"End, Netherworld Tomb, White Bone Destruction!”
The most powerful force, which was also the final trump card, was the final wild dance that Owl had exchanged his life for.
"Huff huff. Phew."
A storm, a storm that swept through everything.
Like the birth of plasma, the wind gathered at the same center.
A huge white lotus rose, and a flower-like energy ball spread out from the center. Strange ripples echoed. Looking down from the sky, the entire city was covered in white. When the flower absorbed enough energy, the white light in the center expanded and became more dazzling. The blooming flower of death was as excited as an aurora in the dark night.
expand, expand
Have you ever heard the sound of a balloon bursting? When the white color reached its peak, the only thing Owl could do was listen, and all he could hear was this sound. Wasn't this a sad thing?
In life, everyone was destined to have an ending called death from the moment they were born. Humans were such pitiful creatures. Only at the moment of death would they discover those tiny but precious and lovely things that they had never cherished in the past. For example, life. For example, a sound pair of ears that could listen.
Owl had thought about how he would die. Be it being crushed to pieces or dying without a burial place, beheading, cutting his head, cutting his veins, dismembering his body, cutting his abdomen, draining his blood, exploding his eyeballs, necrotizing his brain, being blown up by guns, being pierced by cold weapons, betrayal, betrayal, deception, concealment, or even the most unlikely death of old age.
Just as he said," I should have died a long time ago. I have never been afraid of death.”
But, but ah, even if it was the sound of a bullet shooting out of a gun, but the deflating of a balloon? It was fine if he could not hear his lover's whisper before he died, but wasn't this voice too 'impressive'?
What kind of godly development?
However, Owl did not regret it. Ever since he held the hilt of his sword at the age of nine and stabbed the sharp tip into his first enemy, he knew that he was not destined to regret in this life.
Owl's purpose in life was very simple.
It was just revenge.
Whether it was killing and arson, training in the summer, training in the winter, traveling through various battlefields, honing his killing skills, or even after awakening his bone power, everything was just for revenge.
Owl didn't understand the meaning of " revenge." With his personality, if it wasn't for his strange sense of responsibility, he wouldn't have provoked Herson, right?
Owl did not have the emotions that ordinary people should have. At least in terms of love, family, and friendship, he was not born with a bad nature. When he encountered these things, he would be shy, confused, panicked, and regretful when he lost them. However, he really couldn't understand these emotions. Even if he cherished them and knew how to cherish them, he still didn't understand them. What could he do?
Cold-blooded? no, no
This kind of situation was actually very common, but his degree was a little deeper. Often, we call this type of person " emotional idiots ". Yes, Owl was an emotional idiot. I still remember that one year, the assassin group " Shadow Sanctuary " that Owl was in held an event to test who was the most emotional among the internal assassins. The specific rankings were only circulated internally. However, at some point in time, rumors began to spread in the martial arts world: The No. 1 assassin in the world had an EQ below 20, which was in inverse proportion to his IQ above 200. It was really something to celebrate. Who would mention that the second last guy recently migrated to the Netherlands to pursue his own happiness?
Therefore, this man named Owl was not heartless. Look at him now, dying for a "revenge" that he did not understand. Isn't he worthy of admiration?
Of course, from the way he chose to bury the entire Manhattan, it was too heroic and cruel.
This child, surrounded by greedy wolves, led by Zhaoming, broke through the army with a knife, full of chickens, if in troubled times, he would be killed countless times, praised by thousands of people!
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Unfortunately, Owl did not survive the apocalypse and return to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince, or he was lost in the last years of Kangxi. As a fake otaku who had lived for more than 20 years and was still hovering between the lines of a virgin, the greatest pleasure in life was to kill and set fire. He also watched cartoons online in his spare time. Other than being black-bellied, paralyzed, neurotic, and occasionally darkening, there was no bright spot in his life. Perhaps as a Chinese, this counted?
However, how could he transmigrate to an S Planet general attack who had good looks, no culture (proficient in twenty-two languages), no strength (nicknamed "Bloody Butcher" and "Cold Malevolent Star"), and no appearance (his desk drawer was used to store love letters when he was young)?
F * ck off
This was the first thought that came to Owl's mind when he woke up and stretched his limbs to find that he had become a baby. Then, he fainted magnificently.
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A few hundred kilometers away from Yuren Village.
"Little Ji, Little Ji, come here quickly. I've made a new discovery ~" A golden-haired female ninja with a majestic chest waved at a black kimono not far away, signaling her to come over quickly.
“..............”
"Can you not call me by this nickname?”
"Ahahaha, don't mind such a small matter ~"
" Ah, right, right, look at this…" The blonde woman didn't care about the long black hair's complaints at all. Instead, she was proud of herself and pointed at her chest as if she was presenting a treasure.???? The black bag.
The long black face looked expressionlessly at the magnificent chest of the blonde woman, and the corner of his eyes twitched a few times. Then, he looked at the black bag in her arms. It was a black bag. It was black and did not have any other colors. If one did not pay attention to it normally, perhaps one would miss it?
. Except for a certain big-breasted woman.
He glanced at the golden-haired woman and continued to observe the " bag." The bundle was bulging as if it was wrapped in something. It was closer. Hmm, black hair, a small white face, and slender milky white hands. This was obviously a baby who was not even one year old. Wait, a baby?
The long black straight guy was stunned.
"Hehehe, you didn't expect this, did you? This is Big Sister, I, the dignified Lady Ji, discovered it. Hahahahaha, how about it?”He looked as if he was very amazing and wanted to praise him.
The blonde hair with long black hair turned white silently…Oh no, it was a mistress. She reached out and snatched the baby away. Her actions were extremely gentle. It had to be said that women usually entered estrus around the age of 20. This was much later than men, but their maternal instincts were innate!
"Oh, Ji Zi, you have to be careful ~~~~"
"Hmph! Since when can I, Orochi Ji, not even carry a child properly?”
Even if you say so, how can your hands not tremble?
Perhaps the small jolt made it uncomfortable to sleep. When Orochi Ji began to carefully examine the baby, the baby suddenly opened his eyes.
Orochi Ji could see clearly that the baby's small and tender eyes were filled with loneliness and sorrow. It was said that children were the most perceptive. To be able to make a child who was less than one year old look so sad, what had this child experienced?
Orochi Ji's heart couldn't help but tremble when she saw the child's eyes, and she felt an indescribable pity for him.
He had the same look in his eyes back then, right? The feeling of losing parents was not good. It was a mixture of despair and sadness. This child had never even met his parents. Perhaps he had met them before, but he was probably cut off from the love of his parents, right? how pitiful
She seemed to see another version of herself, the one who would cry on the steps in front of her house and make sh * t pillows on rainy days.
After he grew up…Would it be the same?
Looking at the lively but sorrowful eyes, Orochi Ji made a decision in her heart. Then, she turned around and said to Okote-Ji, who was rubbing her head and smiling foolishly,""Let's take him away." His hoarse voice was magnetic and seductive.
“欸？~~~~~~~~~~娭欸欸欸欸？”
Orochi Ji glared at him." I said, I want to adopt this child! From today onwards, he is my younger brother!”
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