He had long scarlet hair and a silver fringe.
It had furry, scarlet, black, erect ears, and a furry tail that was very similar to Baili Shouyue.
He was a teenager about fifteen or sixteen years old.
The assassin was wearing a pair of long black boots and was holding a scythe-like weapon with an iron chain in his hand.
Flying Sickle.
It was a rare assassin weapon. The combat technique of flying scythes had long been lost. After all, it was very difficult to use this weapon, and it was easy to cut oneself.
However, the flying scythe seemed to possess a spirit in the young man's hand, as if it was controlled by his fingers.
The Scythe of Craze, Baili Xuance!
He was a mixed-blood demon child who was saved by King Lan Ling from the cruel human priest activities when he was a few years old.
After that, he grew up in the desert and taught him the martial arts of assassins.
But today.
It seemed that King Lan Ling didn't want to talk to Xuan Ce. He even looked at Xuan Ce with cold, disdainful, and even disgusted eyes.
"Master!"
Xuan Ce kneeled on the ground and helped King Lan Ling up. The blood-red pupils of the mixed-blood demon were full of anger and hatred.
The flying scythe on his back seemed to have sensed Xuan Ce's anger, and a faint red glow appeared on its edge.
All these years.
Baili Xuance was already used to walking alone in the desert where the desert bandits were rampant, the demon seeds were everywhere, and the environment was extremely cruel.
He challenged the powerful Demon Seeds, dealt with the bandits who plundered, the leaders of the wanderers who ran amok, and even the money-makers on the Silk Road, as well as the clowns who tried to occupy land and become kings.
He crazily challenged everyone and carried out everything according to his own ideas.
Little lunatic.
It was the name given to Baili Xuance by those who knew him well in the Land of Outlaws.
Irascible, crazy, and even cruel. Occasionally, he would be as innocent as an ignorant child. These characters were strangely combined on him.
"I don't have a stupid disciple like you. Hurry up and scram back to where you want to go. This doesn't belong to you!”
Pushing Baili Xuance away, King Lan Ling looked coldly at the child he had raised.
Xuan Ce didn't need any companions, but finding his lost brother had been his dream for years.
This mixed-blood…
The sniper's face suddenly appeared in King Lan Ling's mind. He had familiar but unfamiliar ears and a strange mixed-blood tail.
That person…seemed to have some kind of connection with this foolish disciple of his.
"Master!"
Baili Xuance couldn't understand why his master treated him so coldly. He felt a little hurt and even angry.
"Get out of here. I'm not your master!”
King Lan Ling said coldly. He stood up slowly and brushed past Baili Xuance, who was frozen in place.
He did not turn back.
He didn't even look at Baili Xuance, as if he was not the one they had spent the past ten years together.
Cold blood.
A cold heart.
An ice-cold assassin.
Only the cold self was the strongest existence. Once an assassin's heart softened, it meant that he was about to walk towards death.
He stood there in a daze.
Baili Xuance's vision was a little blurry. He could not understand this man. For more than ten years, he did not even know his name or his face.
He only knew that the other party had taught him the assassin's stealth, combat techniques, and killing techniques. He had also given him food and targets.
But now.
Was he going to be abandoned like a tool? Once again…abandoned…
"Get out of my sight. Weaklings are not welcome here.”
King Lan Ling's cold voice came from the sand, as if he didn't even want to look at Xuan Ce.
Baili Xuance lowered his head, his scarlet eyes dull. He walked in the sand like a zombie.
Life seemed to have lost its purpose at this moment.
He was puzzled, confused, unwilling, angry, irritable…but in the end, it turned into a deep sense of helplessness and pain.
In the misty sand and dust.
Looking at Xuan Ce's disappearing figure, King Lan Ling suddenly coughed painfully, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"You violated our agreement.”
An ancient but unusually cold voice sounded from the sand. It was like a piece of metal rubbing against each other, making one's hair stand on end.
A blurry figure appeared in front of King Lan Ling.
"This is my choice."
King Lan Ling covered his wound and stared at the figure in the sand. His eyes were sharp like a wounded beast, ready to fight to the death.
"Don't look at me like that. I gave you everything you have today! Have you forgotten that your father, King Golden Court, died under their iron hooves?”
The sand and dust suddenly soared, and a violent aura was released.
The old voice sounded furious.
The Old Man of the Mountain.
This was what King Lan Ling called him.
After Golden Court City was conquered, he had been adopted by the old man in the mountain. His martial arts skills had also come from this old man.
Revenge!
It became an invisible agreement between the two sides. Destroying the Tang Empire, killing the Tang army that had invaded Golden Court City, and killing their emperor became the only reason for King Lan Ling to live.
The prince of Golden Court City who was struggling on his last breath.
The orphan of the Golden Court who was now so down and out that he was unwilling to show his true face.
Xuan Ce was just a part of their plan, a fatal chess piece.
But now.
However, King Lan Ling had developed feelings for this chess piece that he shouldn't have in the course of raising him for more than ten years. He had even chosen to give it up on his own initiative, which made the old man very angry.
"I don't need you to remind me! I will use my own methods to take revenge!”
King Lan Ling said coldly. Now he only had the only relative of the old man in the mountain in this world. The only motivation to live was revenge.
He was just an avenger with no future.
But Xuance was different.
He had a future…
Even if he died on the road of revenge, Xuan Ce…could live on, live on for him, hehe…
"Good, very good! I hope you won't regret your decision today…"
The old man sneered. His voice was filled with inexplicable terror. His figure slowly disappeared into the yellow sand.
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