At the foot of Yulu Mountain, Qingtian Town. Darkness enveloped the earth, and everything in the world fell silent. There were no insects or human voices, only the violent mountain wind howling past, showing its raging power.
It is late autumn, and the mountain wind has picked up dead leaves all over the ground, rolling on the bluestone road. Just like many people's ordinary lives, they bloom and wither, and then roll with the wind involuntarily. Of course, in this situation, In the life of drifting with the tide, there will always be a lot of reluctance and reluctance, and even anger, anger at the stinginess and unfairness of fate. So the bloody journeys of changing fate against the will of heaven began to take place one after another.
At the beginning of the month, the crescent moon only had a small moon bud. Although there were heavy dark clouds in the sky, the small crescent moon persisted and reluctantly poked through the gap in the dark clouds. A faint brilliance falls on the world, bringing a faint light to the thick darkness.
In this continent, there are always some people whose lives are as stubborn and persistent as this thin Yue Ya!
The night wind blew wildly, and the moon was as cold as a knife! At the corner of the house, there was a ragged young man lying on his back on the ground, with a pair of dark eyes squinting at the night sky, with a complex intertwined look in his eyes - carnival and loneliness!
The dead leaves swirled and fell on the young man's body and face. However, the young man remained motionless, letting the cold wind blow through his thin body, as if he didn't notice it.
Beside the young man, there was a wine gourd and a knife.
The knife is a good knife, the whole body is as black as ink. Only in the thin gap where the handle and the scabbard fit, there is a hint of coquettish purple light. The young man's hands are white and slender, forming a sharp contrast with the tattered clothes on his body. If you just look at these hands, no one would associate them with a down-and-out young man living on the street. Because in most cases, only those who are used to a pampered life can maintain their hands so well.
At this moment, the young man's slender right hand was gently stroking the handle of the knife, his movements gentle and slow, as if he was stroking his lover, as if he was drunk and blurred. For three years, it was precisely because of this knife that he fell into love again and again. He survived to this day in the pursuit. Three years ago, it was God's favor that gave him the opportunity to possess this peerless sword, so that he could shine with his youthful style in competition after competition and chase after chase. Three years later, God once again cruelly took away everything he had, leaving him only this knife.
Does all this indicate something? Is it destined that he can only conquer the world alone?!
With a sigh, the lonely look in the young man's eyes became more intense. He took the wine gourd and raised his head to drink it. But a beautiful figure slowly appeared in his mind... It was a girl in purple clothes, with a pretty face and a head like The long purple hair of the waterfall is draped smoothly on the shoulders, and the two curved eyes are like the newborn crescent moon, shining with a charming smile. Around the girl's slender waist, there is a small purple wind chime, with The purple halo flows on the upper body, and as it moves, it makes a crisp sound, like a spring in an empty valley...
The wine is good. The wine is called "Drunken Cow" and is only sold in a tavern in this small town. The wine is indeed very strong. As soon as the strong wine enters the stomach, a spicy warmth quickly spreads. , went straight into his mind. He didn’t drink alcohol originally, but since that incident happened half a year ago, the young man couldn’t live without alcohol every day, and alcohol had become his best friend. Only alcohol could stimulate his carnival mood. Let the lonely mood slightly improve. And in this windy, empty night, to achieve such an effect, the strong "Drunken Cow" is naturally perfect! As the strong drink is consumed, the young man's heart slowly rises There was a feeling of pride, but this pride was mixed with a feeling of sadness and indignation.
Who is the hero who spends his days drinking and singing in vain, flying domineeringly? Even if he has a unique sword in his hand, even if he has a genius in his body, if he loses the treasured warmth in his heart, what is the meaning of this life? Every time he thinks of this, the young man wonders
He wanted to die. But he couldn't die, at least not yet, because of one word - revenge!
Revenge for killing his father!!! Therefore, he cannot die.
There was a buzzing sound, and it turned out to be a mosquito. On this windy, late autumn night, there were actually mosquitoes???
It was indeed a mosquito. Its eight long legs were retracted, its two pairs of transparent feathers were trembling rapidly, and it flexibly controlled its light body to turn in the air. Its long beak had already been stretched out, ready to fall down and suck blood at any time.
The buzzing in his ears made the young man frown. On his fair right hand, a faint blue vein flickered slightly. "Chi" a coquettish sword flashed past, and the buzzing sound disappeared immediately, and the mosquito's body
It becomes two sections on the ground.
One knife, two cuts. What a sharp knife technique!!!
A crisp sound of wind chimes sounded, which sounded so sweet in the mountain breeze. Only then did we see clearly that a purple wind chime was tied to the handle of the young man's knife! There was a faint purple halo flowing on it, which was strikingly similar to
The one hanging on the girl's waist in the dream is exactly the same.
The knife falls and the bell rings!
Against the backdrop of the alluring sword light, the purple wind chime looks like an elf in a dream.
After a long time, the young man stood up. He was already eight points drunk. His long body was slightly staggered and his steps were a little staggering. The cold night wind blew by, and a wine burp came up, but it was stuck in his throat and could not be burped out, rolling around.
The spicy smell. The young man smiled mockingly to himself. Isn't this tangled blood feud that cannot be avoided and killed just like this wine burp? It makes people feel like they are choking in their throats.
When the young man was sighing, the shadow in the corner behind him suddenly squirmed, condensing into a blurry black shadow out of thin air. As soon as the black shadow appeared, it approached the young man at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, a snake-like dagger appeared.
Flashing in his hand, he stabbed the young man in the back silently...
"Hiccup" The wine burp finally came out, the spicy smell filled the air, and the boy seemed to raise his arms in contentment.
Blade light! A coquettish sword light flashed across the night sky!
The young man continued to stumble along as if nothing had happened. However, the man in black behind him fell to the ground. The dagger in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and his throat was also broken. The man in black was filled with shock.
His eyes were still open blankly, filled with fear.
What a quick move! What a sharp sword!
At the handle of the knife, a gust of wind chimes sounded again. The young man did not look back at the dead body on the ground, but staggered away. The swaying figure looked so thin and lonely in the night.
Over the past few months, he has become accustomed to this kind of assassination, and he also knows that this assassin must be sent by the Tianji Group. However, all the assassins cannot kill him, and they are all under the light of his coquettish sword.
One knife, two cuts.
Now that the assassin is dead, no one can stop the young man's footsteps. He continues his footsteps. But he doesn't know where to go without anyone in the vast world. His existence is like an insignificant bird.
Ants are so insignificant.
On both sides of the bluestone road, there are rows of tile-roofed houses. Although they are simple, they are neat. Wherever you look, there are occasional windows that shine with warm candlelight, seeming to silently express the sweetness of home. However, this kind of warmth is difficult for young people to see.
Come, but it is so far out of reach.
"Push" the moon finally jumped out of the clouds, showing its silver plate-like body in the sky, with wisps of silver light falling, and the night was dispersed a lot. The green tiles on the roof reflected in the moonlight
A touch of silver.
"Du Feiyu" A clear female voice suddenly sounded from the roof of a tiled house.
The young man's steps paused slightly, but only for a moment, and he continued to stumble forward without raising his head.
"Du Feiyu, stop here." There was a hint of crying in the girl's voice, which was like a quiet spring in an empty valley. However, this crying only made the boy's mouth curl up in self-mockery again, but his feet did not stop at all.
"Du Feiyu, I hate you." The girl stood on the eaves, biting her lower lip with her teeth, stomping her boots, her eyes full of resentment.
The girl was wearing a purple skirt, and her long purple hair was fluttering in the night wind. Under the purple skirt, two smooth calves were exposed, and her fair skin reflected the faint moonlight, looking like a delicate and elegant dream. The girl's waist
There is a small purple wind chime tied in the middle, with a faint purple halo flowing on it. Upon closer inspection, it is exactly the same as the wind chime tied on the handle of Du Feiyu's knife.
The girl’s name is Xiaoya, Shan Xiaoya!
Du Feiyu's footsteps did not stop, and after a moment, he shook off the slightly crying female voice far away.
"Huh..." After turning around a street corner, Du Feiyu's figure suddenly softened as if he had collapsed. His thin body sat down against the corner with a wry smile on his face. He raised the wine gourd in his hand and raised his head.
My head was pounding again.
After a moment... Du Feiyu threw the empty gourd on the ground and glanced at the handle of the knife.
On the handle of the knife, the light of the purple wind chime loomed and circulated faintly.
This wind chime was given to him by her.
"Brother Yu, can I be your wife from now on?" Seventeen-year-old Shan Xiaoya smiled sweetly, her bright eyes flashing.
"Okay, but now my reputation is very bad, really bad." The young man laughed at himself helplessly.
"It doesn't matter, even if the whole world turns its back on you, I still believe in you." Shan Xiaoya smiled happily.
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The vows of eachother are still in my ears, but now things have changed and people have changed!
What if... Du Feiyu has ten million ideas in his mind: what if Shan Xiaoya is not the apple of Shan Longba's eye; what if Shan Longba is not the head of the Tianji Group, the largest gang in Moon City; what if there is no one in Shan Longba's house.
The head of the "first counselor" Du Jingtian appears; if Du Jingtian is not Du Feiyu's adoptive father, then he and she will continue to be childhood sweethearts, and maybe they will fulfill their promise at that time, marry her, and stay together forever.
happy life.
It's a pity that there is no what if, fate played a joke on him! What a big joke!
The childhood sweethearts of the past have turned against each other now!
Stingy fate is always rewriting the joys and sorrows of the world. And in the torrent of fate, what does he, Du Feiyu, have to blame? Why should he bear the most painful things and the most unbearable hatred?
?
From the day he knew the "truth", he stopped paying attention to her, never said a word to her, or even looked at her. He was afraid that as long as he looked at her again, he would not be able to make up his mind to take revenge. But only
He still kept this wind chime. Why he kept it, he couldn't tell clearly. Maybe it was because this wind chime was his only beautiful memory in this world.
Today, he has no relatives, no friends, no old friends, only enemies. He is just an ant, an ant who is so humble that he wanders on the street, so humble that his dreams are broken.
In his childhood memories, he had a luxurious life. He still remembered that that day was bustling with people coming and going. Unfortunately, he accidentally peeked at one of his father's scrolls, and was instantly transported to this strange place by a countercurrent.
The world has this bizarre fate today...
Everything is damn fate!
He smiled bitterly, and tears slid down his cheeks. Now, everything is gone. In this complicated world, where will the fate of an ant go?
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