Twelve years ago, just like the beginning of Wang Xu's story, it was also a rainy night.
Liu Yikong was running down the street, with blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. He had obviously been seriously injured. The cold rain seeped into the wound, reminding him that his feelings were gradually disappearing...
He held a little girl in his arms, who looked only seven or eight years old. She was very scared, but did not cry. She just lay silently on her father's chest and trembled.
The road in front of him suddenly cracked, obviously caused by the destruction of psychic powers. Liu Yikong had to stop. He knew that since the other party had caught up with him, he would never be able to escape.
The pursuer came out from the corner: "Haha... Liu Yikong, you can't count, can you? Hahahaha! You can't count that you will die in my hands, right?"
Qiu Deng laughed hysterically. Although he was also injured, he was much lighter than Liu Yikong. Moreover, the other party had to protect the child in his arms, so the suspense of victory or defeat had long been lost.
Liu Yikong replied: "I really can't count that my brothers for many years have taken action against me..."
"Hehehe...hahahaha!" Qiu Deng laughed more and more crazily: "Brother? You treat me as a brother?! Hahahaha!
What a brother! Then do you understand clearly? As long as you are around, I will always be just a second-rate guy!! Everyone knows that you, Liu Yikong, are a great strategist, but what about me? Am I your follower? Do you think
Will I, Qiu Deng, live in your shadow my whole life?!"
Liu Yikong gasped hard: "So... when I got this piece of divine calculation, you became murderous, right..."
Qiu Deng showed a ruthless look on his face and gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph...even if I don't have this book, I will kill you sooner or later!"
Liu Yikong sighed deeply: "Actually... I should have expected that such a day would come. You still can't let go of Qinglan's death..."
"Shut up!" Qiu Deng roared. He raised his right hand and slashed the air with his palm. An invisible sharp blade cut through the heavy rain and flew towards Liu Yi in an air strike.
Liu Yikong was unable to avoid it. He turned around and blocked the blow with his back, just to protect the child in his arms.
Liu Qingruo suddenly felt that the cold rain falling on his head had become warm, but this warmth came from his father's chest, which was the temperature of blood.
"Live...don't blame fate...you have to be strong and brave..." These were the last words Liu Yikong said to his daughter. He knelt down on one knee and let Liu Qingruo stand still.
As Qiu Deng approached step by step, Liu Yikong used his last strength to stand up again, turned around and faced his best brother.
"Don't call her name in front of me... Qinglan belongs to me! She should be mine!"
"You're right..." Liu Yikong smiled calmly.
Qiu Deng didn't expect that the other party would actually say this, and his overwhelming murderous intention stopped.
Liu Yikong continued: "You are right, she was devoted to you, but you didn't respond. You are always like this and not good at expressing yourself, so in the end she chose me...
I don't mean to possess everything, but you never strive for anything deliberately, which makes people think... you don't care at all. But I know that you only care about one thing, and that is Qinglan...
But she is the only one...I can't give it to you..."
Qiu Deng's clenched fists were shaking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Liu Yikong added: "The Divine Calculation Chapter is right here, you can take it... As long as you get this book, you will definitely be able to transcend what I call the realm of 'divine calculation'.
I'm sorry for you. I failed to take good care of Qinglan. It's understandable that you hate me... My life is at your disposal at this moment, but please let Qingruo go... She is innocent, and she is also Qinglan's child..."
With a "pop" sound, Liu Yikong's throat was pierced, and he passed away before he could finish his words.
Qiu Deng shook off the blood on his hands: "Leave her so that she can avenge her Uncle Qiu in the future? Huh... you have been plotting against me until your death! Do you still think I will be fooled! Ah?!"
He trampled Liu Yikong's body like crazy, using spiritual power in every blow. The ground under the body was trampled to pieces. There were many wounds on Liu Yikong's body. During Qiu Deng's mad trampling, Liu Yikong was injured.
Like a dumpling with its stuffing exposed, the internal organs and blood were squeezed out, and finally the whole body was shattered to pieces.
After doing all this, Qiu Deng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Maybe he was crazy, but I would rather believe that this is the proper state for a person who is not good at words to vent his dissatisfaction after being silent and enduring for many years.
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Liu Qingruo stood in the rain and looked at the scene that happened in front of her. She could no longer tell whether it was the rain or the tears that ran across her cheeks, let alone why Uncle Qiu wanted to kill her father.
But she learned one thing this night - kill.
When Qiu Deng turned back and approached her, she did not retreat or even be afraid. A voice in her head told her that the man in front of her was as vulnerable as an ant.
Since he had killed his long-time brother, killing an eight-year-old girl was naturally nothing to Qiu Deng, so he took action without hesitation.
But at this moment, Qiu Deng felt the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness, and then a feeling of suffocation came over him. His face turned pale, and the water in his body drained rapidly, turning him into a mummy.
The scene was strange and strange, like a plant that dried up and withered in the heavy rain...
The rain was still falling, and Qiu Deng fell to the ground and kept twitching. He was the first person to see Liu Qingruo's spiritual power, so he was also the first to die.
Liu Qingruo walked slowly to Qiu Deng and stared at her father-killer enemy indifferently. Qiu Deng was speechless. At this moment, he was still breathing and could only greet his last moments with eyes full of fear.
A few seconds later, Liu Qingruo cried again. This was the first time she used psychic powers. If she had known that she could kill someone so easily, her father would not have died.
But there are no ifs in this world, so she did another thing to make herself feel better.
Qiu Deng was also cut into pieces, and while he was awake, he felt his body being gradually torn into pieces by psychic powers. At the last moment when he lost consciousness, he was still feeling every ounce of pain.
It was a rainy night full of blood, and Liu Qingruo's subsequent life was changed by it. Perhaps, as early as this time, she had also gone crazy, as if the innocence and compassion in her soul had quietly disappeared on this night.
The little girl, whose body was covered in blood, had a perverse and weird smile on her face before leaving the alley.
