When He Feng saw the white jade masks of those people, his whole body was already trembling.
"I am still very valuable, please give me another chance."
The cold warmth of these hands reminded He Feng of a long, long time ago, a time when he had never imagined that his future would be so ups and downs.
At that time, he was just a very ordinary person among the huge crowd.
When the man wearing the white jade mask found him for the first time, he was only as high as that man's waist.
At that time, he was startled and hid the skinned rabbit behind his back.
People always don't like heterogeneous people. Even though he was young at that time, he knew that heretics would be regarded as an alternative existence.
But when this man saw what he was hiding behind his back, he didn't say anything disdainful.
He also extended his hand to him.
In his hand was a jar of something that looked like water.
"Drink." The man wearing the white jade mask said in a commanding tone, "Drink now."
Probably the look of resistance on his face was too obvious.
The man said: "If you don't drink, I will let those children over there know what kind of person you are. Tell me, what you skinned today was a live rabbit. Do you want to skin some tomorrow?"
Others? What do you think they will think of you?"
He was afraid of being regarded as an alien, so he shook his hands and drank the unknown thing. He thought, maybe it was venom!
But surprisingly, nothing happened.
Until he forgot about this matter, because he realized that he was different, and it was no longer the kind of difference that killed people, but the kind that could bring him tangible benefits. He could feel that he was in the process of refining weapons.
My thoughts are becoming clearer.
He could easily understand what the teachers in the college said, even when the kids his age looked confused.
The magic weapons he made gradually became different from others.
And weapon refining often relies on that moment of inspiration, and when he satisfies his "abusive" selfish desires, weapon refining inspiration will come out in a steady stream.
Of course, even if he doesn't kill things, he can still get a lot of inspiration, but he finally has an upright reason.
He told his friends and teachers around him that to make the best magic weapon, you need to constantly cut open the bones and armor of those spiritual beasts. You must understand why they are so powerful before you can use them in refining weapons.
Those fools really believed it.
His evil desires are exposed in the sun, along with the evil desires of others. See, as long as something is beneficial to them, even if it is something that hurts a few people, they can ignore it, and even "justify" it.
Everyone is the same.
No difference.
In this way, he always thought that he would never see the weirdo who forced him to drink weird stuff that day again.
But he didn't expect that after a long time, he would see a man wearing a white jade mask standing in front of his bed one night.
This time, he didn't even say a word and poured the familiar thing into his mouth.
During that time, he was a little groggy and couldn't muster his strength, and things always went wrong while refining his weapons.
So the guy sneaked into his room quietly, and when he found out, the guy had already poured the cold stuff into his mouth.
At that time, he heard the guy say in a very sarcastic tone: "You did a good job, you should thank us, they all regard you as a genius."
Then he fell down and passed out.
When he woke up, there were no wounds or discomfort on his body.
On the contrary, my groggy feeling has improved a lot.
He was holding his head in his hands and his heart was beating fast. Why should he thank them?
He is a genius!
He has been different since he was a child. None of those people can compare with him. He is a natural predator. Unlike those who obediently touch their noses and touch their small fleshy beasts, he is not hypocritical!
He was angry and had no control over himself. From that moment on, he began to expand the hunting area.
He was no longer satisfied with some ordinary wild spiritual beasts, he wanted spiritual beasts that grew up in a warm home, and saw the fear and horror of him in their innocent eyes.
I also want to trample under my feet those 'geniuses' that everyone calls them. Spiritual beasts, humans, and demons are all the same bloody flesh and blood when peeled off.
It became a stepping stone for him.
His movements were so big that he finally alerted the mother tree.
He was locked up.
But what does it matter? Those who have been favored by him will help him, and his talent will save his life. How can those mortals compare to a genius like him?
But during these years of being imprisoned.
He also gradually forgot about 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 was never willing to admit that he was obviously so unique.
But at this moment, feeling the cold hands covering his face, he was trembling all over, "Let me go, let me go once."
"I'm special, aren't I?"
"Is it possible that you didn't choose me because I'm special?"
He thought about the drawings of the magic weapon that he handed in, but were beaten up by Lingkun and others and rendered useless.
I thought about how I couldn't see what was wrong with my own drawings, but I could see at a glance what was so wonderful about Hua Xuan's drawings.
He was scared.
Just like he used to see the children who were learning to make weapons from the teacher, the poor students couldn't see where they were lacking, but they could see what was good about the top students' works. They looked from the bottom up, and the talented students were outstanding.
man looking down from above.
"I am special and I will create value for you again."
"Don't kill me. You must have gotten something from me over the years, right? 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 became louder and louder.
He was getting bigger and his eyes were red and swollen like bloodshot eyes.
The man wearing the white jade mask laughed directly when he saw this.
"special?"
"Yes, you are very special, very bad, and you look like someone who can stir up trouble." The man's words shattered his pride.
Hua Xuan didn't defeat him, and neither did Yin Nian, because He Feng was extremely narcissistic and confident.
"If it weren't for us, you would just be a waste who just likes to torture and kill others."
"Don't think too highly of yourself."
“What other value can you bring to us?”
The man looked at He Feng below with contempt, "Hua Xuan's talent is innate and unique to her."
"But you, what is fake is fake, how can you compare it with the one who is born?"
"No!!" A painful roar escaped from He Feng's throat, just like everyone who had died by his hands before.
The masked man grabbed his head and blew it off.
Si wiped his hands slowly.
A gust of wind blew, and he disappeared on the spot, leaving only a lingering fragrance and a few hard clay dots used for clay sculptures next to the corner.