She had a dream.

In the dream, my mother held her in her arms, gently wiped the residue of pastry on the corner of her mouth, and a gentle smile on her face.

My father sat at the table, watching and smiling, and his rough face was filled with warmth from the bottom of his heart.

That feeling seems to touch a person's soul, making people unable to help but be addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

If this was a dream, how much she wanted to sleep forever in this dream and never wake up again.

However, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it will not continue forever.

When the sound of killing sounded, when she tried her best to make a cry, when she clearly remembered her martial arts, and her body had the instinct about killing but could not perform any moves and half-stances, when she looked at her mother and faced Wang Lingran of various tribes, she was not afraid, but looked back at herself and looked at her with sadness.

Her heart stinged violently.

She wanted to rush up, she wanted to change something.

But when my mother forced her to die, her father's face, which was rough but always smiling, was covered with tears, and she hugged her and rushed out of the encirclement.

When the memories of her mother were frozen at that moment, and only the face that was smiling particularly sadly in her memory, she finally stopped sinking and no longer thought about indulging in a beautiful dream.

Even if it is a dream, it is the same cruelty, and it is the same that you will never get the simplest warmth again.

Then, it is better to wake up and transform into a revenge Shura, so that your former enemies can feel your despair, helplessness, and fear.

But, she couldn't wake up.

This dream was like tying her into it.

At the best time, she didn't want to wake up.

At the cruelest moment, she couldn't wake up.

She watched her mother drag the kings of all races alone, and she knew that she was making sacrifices for her hope for life.

However, my mother's memory was finally frozen into the sad and beautiful smiling face in my memory.

She watched her father take her out of the siege and watch her escape from the siege again and again, with more and more scars on her body, her clothes were dyed red, but she always protected herself in the safest arms and never allowed herself to receive any harm.

She knew that the reason why those monsters were able to find their father again and again was because of their own breath.

I am like a fluorescent stone in the dark, and I will always expose my position to the enemy.

She knew that as long as her father left him, he could escape to the human realm alone.

But facing enemies again and again, the father just held himself tightly in his arms and did not let himself suffer any harm.

He watched his father escape from the siege with him again and again, and watched the scars on his father's body continue to increase.

Every time you escape from the enemy's siege, you will get safety temporarily.

Even when he was running away, his father would always take time to wash himself clean, repair his ragged clothes due to his escape, and wash them cleanly.

The father promised his mother not to suffer any grievances.

Although he was on the run, his father still did his best to give himself the best he could.

She watched the lion's claws pierce into her father's heart with her own eyes. Her father burst out with all his strength to repel the lion and escape with her again.

She knew that her father was dead, and what she had escaped with her was the corpse that locked the last trace of vitality at the cost of burning her soul.

He watched his father endure the pain of soul tearing, and comforted himself with a hearty smile on his face.

She wanted to cry loudly, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

one day.

Two days.

My father's movements became slower and slower, and his body sometimes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She knew that his soul had almost burned out, and that he had almost reached the limit he could make.

She wanted him to give up, but couldn't say a word.

Surrounded again, they met her teacher and they were saved.

She saw the relief relaxation on her father's face and the deep reluctance in her eyes when she looked at her.

But she knew that every moment he persisted, he would suffer more pain.

Just as the teacher said, you can die.

She knew that her father could really die and no longer have to bear the pain of "living".

She didn't know how painful it was to burn the soul, but she knew that it was a pain that was countless times more painful than any pain that could be endured in the body.

Otherwise, the legendary underworld would not have set up eighteen levels of hell, which would cause the pain of the soul to do evil.

Eighteen Hells?

Maybe, after I die, I will go to hell.

Even, you may be thrown into the 18th level of hell, suffer endless torture, and never be reborn, right?

But what happened? Watching the sufferings encountered by her father and mother with her own eyes. If she does not avenge her parents, even if she lives and can reincarnate, can her conscience be at peace?

finally.

The dream is over.

When her father's back sank into the forest, and when she could no longer sense her father's breath, she knew that the nightmare was over.

She woke up and opened her eyes.

At first glance, she saw the familiar face.

The face that stood at the entrance of the village and looked at himself walking out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, like a Shura evil ghost, showed a gentle smile.

"teacher."

I felt a little weak, and the girl wanted to get up, but couldn't get up, so she could only lie on the bed and shout weakly.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

Mu Feng's voice was still gentle. Looking at the girl, it seemed that the other party fell into a coma and had nothing to do with him.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Except for the lack of strength in the body, everything else is fine.

Mu Feng nodded.

"Stay good rest, let's talk about the rest when you recover."

Watching Mu Feng's back disappear at the door, the girl withdrew her gaze.

Thinking of the previous killing and the corpses and blood all over the ground, the girl's face turned pale again.

A strong sense of nausea hit her, making her retching.

However, this discomfort was once again suppressed by her strong perseverance.

My mother died and my father died.

The murderers are all those monsters.

In the entire demon realm, no monster is innocent.

She is revenge, not killing.

This comforted herself, but she understood it herself.

From now on, from that step she took and from that decision she made, killing will become the main theme of her life.

Death will accompany her like the wind. Wherever she goes, death and massacre will occur.

But, she doesn't regret it.

Even if she did it again, she would still choose to take this path.

The teacher once said that she would choose between taking revenge with her own hands and having the teacher help her with revenge.

After she chose the former, the teacher taught her the most suitable technique for her and could improve her in revenge.

The way to kill is her choice.

From now on, death will be the shadow that shrouds the world.
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