When He Feng saw those people's white jade masks, he was already trembling.

"I'm still very valuable, please give me another chance."

The cold temperature of these hands reminded He Feng of a long time ago, so long that he still had never thought that his future would be so ups and downs.

At that time, he was just a very ordinary person in the vast crowd.

When the man wearing a white jade mask first found him, he was only at the waist of that man.

He was startled at that time and hid the rabbit in his hand that had been peeled alive.

People always don’t like aliens. Although he was young at that time, he knew that heretics would be regarded as alternative existences.

But when this man saw the thing he was hiding behind him, he not only said anything contemptuous.

He also stretched out his hand to him.

He had a jar of water on his hand.

"Drink." The man wearing a white jade mask said in a tone full of command, "Drink now."

Perhaps the resistance on his face was too obvious.

The man said, "If you don't drink, I will let the children over there know what kind of person you are. You said, today you peeled off the skin of a live rabbit, do you want to peel it tomorrow?

Something else? Guess what they would think of you?"

He was afraid of being treated as an alien, so he trembled his hands and drank the thing that he didn't know what it was. He thought, maybe it was venom!

But what is surprising is that nothing happened.

Until he forgot this, because he realized that his uniqueness was no longer the kind of abuse and killing, but the kind that could bring him real benefits. He could feel that he was refining a weapon.

The ideas are constantly becoming clearer.

He could easily understand some of the things the teachers in the academy said, even when children of his age showed confusion.

The magic tools he made gradually became different from others.

Oftentimes, the refining weapon relies on the moment of the inspiration. When he satisfied his "abuse" desire, the inspiration for refining weapon will emerge continuously.

Of course, even if he doesn't kill some things, he can still get a lot of inspiration, but he finally has a reason to be upright.

He told his friends and teachers that when making the best magic weapon, he needed to constantly cut open the bone armor of those spirit beasts and understand why they were powerful so that they could be used in the refining of weapons.

Those fools really believed it.

His evil desires were spread in the sun, and together with the evil desires of others, they could ignore them even if it was something that hurts a few people, and even "justified" for this.

Everyone is the same.

Nothing different.

In this way, he always thought that he would never see the weird guy who forced him to drink strange things that day.

But unexpectedly, after a long time, he actually saw a man wearing a white jade mask standing in front of his bed one night.

This time he didn't even say anything, and poured the familiar thing into his mouth.

During that period, he was a little drowsy and couldn't lift his strength, and he always had trouble refining his weapons.

So the guy quietly touched his room, and when he found out, the guy had already poured the cold thing into his mouth.

At that time, he heard the guy say in an extremely sarcastic tone: "Good work, you should thank us, they all regard you as a genius."

Then he fell and fainted.

When he woke up, there was no wound or feeling of discomfort on his body.

Instead, my groggy feeling improved a lot.

He held his head and his heart beat fast. What does it mean to thank them?

He is a genius!

He has been different from others since he was a child, and those people cannot be compared with him. He is a natural "predator" and is different from those who touch his nose and his small flesh. He is not hypocritical!

With anger, he had no control over himself at all. It was from that time that he began to expand his hunting area.

He no longer satisfied with some ordinary wild spirit beasts. He wanted to grow in a warm home, and saw their childish eyes showing fear and fear at him.

I also want to step on all the "geniuses" in the mouths of everyone. What kind of spirit beasts, humans, demons, and skin are all the same bloody flesh.

It is the stepping stone under his feet.

His movements were too big and finally alarmed the mother tree.

He was locked up.

But what does this matter? Those who have received his favor will help him, and his talent will save his life. How can those mortals compare to geniuses like him?

But it was in the years of being detained.

He also gradually forgot the strange man wearing a white jade mask.

In fact, he knew in his heart that there was something wrong with what those people gave him to drink, but he never wanted to admit that he was obviously so unique.

But at this moment, feeling the cold hands covering his face, he trembled all over, "Let me go, let me go once."

"I'm very special, aren't I?"

"Didn't you choose me because I'm special?"

He thought of handing over it to him, but was beaten up by Lingkun and others and was demoted to useless magic weapon drawings.

I thought that I couldn't see what was wrong with my drawings, but I could see at a glance what was so exquisite about Hua Xuan's drawings.

He was very scared.

Just like the children he used to see who learned to refine weapons with his teacher, the poor students could not see what was wrong with them, but they could see what was good about the works of the top students. They looked from bottom to top and had outstanding talents.

The person looks from above.

"I'm very special, I will create value for you again."

"Don't kill me. You must have gotten something from me over the years, right? Is that water that I don't know what it is? Give me another can of that water and I can continue to help you!" His voice went up and down

As he got bigger and bigger, his eyes were as red as bloodshot.

The man wearing a white jade mask laughed directly when he saw this.

"special?"

"Yes, you are very special, very bad. You are obviously a person who can stir up the wind and rain." The man's words shattered his pride.

Hua Xuan did not defeat him, nor did Yin Nian, because He Feng was extremely narcissistic and confident.

"It's not us, you're just a waste who simply likes to kill others."

"Don't take yourself too high."

"What other value can you bring to us?"

The man looked at He Feng below with contempt, "Hua Xuan's talent is inherent and unique to her."

"But you, what is fake is fake, how can you compare with your natural ones?"

"No!!" He Feng's throat burst out of his pain, just like everyone who died under his hands before.

The masked man grabbed his head.

Si Tiao slowly wiped his hands.
Chapter completed!