Chapter 251: The past that confuses people with lies (1)
Yao Yan Huozhong has always believed in the saying that killers have no emotions, ever since he walked into the black door.
Yaoyan deceives the public and has no parents. His relatives fell in front of him in a disaster.
Yaoyan Huozhong watched his parents stretch out their hands, breathing bright colors, and stretched out their trembling hands towards Yaoyan Huazhong, and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Live well..."
Yaoyan Huozhong felt his eyes were sore. He didn't understand why his parents were lying on the ground and why his hands were full of bright colors.
Until a man took him away. He was five years old that year.
The man hugged him and walked into a black door. From then on, the demons and people forgot everything.
The tasks given by the man were completed perfectly by Yao Yan Luo Zhong. No matter how difficult the task was, no matter how serious the injuries were, Yao Yan Luo Zhong walked back to the black door.
It was not home, nor was it a place to rely on to lure people. Instead, he had nowhere to go. He lived like a zombie, obeying every command of the man.
He is like a doll tightly entangled by threads. Apart from blooming his never-tired body, he has no thoughts, no emotions, no fatigue, and no pain.
The life inside the black door is not something anyone can bear. He Yanyanzhong looked at the children being sent in one by one, and then looked at the corpses being carried out one by one indifferently.
To him, those are just things. Things of no value...
He maintained this kind of life for twelve years.
At that time, he was seventeen years old. He had been promoted from the most ordinary bronze-level killer to a gold-medal killer. As the youngest gold-medal killer in the history of the Black Gate, it can be said that he was able to win the wind and rain.
At this time, several people came to the black gate, which was the killer concentration camp.
Among them, Xia Yu was included.
Xia Yu didn't look like a killer at all. He exuded the aura of sunshine all over his body, and his bright and bright smile was so dazzling and uncomfortable in the eyes of the enchanting people.
Yaoyan Huozhong chose to avoid him, but Xia Yu stayed in the killer concentration camp. Because of a certain mission.
I don't know if it was fate, or whether Yaoyan Huozhong really had an entangled relationship with Xia Yu in his previous life. One morning, Yaoyan Huozhong suddenly discovered that Xia Yu lived right across from him.
The monster was stunned for a moment, then became very gloomy and disappeared.
Xia Yu looked at the back of the enchanting figure, with a hint of exploration at the corner of his mouth. He was very curious about this big boy. Such a young gold medal killer.
Xia Yu is actually also a gold medal killer, but he is five years older than Yaoyan Luozhong. He is also one of the youngest killers in their alliance.
This is doomed, the lives of Yaoyan Huozhong and Xia Yu will not be peaceful.
It was another sunny day, and the face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years finally twitched a few times. This was actually quite rare for him.
You know, he always has the same expression. No matter what happens, no matter what fatal injuries he suffers, he always has a stiff and cold face.
However, today, his expression changed several times. Because, Xia Yu.
At this time, Xia Yu was standing in front of his door enchantingly, bowing his slender fingers charmingly, and shouted one word in a magnetic voice: "Hi!"
I don’t know why, I’ve never known what disgusting lies are and I feel like vomiting.
He thought this was his illusion, so without saying a word, he pushed the guy who was blocking the way and walked away with a dark face.
Xia Yu laughed loudly from behind.
The two of them have finally taken over.
However, the following days cannot be described as earth-shaking for the demons and fools...
