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Her pure white dress was covered in blood, and her beautiful red dress was even more shocking.

However, there was a gratified smile on her beautiful pale face.

The man's eyes were blood-red like a drop of blood. The moment he caught the delicate body in the air, drops of blood and tears rolled down his face. At this moment, the thin and frail body of his lover seemed to have suddenly become as heavy as Mt. Tai, pressing him down to his knees.

"Why!? Why? The one who took that palm was me! "Why?"

Looking at the grief-stricken man, the woman opened her mouth with much difficulty, but was unable to speak. She could only smile miserably.

"Ruo Ling." The man had bitten his lip, and his heart was dripping blood.

"You said so. If anything happens to me. Unless he was stepping on your body. Past. Me. So touching. He had no family since he was young. No. How lonely! Ever since I met you. Me. Very. Happy. Because I finally had one. Home. You. is the closest person to me. " As he spoke, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Ruo Ling, don't say anymore, I understand!" "But you won't die." The intermittent words made the sorrowful man's heart feel as if it was being stabbed by a knife. Blood and tears blurred his vision.

"No. Me. I can't lose you again. Me. I'd rather be myself. Dead. I want you, too. Good. Good. Live, cough cough. " The woman trembled as she insisted.

He, this man, had not shed a tear for over ten years. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but cry out loud.

"No. Don't cry. "No."

"Ruo Ling, I only want you to live well and live together with me. I don't want you to die for me."

"After I left. You must live well. "Remember, don't."

A teardrop that she was reluctant to part with slid down her cheeks. The man faced the sky and howled, his indignant and sorrowful roar spiraling through the endless night sky.

At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, and the blazing golden light around him was rapidly growing dimmer and dimmer. Within the rapidly demonizing body, a thunderous curse of death exploded forth.

"Oz — old thief — I, Karma Demons, want you to die under my axe for all your life!

In a dark room, a man jolted from his bed. Under the bright moonlight, tears were already streaming down his face.

"Why, why do you always dream like that! Oh my god! What's going on? " He sighed heavily and got out of bed. There was a light breeze outside the window, and under the moonlight, the little mountain village was filled with silence and peace. At this moment, his body and mind were utterly exhausted.

He was a very famous young hunter in the village. He didn't know his surname, but anyone who knew him would call him 'Empty'.

He and his father had always lived together.

Originally, everything was fine. But half a month ago.

There was a tiger, three wolves, and a white bear. The most precious thing was this white bear, because in this kind of forest, the snow-white skin of the bear was extremely precious, and the fierce white bear was an even more unfathomable treasure.

"Bastard, you really got lucky today!" I caught a glimpse of you, hehe. You're lucky to have met me. If it were any other hunter, it would have taken a lot of effort! I won't let you be riddled with wounds, and I won't let you have a single piece of good meat on you. Hehe. "How amazing, I let you go so easily without any pain or itch."

"Hehe, you died happily! I also got a good piece of white bear skin! Not bad, not bad! The deal between us, brothers, was very perfect! "

He skillfully peeled off the huge white bear skin, then laughed out loud, "When you get to the place where you should go, remember me, the one who gave you such a happy reincarnation."

At this time, he suddenly felt like there was a whirlwind in the sky. Before he could react, he heard a hissing sound and a large bird with gray wings quickly rushed down. Its target was clearly him — Empty.

Empty was indeed an outstanding hunter. The moment he was pounced on, he leapt to the other side. Then, he heard a loud rumble from behind him. Raising his head, he realized how powerful it was! The burning flames had already left a huge crater on the lawn, and a series of explosions could be heard in the sky.

Empty's hair stood on end as he spread his legs and ran. The huge bird in the sky that was unknown closely followed, spitting out immense flames from time to time.

"Oh my god! What the hell is this guy, he can even spit fire in his mouth! "

Emptiness and panic filled his heart but he did not stop there. In the blink of an eye, he had already fought a few rounds in the mountains.

"Damn it, we really shouldn't have disobeyed that old bumpkin!" Originally, he came here on his back to see if there were any rare and precious beasts that could make a fortune. Unexpectedly, before he could obtain the White Bear's hide, he was being chased by this damnable fellow! "What terrible luck!" Just as he was cursing, a huge ball of flames suddenly appeared in front of him, causing him to be so scared that he nearly peed his pants.

"It's over! Old head! No one will send you off! " With an empty voice, he fell to the ground with a miserable scream. In front of his eyes, a fiery light suddenly appeared.

At that moment, a strange thing happened.

A steel nameplate hung from his chest, and just as the flames were about to burn the empty space, a blood-red light suddenly flashed, and a lifelike 'Fire Phoenix' pattern appeared on the nameplate.

Before the air was shaken senseless by the powerful air current, the fire phoenix instantly burst out with a blazing light, immediately rushing towards the incoming flames.

"Boom —"

A huge ball of light immediately caused the earth to shake and the mountains to shake. The powerful shockwave completely destroyed the flying monster's godly powers.

"Awoo — —" The divine beast faced the sky and let out a long howl, as if it knew that a sacred object had descended. It suddenly circled around the sky and quickly disappeared.

At this moment, the empty space had already been knocked out by the powerful air current.

The moment he fainted, the bloody dream started to envelop him.

The tragic howls and curses of the heart-rending man were deeply etched into his empty mind, and did not cease for a long time.

"What happened to me?" His empty mood was extremely vexed.

When he was asked about his father, the old turtle's head, the drunk father would always hold the wine gourd in one hand and the nameplate in the other, speaking some empty and incomprehensible words.

Divine Spirit Rise – Fire Phoenix Fall –

"The karma devil has died — — the heavens and the earth exist — —"

I hate you for the sake of the Lord. A pity that this life would end forever.

"Grief — — Grief — —"

It was said that this was a line passed down by his ancestors. Of course, the meaning behind it was not something that could be understood empty-handed. However, every time he saw the expression on Old Turtle's face, his heart would always feel heavy.

When it came to Old Bastard, he was a big shot. And it was said that his father was even more of a big shot.

Such a reputation was unique in such a small town.

"You dare to look down on this daddy. Listen well! I, your father, am a big shot! If you say it out loud, I'll scare you bastards to death! "

Everyone in the tavern opened their eyes wide as they stared at the mysterious man. However, their eyes were all blurry from being drunk. They stood at the very front of the tavern. There was a drunkard sitting on the table. He held a wine jug in his left hand, and gestured to the onlookers with his right hand over and over again.

"Hey, Old Turtle!" What is the meaning of repeating this sentence? Just tell me clearly, what kind of big shot is your father! "Haha!" Everyone present laughed and teased this drunkard, but this drunkard seemed to be very drunk already, so he scolded loudly, "You commoners, what are you arguing about? I was kind back then. You guys were still here when my old man destroyed those bastards. He was still rolling around in his mother's womb! How dare you laugh at me! How dare you laugh at me now! Hey, kids! One day, one day, you will see. "I saw it." As he spoke, he gulped down the jug of wine.

"Hey, Old Turtle!" Old head! One day, there will be a day when I see something! " The crowd jeered, all because they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

After the drunkard finished the wine in the jug, he squinted his eyes and pointed at his surroundings with the jug, as if he wanted to say something. In the end, he did not say anything and just dropped off the table. The crowd burst into laughter.

"Hehe, old head!" After the crowd dispersed, the shopkeeper quietly ran over and kicked the drunk man. The drunk man then wobbled as he stood up. That kind of attitude was like someone who would give anyone a hard time.

"Done."

"Mm, it's done. This is your reward. Take it! "

"Fill up the wine pot for me!"

"No problem!" You're still coming even after it's clear! " The shopkeeper had a face full of smiles as he passed over a stack of copper coins.

"We'll talk about it later." The 'drunkard' weighed the stack of copper coins, picked up the wine pot, and left as if no one was around.

"What is that thing!?" Do you really think you're a big shot? "It's just a wine keepsake," the shopkeeper stroked his moustache and walked to the back of the hall with his hands on his hips.

No one knew where this old shxt came from. They only knew that this drunk man in his fifties had been wandering the streets a long time ago.

And every time he traded pieces of flawless bear skin or wolf skin for wine to drink. People asked him where he had stolen it.

"You bastards are the ones who use that trick. Listen up! "It was my son who got it."

He had a son, a son no one in town had ever seen, only mentioned when he was drunk.

His son's name was Empty.

The moment this name was mentioned, everyone burst into laughter.

Why! It turned out that even when he was two or three years old, he still didn't have a name. It was said that this old turtle was drunk to the point of being a complete mess one day. When he returned home and saw the crying little fellow, he actually used the wine jug as milk and fed it. The strange thing was, he didn't know if this little guy was too hungry, or if it was an alcoholic who was born with the head of an old turtle. He too drank up the entire jug of wine.

This time, Old Turtle was so enraged that he almost died. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was addicted to alcohol, but the jug was empty. He was so anxious that half the night was on fire like a blessings ointment.

After a whole night of this, Old Turtle actually gave this little guy a name of 'Empty'.

From this, it could be imagined just how addicted this old man was to alcohol. But when he wakes up, his son is trained to be a good hunter.

Thus, this child, who had never met him before, became the only evidence that could be used to justify Old Turtle's actions.

Of course, with such a good hunter, their life was still very, very poor. The most important reason was because of this old bumpkin, who was addicted to alcohol as much as his life, and the emptiness that he was addicted to alcohol as much as his life. Almost all the profits from hunting were thrown into the wine vat by the father and son duo.

No one knew who called out the name of this' old bumpkin 'first. Therefore, when he was nine years old, he stopped calling Old Bastard 'dad' instead, and just like everyone else, he also called Old Bastard 'boss'.

As for Empty Mother, Empty had never heard of it. Old Head Old Turtle had never mentioned it either. When he was young, Empty had asked, but Old Head actually said he wasn't sure. Strange. If there was no mother, could the emptiness have come from the stone? Thus, when it came to the day he was sober, he was certain that his mother had been swapped for wine from this old bumpkin who loved alcohol like his life.

Kong Kong didn't want to be the second old head of the turtle. However, there was no other way around it. If he followed behind such a father, he wouldn't be the son of the old head unless he was addicted to alcohol. The only thing that made him feel gratified was that he was good at poking bears and hacking wolves.

On this point, it was also the reason why he was constantly getting beaten up by the old turtle's head.

Why! It turned out that Old Turtle had always been bragging about how terrifying and influential he had been back in the days, and how he was used to using the Great Axe. He despised those fellows who stabbed people with the broken halberd the most. Therefore, whenever he dragged a wild beast home empty-handed with a few holes in its body, the old turtle would always beat the crap out of him. This was also the place with the most empty resentment. Think about it, after these wolves and bears were dragged back, they would inevitably be taken care of. This was the father and son's five viscera temple and wine gourd. Yet, this old man didn't know what was good for him. Not only did he beat him up, he even warned him that if he were to make such a mess out of things, he would be punished for a month.

And what was even more unconvincing was that he had never seen an incomparably powerful giant axe in Old Turtle's head in his life, let alone any of those unparalleled axe techniques. In fact, there was only a short pitch-black harpoon in the house other than the machete used to chop wood.

In order to make a living, Old Turtle had taught him how to hunt in the mountains with a machete since he was six years old. All along, he had asked Empty to comprehend the secret behind hacking a wild beast to death without harming it in the slightest.

Why don't you hurt even the tiniest bit of your fur? The fur of most wild beasts were originally very valuable. A single piece of fur from a white bear could be exchanged for a silver coin, while a piece of wolf skin could be exchanged for a copper coin. This was the most valuable thing to them.

How to kill the prey without leaving a single crack was the hardest thing to do in the past ten years of training in martial arts. However, when he was sixteen, he finally did this. A knife to the throat. Strength and movements were perfectly combined together. That 'coincidence' skill was truly at the peak of perfection.

In truth, Empty had always been skeptical of Old Bastard's skills. Although he had never taught him how to use the giant ax, nor had he displayed his superb axe skills. But the daily lessons of firewood chopping and the skinning of the prey seemed miraculous. Speed, accuracy, and strength were all required to be very delicate.

Despite being skeptical, Empty was still very diligent in his training. In the past ten years, he had been able to completely peel off a bear skin within ten seconds. And you can chop wood into any complex shape with that clumsy machete.

At this point, Old Turtle never boasted about anything. At most, when he was in high spirits, he would hug his son and tell him all kinds of strange stories from the previous world. The bitter wars between empires, the strange events in the Black Wasteland, the tragic rivers of blood, and even the ghosts and monsters that seemed to be real or fake were all things that he had personally experienced in his prime.

It was for this reason that Empty still felt a little excitement towards this drunkard's father.

However, whether it was true or not, no one knew. When Old Turtle came to his senses, his mud-like face made him despise himself greatly for having such a father. Perhaps it was because of this that Old Turtle was so infuriated that he couldn't help but make things difficult for him by hunting and chopping firewood. In the end, he couldn't avoid a beating.

It was only half a year ago that Old Turtle had finally died from drinking to his heart's content. Before he died, he had finally made a profound evaluation of the empty ten years of martial arts techniques. It was still a matter of harming himself!

The look in that old turtle's head was so complicated that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"I didn't expect you to be able to be so creative with this set of 'Scenario Heavenly Soldiers' by using a machete … Remember, you'll still have to use your harpoon or halberd in the future. Don't touch that axe for the rest of your life! Oh, that's right, we can only use harpoons! You are not allowed to use the halberd or the axe. In case your father and your father couldn't close their eyes and died with grievance! "

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