"Human life is as cheap as livestock there. Children assassinate each other. Even when they are resting and bathing, they must not be careless at all. Otherwise, you will be alive and kicking one moment, and you will turn into a cold corpse the next."

"My master healed my face. He only told me one thing: In this world, there is only the law of the jungle, and there is no so-called family and friendship. If I want to become stronger and regain my father's favor, I have to continue to

Kill on the ground, grow in the killing..."

Gong Yanmo talked slowly, without much fluctuation in his voice, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Although Feng Lingyan closed her eyes, she still felt a little strange in her heart.

This person looks cool, elegant, gentle and calm, but he didn't expect that he grew up in a Shura field.[

A person who comes out of that kind of place is surrounded by a dark night-like atmosphere, full of intense chill and oppression.

Like Black Flame, Red Flame and others...

"After all, I was only a few years old at that time. Even in the midst of constant killing, I still longed for friendship. I actually got to know a child. That child was the same age as me. He took care of me everywhere and learned skills together.

He even killed three children who wanted to plot against me, and almost lost his life himself... Unconsciously, I had a little trust in him. I told him what happened to me, and he told me the same.

His experience. His life experience is not surprising. He is the son of an ordinary farmer in Jinyun Kingdom..."

He stood by the window, his eyes lonely and indifferent.

Just like his reminiscences, the past was as bleak as ice and snow, and he never told anyone about it.

There is no one worth talking to...

Although Feng Lingyan closed her eyes, she was unknowingly attracted by his story.

She didn't want to hear it originally, but now her heart was ups and downs.
Chapter completed!