The icy rain, mixed with the biting cold wind, hit Murong Xiaotian's face unscrupulously, but it could not calm his angry, restless heart at the moment.
A roar of thunder leaped out of the sky like a violent laughter, and continued like a war drum. A white light cut through the sky, making the entire earth translucent, and then instantly dragged it into boundless darkness.
In one light and another in the dark, the scar on Murong Xiaotian's forehead reaching to the corner of his eye, and his face distorted by anger, made it weird and terrifying. His 1.8-meter body was walking like a ghost in the windy and rainy night.
"Haizi, your death will not be in vain, I will make the dead man pay the same price!"
The inner cry twitches palely.
"Crack!" The sound of thunder is still the same, and the lightning is still the same.
"Bang", Murong Xiaotian knocked open the door of a dilapidated house in Dongcheng District, K City.
"Boom", the scene in front of me was like an uncontrollable torrent rushing straight to my forehead, the pain was like a bayonet cutting through my heart and lungs, leaving only a helpless sadness.
In the hut, a bald man jumped up from the ground in shock at the loud bang of the door. He was naked and his belt was half untied. There were torn and scratched marks on his body and face, and there were traces of traces of blood leaking out.
The blood stains trembled slightly in the cold wind that came through the door.
In the corner, a girl with a helpless look in her eyes clutched her torn clothes tightly, her face as pale as paper.
Murong Xiaotian's heart was split with fear, tears streaked down his face, and his figure suddenly became lonely and desolate.
Slowly and mechanically, Murong Xiaotian opened his rain-soaked jacket and numbly pulled out a sharp fire ax with cold light flashing.
"Oh my God, Tianzi, you, what do you want to do?" The bald head said incoherently and his body trembled and he backed away.
"You bastard, you only do such despicable things. You don't even spare your brothers' women." The cold voice, as if it came from hell, spat it out word by word, step by step with heavy steps, slowly,
He pushed towards the bald man.
"Tianzi, what do you want to do? Haizi is already dead. This woman will just follow someone else. Besides, I haven't done anything to her yet," the bald man said with fear on his face.
"Get out of here," Murong Xiaotian looked at the woman coldly, expressionless.
The woman trembled through the wind and rain and disappeared into the night.
"Tianzi, we are brothers after all, don't hurt our friendship just because of this."
"Brother?" Murong Xiaotian laughed sadly and wildly, the sound was like a cuckoo crying for blood, and it was extremely sad: "You betrayed Haizi to Fatty Li, and you still dare to mention the word brother."
The bald man's expression suddenly changed with horror.
"Tianzi, spare, spare me, no, don't kill me, you have to pay with your life for killing." The bald man begged helplessly, his body shivering like a dead leaf in the wind.
"Don't worry, I'm not eighteen yet, so I can't accompany you." Murong Xiaotian looked ferocious and mechanically waved the ax in his hand...
The heavy rain, accompanied by bursts of electric shock, poured down on K City at night.
Murong Xiaotian stood quietly in the wind and rain, looking up at the sky, letting the cold wind and rain gnaw at his sad heart.
My heart is dead, where is the sky?
Murong Xiaotian pointed to the sky, heartbroken: "God, you are unfair!"
........
Fallen leaves follow the wind, where will they go?
I can only cry to the sky.
The figure that once flew was like the wings of an angel.
Crossed my desire for happiness.
Where love wakes up and has been.
The fragrance of yesterday still vaguely remains.
That familiar warmth is like the wings of an angel.
Cut through my boundless heartache.
I believe you are still here and have never left.
My love is like an angel guarding you.
If you knew this place, there would be no me from now on.
I'll find an angel to love you for me...
A beautiful and sad melody floated throughout the car, and emotional sentences were scattered all the way as the car flew by.
"Uncle, why are you crying?" The innocent and sweet child's voice penetrated the singing and reached Murong Xiaotian's ears.
"Oh", Murong Xiaotian woke up from his dream and looked at a pair of bright and curious eyes in front of him: "Accidentally, the wind blew it." He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and reached out to close the car window in a covert manner.
Looking out the window at the car slowly driving into K City, a trace of sadness flashed through my heart. Ten years have passed since I left K City sadly, and now I am back. Ten years of vicissitudes cannot heal the trauma in my heart.
On the way to the end of the world, my heart is broken. Looking back, things have changed and people have changed, my face has faded, leaving only sad tears.
Murong Xiaotian stood on the noisy and bustling street, staring blankly at the flow of people passing by. Ten years of changes made him unable to recognize K City in the past.
Home? Where is home? The place where my home used to be has turned into tall buildings rising from the ground.
Do I still have a home? Murong Xiaotian shook his head and smiled bitterly at himself.
I wonder how my brother and sister are doing now? Murong Xiaotian raised his head and sighed, the nightmare from ten years ago came to mind again...
Murong Xiaotian numbly knocked on the door of Lin Xiaoming's house, the principal of No. 1 Middle School in K City. The blood splashing on his body had been washed away by the rain and turned into a bright red.
"Xiaotian, what's wrong with you? What happened?" A middle-aged man opened the door, his eyes were horrified and concerned.
"I killed someone." Murong Xiaotian's face looked even more twisted and hideous in the dim light coming from the room.
"What, you...", shocked, absolutely shocked, too excited to say complete words.
Murong Xiaotian's expression was numb and his eyes were dull.
The middle-aged man, who had experienced many accidents, regained his composure after a while, and said with concern and regret: "Xiaotian, the law will not tolerate mercy. If something happens, you must face it bravely. I will accompany you to surrender."
"Bang" Xiaotian bent his knees and knelt down on the ground, expressionless and resolute: "I don't need you to accompany me, I will go by myself. Xiaotian is coming tonight, and I only want one thing from Uncle Lin."
"Child, get up quickly. Just say whatever you want." There were tears in the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Three of us, brother and sister, always bother you. Xiaotian knows that Uncle Lin is a good person, so Xiaotian begs Uncle Lin to adopt my younger brother and sister." Murong Xiaotian touched his forehead to the ground and knocked "bump" repeatedly.
"Xiaotian, get up quickly, Uncle Lin promises you." The middle-aged man pulled Murong Xiaotian up, his voice choked, and he raised his eyes and sighed: "Fate plays tricks on people."
"Uncle Lin, please don't tell my brother and sister..." Murong Xiaotian stood up, feeling infinitely sad and choked with sobs. He numbly bowed to the middle-aged man, turned around helplessly, and rushed into the cold wind-raging house.
In the rain...
"Hey" Murong Xiaotian shook his head and brought his mind back. He had been to No. 1 Middle School in K City, but Principal Lin gave up writing and went into business ten years ago, taking his younger brother and his younger sister with him to who knows where.
Xiaoyi, Xiaofeng, are you okay wherever you are? Murong Xiaotian curled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly. There was a huge sea of people. Forget it. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Find something to do first and settle down later. Pocket
There isn't much money left.
"Do you have any special skills?"
"No."
The other party shook his head apologetically.
…
"What is your education level?"
"I didn't graduate from high school."
"sorry,……"
…
"How many years of work experience do you have?"
"No."
"terribly sorry."
The recruiter smiled and shook his head.
…
"You have just been released from prison. I'm sorry..."
Murong Xiaotian turned around and left without saying a word.
…
In a few days, I traveled to dozens of places and received various answers, that is, "I won't come to work tomorrow." Murong Xiaotian felt a trace of sadness in his helpless heart. Where will he be tomorrow? Helpless, helpless, no hope, no
Looking forward to the future, Murong Xiaotian wandered aimlessly on the street, looking around aimlessly.
""Destiny" is about to come out. Niantian Group hires professional players with high salaries to build the best team with generous remuneration. If you are interested, please come to our group's Asian branch to register before 17:00 on January 1, 2010. Detailed address:
No. 8, Mizun Road, Tsing Ma Street, K City, F Province, China."
This advertising banner jumped into Murong Xiaotian's sight, causing him to lean over involuntarily, and a rare smile appeared on his gloomy face.
"I used to be a master of "The Heroes of the Three Kingdoms" before. Hehe, it's not an exaggeration to say that I am a professional player," Murong Xiaotian thought stupidly.
My mood seems much better, so I cheer up and read the details under the banner carefully:
More than 20 countries including China, Japan, the United States, and Germany have invested US$300 billion. After ten years and thousands of scientists developing a large-scale simulation game, "Destiny" is about to be released.
This game is completely operated by artificial intelligence. There is no GM. Cheating methods are completely eliminated. 100 artifacts are waiting to be discovered. Each hidden profession depends on luck. Uncompleteable tasks all depend on fate. There is no special account or lucky account.
, there is no internal testing or public testing. Direct operation. The opportunity is equal to all players.
"Destiny" has 100% simulation level, magnificent momentum, and magnificent scenes, bringing you a destiny experience as if it were personal experience, with naked visual shock and 100% pain.
The game starts running at 18:00 on January 1, 2010. It will start running on time.
On January 1, 2010, Murong Xiaotian was stunned and quickly looked at his watch. It was 16:48 on January 1, 2010.
Damn it, there are still 12 minutes left before Niantian Group’s recruitment deadline.
Murong Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, opened the door, got in, and took out the only 10 yuan he had on him: "Brother, I only have ten yuan left. If you have more, I will not give it back. If you have less, I will make do with it. Ten yuan
Send me to No. 8 Mi Zun Road within a few minutes, okay?"
"Brother, if you're straightforward enough, come here and I'll give it to you for free." The taxi driver smiled at Murong Xiaotian who looked expectant, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out.
Arriving downstairs at the Niantian Group's Asian branch, the clock tower just rang the 17 o'clock bell. Murong Xiaotian took three steps and two steps at a time, pushed open the door of the downstairs hall, and roared: "I am a professional
