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and so on.
The woman gently patted the child's back, hummed nursery rhymes, and walked along the mountain path.
……..
"Greed, desire, and ignorance."
In the dark world, a voice murmured.
The sound was low and melodious, resounding in the empty dark night, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, or from ancient times, echoing in this space.
Everything seemed extremely quiet.
But, it was just because it was so quiet that it became even more creepy.
There is only this sound, with some kind of magic power, intermittent, sometimes far and sometimes near, but clearly audible, echoing in the wilds over and over again.
At some point, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, the black clouds dispersed, half of the moon's face was revealed, and the bright moonlight fell on the earth, revealing a black figure.
"Greed is the desire for the state of obedience, which must be obtained. The human heart is greedy to the extreme, and it cannot be compared with it. Greed is endless, and desires are hard to satisfy."
"Infatuation is a common human condition. Everyone will fall into love and find it difficult to extricate themselves. All creatures in the world are like this. They are obsessed with themselves and the past."
The low and deep voice continued, as if it were an octogenarian speaking in a hoarse and hoarse voice.
"Desire, do you know?"
"Hahahahahaha!"
As he finished speaking, little fluorescent lights suddenly lit up around him, like stars falling into the dark night, dazzling and dazzling, making the originally eerie night look dreamlike and beautiful. A man in red could be seen.
The middle-aged man was laughing crazily.
"Every inch of soil in the world we see is watered by people's blood; every grain of sand is stained with people's sweat and tears. They are the purest material and people's spiritual sustenance. They precipitate
In the soil, they last forever, and their breath is still flowing to this day."
"This is that my desire is the most powerful symbol of vitality. It represents hope, the future, and also represents that wherever I point, it is territory!"
Immediately, those fluorescent lights condensed and gathered around the middle-aged man. At this moment, the tall and majestic figure held up a fiery red flame crown, shrouded in armor, holding a battle ax and wearing heavy armor.
The majestic and powerful aura swept across the sky and dispersed the darkness in the distance.
"Dugu City, in this three-color celestial tomb, its desire did not lose me, but made me know what my "desire" was, thus breaking through my own shackles and stepping into the Chaoge realm with one foot.
I hope you don't get "lost" here, otherwise it will be too boring for me to win this battle." The middle-aged man held a battle ax and was indescribably high-spirited.
Half-step to Chaoge, in the era when Chaoge realm cannot be reached, he is truly invincible! How many people are his opponents in the human world? Even the eighth heaven, which is rumored to be extremely dangerous, can still break through.