When I was 7 years old, I followed Bazahu to the fifth division of the Shanghai National Font. It was 1995. I never thought I would meet Duan Fei, nor did I think I would say goodbye to him one day. [Almost all books I want to read are, which are much more stable than ordinary websites and are updated faster. There are no advertisements in the full text.

If the most peaceful years in my life were definitely the five years I lived in Shanghai. I watched Sister Xin smile at me every day, listen to Uncle Chang teach, practice martial arts with Uncle Quan, and cook for Uncle Yong. Every night, I would see Uncle Duan sitting in the patio drinking tea. He liked to teach me a lesson and always said that if I didn’t work hard enough, I would die in the future, but I looked forward to him very much. Because he is one of the few masters I have ever seen.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and I still called him Uncle Duan, but he still called me a kid.

I thought we would get along like this, in ten years, twenty years, thirty years or even longer...

But, today, all the intersections come to an end.

Someone told me that the blood is hot and should be very hot, but why is Uncle Duan's blood so cold when it falls on my face, it seems that countless cold air flows into the depths of my soul.

I had forgotten to cry, held his face with both hands and whispered: "Uncle, can we stop making trouble? Just move. Move..."

I tried to shake his face, but in the end his body fell down gently, falling into my arms, and my eyes were covered in blood. I gently hugged his body, which was already stiff...

"Your fate is more difficult than ordinary people, and it will be difficult to survive."

This was what he said to me when he first met me. His eyes were not friendly. At that moment, I was a little afraid of him.

A disciple of the Tang Sect came over, stood in front of Uncle Duan, and took out a mobile phone from Uncle Duan, which was very old Nokia and a very small straightener.

"I'm still carrying a cell phone, huh? Why are there only two phones in this cell phone? The notes are also very strange, please listen to them."

The disciple of the Tang sect laughed loudly.

"The first one is baby's fucking daughter Xinniu, haha, it's Zhou Xin. This is still the fucking number one killer, no killer."

The man said loudly, and I growled: "Shut up, shut up your fucking dog's mouth!"

"Don't worry, there is a phone call below. It should be yours. The notes above say, baby Lin'er, it's you, it's you..."

The man's voice whirled in my ears.

I was stunned again. I bought the phone for him. When I was eleven years old, I bought a very old black and white machine with the money given by a rich employer. He wasted money and scolded me for me. Later, I asked Uncle Chang to secretly teach me how to type. When I was studying, I was ridiculed by Uncle Chang. I laughed secretly for a long time.

But I don’t know that he hasn’t changed his phone for so many years, but I don’t know that there are only two phones in his phone.

But I don't know that he would call me baby boy. He never called me that in person, never...

"Okay, kill Wan Lin."

Tang Lingfeng waved.

The Tang disciple who was holding Uncle Duan’s mobile phone came over, stepped on my head, shook Uncle Duan’s mobile phone on my face, and then said, “You don’t need to keep this thing anymore. Anyway, you’re going to die..."

While speaking, he threw his phone on the ground, and a thundering technique was fired, and in front of me, he turned the phone into pieces. I looked at the phone that was shattered in front of me and listened to the laughter around me.

I don’t care about my life and death, I don’t care how others humiliate me, but I care about Uncle Duan, I care about his reputation, and I care about everything he left behind.

I kept stimulating my spiritual sense, but my spiritual power didn't react at all. I pressed my hands on the ground, and blood had been grinding between my fingers.

"What can you do if you are trapped by the shackles of spiritual sense? Can you kill me? Do you have the ability to kill me? Everyone says you are a contemporary genius, and today I am lucky enough to kill a genius, haha."

The disciple of the Tang sect shouted proudly and drew out the short sword.

I looked at the fragments on the ground and the cold body of Uncle Duan in the distance. The darkness in my left eye spread little by little, and the black light became stronger and stronger. I had an idea shouting at me in my mind.

"Kill them, kill them all, kill everyone, take revenge, and kill them if you want to take revenge. Don't hesitate, take action."

The voice in my mind lingers and keeps roaring at me.

"No, no..."

Another voice in my mind was stopping me, like an angel and a demon talking in my mind.

"Be a demon. As long as you are in a demon, you can break free from the shackles. If you are in a demon, you can do whatever you want. What can you do now that you are suppressed like this? Can you take revenge? Your life is almost impossible to save. What can you do? Do you die together? A coward is such a coward. They killed Duan Fei, they killed Duan Fei, and they killed Duan Fei..."

The devil's voice became louder and louder, the angel's voice continued to weaken, and the black light in my left eye had already emerged, and I whispered: "They killed Duan Fei..."

"Hey, you've been muttering since the beginning, what are you saying? Are you begging for mercy? If you beg for mercy, I'd rather listen."

The disciple of the Tang Sect holding a short knife bent down, and with a smile on his face, he leaned closer to my face, wanting to hear what I said, but at this moment, one hand directly penetrated his head, inserted it from his left ear, and then rushed out of his right ear, carrying blood, shattered bones, and sticky brain matter.

This scene happened too quickly, and no one around could react, including Tang Lingfeng and Zhuojin Zaidi.

The Tang disciples who were killed by me didn't even have time to scream, and then blood began to spit out from both sides of their heads and fell heavily to the ground.

All the disciples of the Tang sect around were shocked. When they pulled out their sharp weapons and wanted to rush up to kill me, they saw me suddenly tilted my head and shouted loudly. The black light in my left eye burst out. The black demonic energy on my body penetrated and rushed out. My hair began to become longer and longer. As the demonic energy swayed wildly, the blood-covered white clothes on my body swelled constantly.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three consecutive explosions accompanied me roaring wildly, which made the entire Tangmen Hall panic.

"The spiritual sense shackles are all broken!" "It's impossible, the spiritual sense shackles of the Tang Sect were broken from the inside."

The people around looked very carefully and could see the spiritual shackles on my back shattering one after another. Tang Lingfeng looked at the black gas released by me and said in shock: "Are you being possessed at this moment? But isn't this kid a legendary fusion of good and evil? There should be no possibility of being possessed by the demon!"

I slowly stood up from the ground, my long black hair scattered on my shoulders, and I looked up at the people around me. But I saw ruthlessness in my eyes, and the black light in my left eye made people feel afraid just by looking at it.

"Tang Sect, everyone, die..."

The cold voice was revealed from my mouth...hf();
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