"Mother..." Qiying murmured.
Her mother was originally a monk in the human world. She mistakenly entered the earth world and was defiled by the gods because of her beauty. It was under such circumstances that he came into existence.
Despite this, the mother did not resent the life in her belly despite being tortured. Instead, she gave birth to herself with hope and love, but the final result was death in childbirth.
"But, is this really true? All of this is just my thoughts." Qiying smiled bitterly.
He had never seen his mother. Perhaps, before his mother died, she never even looked at him. Perhaps, before her death, her mother only treated him with hatred, and she gave birth to him with unwillingness, resentment, and despair.
There won't be any stupid woman in this world who would sacrifice her life to give a monster a new life. All this is out of necessity.
He is just an abandoned baby, a monster.
Whether he wants it or not.
He is an abandoned baby and a ***. With the blood of the human race flowing in his body, he is destined to be rejected by the gods.
Those people from the God Clan used him as a plaything and a slave for fun. He was trapped in a dirty world and experienced different tortures over and over again. It was a world of demons, and only the hole in the tree could bring temporary peace of mind.
To this day, Qiying doesn't know how to describe the feeling he felt back then. He can't even find the direction of his hatred. Deep down in his heart, he always feels that this kind of sadness is natural and justified.
He is a poor person who cannot have a happy childhood like other children. They can cry and yell unbridled and enjoy the love and care of their parents. And no matter how aggrieved and angry he was, he didn't dare to make a sound. He could only grit his teeth and hold on. Like other people, I dare not cry to express my grievances, but I also dare not be full of anger and hatred for fear of being noticed by others, which will lead to the disaster of killing.
From the moment the Seven Shadows were born, they were destined to be filled with fear and confusion, living in a hazy hell that was only for themselves.
Year after year of torture, Qiying was like a walking corpse, but his heart was not without fluctuations.
He longed for some kind of equal treatment and mutual respect, but from the beginning to the end, those tribesmen looked at him with a condescending and contemptuous attitude.
He didn't understand, since the Gods already had a long life span, why couldn't they give themselves a little more kindness?
The tribe never gave Qiying any kind promises, even if he became the best slave, even if he became the most loyal hound, even if he had half of the blood of the gods flowing through him.
He suddenly remembered something deep in his memory.
That was a long, long time ago. Every once in a while, members of the clan would descend to the lower world to capture young babies and use them as food. Those young children were brutally killed by the gods, and their souls were imprisoned on the altar of the temple, suffering from pain.
However, facing this cruel scene, Qiying envied them. I envy them, and there are times when they are needed.
"Have you ever...had a moment when you were needed?" Qiying kept thinking like this. Perhaps, becoming a slave and a plaything for others' pleasure is also a kind of need.
Therefore, he must become a competent plaything. …..
Suddenly, he felt a warm gaze, a warm gaze that he had never seen before.
Looking along the eyes, this is the mother's eyes full of kindness and compassion when she looks at him.
Is this really a mother's gaze?
He didn't know at all because he had never met his mother.
Perhaps, this really belongs to the mother's gaze. Because he had seen the mother's gaze in other children.
Qiying shook the two leaves in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally called out.
"mother……."
The woman lowered her head, with a warm smile on her beautiful and clean face.
"Jing Ling, are you hungry? We'll be home soon."
The mother's voice echoed in the ears, and the good smell hit her face again, making people feel peaceful and sleepy.
Qiying slowly closed his eyes and leaned into his mother's arms. The words he originally wanted to say, followed by his mother's gentle breathing, slowly fell asleep and were not spoken.
The sun sets in the west and the colors fade. The river in the sky began to reflect the river in the sky, flowing into a silver silk, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to be flashing with various colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and so on.
The woman gently patted the child's back, hummed nursery rhymes, and walked along the mountain path. ..
"Greed, desire, delusion.".
In the dark world, a voice murmured.
The voice was low and melodious, resounding in the empty dark night, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, or from ancient times, echoing in this space.
Everything seemed extraordinarily quiet.
However, it was just because it was so quiet that it became even more creepy.
There is only this sound, carrying some kind of magic power, intermittent, sometimes far and sometimes near, but clearly audible, echoing in the wilds over and over again.
At some point, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, the black clouds dispersed, half of the moon's face was revealed, and the bright moonlight fell on the earth, revealing a black figure.
"Greed is the craving for the smooth state, which must be obtained. The human heart is greedy to the extreme, and it cannot be compared with it. Greed is endless, and desires are hard to satisfy."
"Infatuation is a common human condition. Everyone will fall into love and find it difficult to extricate themselves. All creatures in the world are like this. They are obsessed with themselves and the past."
The low and deep voice continued, as if it were an octogenarian speaking in a hoarse and hoarse voice.
"Desire, do you know?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
As he finished speaking, little fluorescent lights suddenly lit up around him, like stars falling into the dark night, dazzling and dazzling, making the originally eerie night look dreamlike and beautiful. You can see a middle-aged man in red, laughing crazily.
"Every inch of soil in the world we see is watered by people's blood; every grain of sand is stained with people's sweat and tears. They are the purest material and people's spiritual sustenance. They precipitate In the soil, they last forever, and their breath is still flowing to this day.”
"This is that my desire is the strongest symbol of vitality. It represents hope, the future, and also represents that wherever I point, it is territory!"
Immediately, those fluorescent lights condensed and gathered around the middle-aged man. At this moment, the tall and majestic figure held up a fiery red flame crown, shrouded in armor, holding a battle axe, and wearing heavy armor. The majestic and powerful aura swept across the sky and dispersed the darkness in the distance.
"Dugu City, in this three-color celestial tomb, its desire did not lose me. Instead, it made me know what my "desire" was, thus breaking through my own shackles and stepping into the Chaoge realm with one foot. I hope you don't get "lost" here, otherwise it will be too boring for me to win this battle. "The middle-aged man is holding a battle ax and is indescribably high-spirited.
Half-step to Chaoge, in the era when Chaoge realm cannot be reached, you are truly invincible! How many people are his opponents in the human world? Even the eighth heaven, which is rumored to be extremely dangerous, can still break through.
