At this moment, the black lotus on Xiao Qier's chest exuded a dark glow.
In front of Xiao Qier's eyes, space and time seemed to be imprisoned.
A picture gradually unfolds.
That was the scene when Wu was killed just as he went out.
The sharp samurai sword pierced through his mother's neck in front of Xiao Qiji, blood spurted out along the blade, and his mother's face was distorted, appearing to be in extreme pain.
Because her throat was pierced, she couldn't make any sound. She held the knife tightly with both hands, trying to use her last bit of strength to protect the house behind her.
Even though she knew it was all in vain...
In the end, the mother died, she died silently in front of Xiao Qiji.
His mother murmured before she died. Although she could not make any sound, Xiao Qiji was able to read the words based on her lip movements.
"ごめんなさい(I'm sorry)."
Before she died, she actually apologized!
But who did she feel sorry for?
Xiao Qier doesn’t know!
He really knows nothing!!!
He only knew one thing - people will die, and his mother died in front of him.
This despair filled his brain, as if there was a taut string deep in his brain, which pricked his nerves from time to time!
The black lotus on his chest, which originally had a slightly dim luster, now had a hint of brightness.
The dark luster becomes brighter, not duller.
At this moment, Xiao Qier also felt a strength that did not belong to him.
He understood a little.
It turns out that "only despair can give strength" means that only when you lose something can you gain strength...
But if you lose it, what’s the use of having this power?
At this moment, Xiao Qiji remembered the stories about the brave man and the demon king that his father and mother had told him.
The brave are kind and the devil is ruthless.
At the end of the story, the hero defeated the demon king.
But he had nothing...
It turns out that the hero is not the devil who was defeated by kindness.
But with despair, hatred, anger...
So, what is he going to do now?
Now that I have this power, what should I do?
Xiao Qiji was a little confused. He slowly raised his head and looked at the man who was attacking him with a ferocious face.
He moved and understood.
Now that it's lost, revenge is in order.
Kill them like a brave revenge demon lord.
"Puff"
The sound of the knife piercing flesh rang harshly in the man's ears.
The sound was just as he expected, but it pierced not the boy's neck, but his own throat.
The man had empty hands and a trace of fear appeared on his face. He held his neck with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and then he wanted to reach out to Xiao Qiji and strangle him to death.
But the next second, the blade was swung in Xiao Qi's hand.
A severed hand flew by.
The boy in front of him had a cold face, but tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Blood splattered everywhere, even onto the man's own face.
Feeling the temperature of his own blood, the man remembered that blood has temperature.
Before he died, all he heard was a childish but cold voice.
"Is this death? Life is so fragile..."
"Why? Didn't I give up my dream? Mom will still die?"
Keiji walked out of the room like a puppet, and the first thing he saw was his mother's body, bent over and lying in a pool of blood.
The pungent smell of blood filled Keiji's nostrils.
A tear fell from Qi Er's eyes again: "Flowers may bloom again, but people may never be reborn after death?"
"Mom, Keiji doesn't want you to die..."
However, there was dead silence all around and no one answered.
Finally, Keiji stood up with a look of loss on his face, his thin body stained with blood. He held up a samurai sword that was taller than himself and cried.
The only sound around was the sobbing of a child.
He doesn't understand, he obviously doesn't understand anything.
He lost everything today.
But I know the cruelest thing about this world - once people die, they can never come back.
Despair spread and a feeling of suffocation came over me.
Outside the yard, there were screams and flickering flames.
An old man rushed out of the gate, holding a wooden sword that had not been completely carved yet, with "Number One in the World" written on it. He shouted at Keiji in front of him: "Keiji, run--"
"This group of people are from the Yucheng family!"
"If you want to survive, I'll hold them back for you, run quickly—"
“Puff——”
The samurai sword pierced the old man's heart.
However, they failed to kill him completely. He used up his last bit of strength to delay the actions of these people, just to seek a glimmer of hope.
Seeking a glimmer of hope that Miyamoto Yuhong can come back in time!!!
But, he clearly knew that this was of no use at all...
"Bagayaloo!"
Several sharp samurai swords stabbed at him, and the next moment, the loving grandfather in his memory turned into a motionless dead object.
Qi Er shook his body, but he did not run away. He just walked step by step towards his grandfather who fell in front of him.
“It must hurt, grandpa…” Tears couldn’t stop flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he murmured with trembling lips.
His eyes fell on the half-carved wooden sword in his grandfather's hand. The four rough words "Number One in the World" on it made Qiji unable to hold back the tears in his eyes.
He stood in front of this group of vicious warriors and roared desperately like a little beast: "Ah——"
All the little moments with grandpa and the wonderful life with mother were torn to pieces by this cold rain.
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