Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Arpeggio City, F23 residential area on the 69th floor.

In the dark underground streets, garbage can be seen everywhere, and there is a faint sour smell in the air, which is the smell of rotten things.

Few of the lights at the top of the aisle are good, and the only little light renders the environment as if it is in the fog, hazy and blurred.

Boom—boom—

Violent impact sounds continued to come from one corner, shaking off the dust on the steel frame beside it.

But even with such a loud noise, the doors of the houses on the side of the corridor are still closed, no one comes out to probe or ask questions, and they maintain a depressing silence. Only the light on the door frame still shows that this is not a place. Unoccupied houses.

"Brother Long, that guy hasn't opened the door."

Finally, the heart-shattering sound stopped, and a fat man about two meters tall came out, leaned over and said to a young man.

"Tsk..." The young man leaned against the steel wall beside him, smoking a cigarette, and didn't answer. His black bangs blocked the only light above his head, making his face hard to see.

"I'll knock again." Seeing that the black-haired young man ignored him, the fat man walked back, said a few words to another companion, and then continued to hit the steel door.

Boom—boom—

The rust on the walls fell off, and some dust fell from the ceiling.

In this way, the time passed slowly for a few minutes, and the cigarette in the young man's hand was also exhausted.

The cigarette butt with sparks was bounced, flew in the air and hit the wall, then fell straight down, hit the ground, splashed some dark red stars, and then only faint blue smoke remained.

He walked over from under the lamp, and the simple short sleeves couldn't cover the hideous muscles on his arms that were full of scars, almost bursting the entire cuff.

"Brother Long, you're here." Seeing the black-haired young man approaching, the two boys, one fat and one thin, stepped aside immediately, revealing the locked steel door inside.

"Heh." He walked straight towards the steel door and kicked it up violently. The whole door made a loud explosion, which caused the alarm in the corridor not far away to keep screaming.

The special steel door with a thickness of about 25mm was directly kicked out of a pit and collapsed inward.

"Brother Long is amazing." The two younger brothers bowed their heads and praised, then stepped forward and continued to kick and hit violently, completely destroying the steel door.

Half a minute later, the three walked in stepping on all kinds of debris.

"Hom, where are you hiding? You haven't come out yet. Brother Long is here to look for you, if you still have a conscience, get out!"

Two people, one fat and one thin, searched through the rooms of the house, while the black-haired young man stood in the hall, looking at the photos hanging on the wall. Among them was a woman holding a teenage child in front of the camera. Smiling, although she looks a bit vicissitudes, but her eyes are still very happy, but the corners of the photo have been rolled up, and there are still many stains, it is estimated that this was taken a long time ago.

"Brother Long, I found it. He's hiding under the bed." The fat man before dragged a thin man to the hall like a dead dog, and then threw him on the ground.

"Don't pretend to be dead, raise your head up, this is you, Brother Long." The thin and strong brother grabbed the man's hair and forced him to raise his head up.

The black-haired young man was sitting on the sofa, one of his feet was bent and stepped directly on the sofa cushion.

"Hom." He looked at the half-dead man with dull eyes in front of him.

Seeing that Home didn't respond, the fat man on the side slapped him twice, and these two slaps also made the other's mouth bleed.

"I said, I said..." At this moment, Holm regained a little sobriety, but soon returned to the murmuring and delirious state.

"Brother Long, I found a lot of needles in his room, I guess he's taken hallucinogenic drugs." The thin man who was holding Holm's head said.

"Get him some water and pour it down."

"Yes, Brother Long." The fat man went to the kitchen faucet to get a basin of water, put it on the ground, and pressed Holm's head, rising and falling continuously.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of splashing water and the faint heavy breathing could be heard.

After more than ten minutes, Holm finally began to struggle, whimpering.

"Okay, stop." The black-haired young man leaned on the sofa and looked at the man in front of him.

"Aaron...you're here." Holm looked at the young man on the sofa with haggard eyes.

"Well, I came to see you. Didn't you say that my aunt was sick? I prepared some gifts. After all, my aunt cooked for me before. I still remember."

"I...I..." He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry everyone."

Snapped--

A violent slap slapped him across the face, sending him flying into the wall and knocking him unconscious.

"Bring him over and wake him up." The black-haired young man put his hands down and continued to lean on the sofa.

There was another dull sound of splashing water, and it wasn't long before the blood-stained Hom woke up slowly, but he looked at the black-haired young man with fear in his eyes.

"I'll ask you an answer."

"Yes, yes, Brother Long." He finally learned to change his words.

"Where did aunt go?"

"She died. She died a month ago. At that time, the doctor said that she couldn't be cured and had no money..."

"Didn't you ask me for a sum of money? Where did the money go?"

"I... I gambled it, I thought I could make money back." Hearing this sentence, a trace of contempt and pity flashed in the eyes of the two people next to him.

It's funny that there are no retail investors who win big money in casinos.

"So, you just avoid me." The black-haired young man put his foot on his shoulder, making him look at him.

"We've known each other for almost twenty years. I still remember when we were in elementary school, we went to and from school together, and often sneaked out to play..."

Home was silent.

"At that time, my aunt had just divorced and raised you by herself. She hoped to give you a good environment to grow up. She often worked until late at home and then cooked for you. Because I often played at your house after school, I would also give you I will make one, and I will remember all these things."

"Yes..." He turned his face away and looked to the side.

"We are all students from poor families, and we are always looked down upon and bullied by our classmates. At that time, we fought together, and we were called two mad dogs in class C." The black-haired youth continued.

"That's great, at that age." He put his legs down, then stood up, and slowly looked around the room, as if trying to find traces of his past memories.

"How the hell did you become like this!!" Suddenly, the black-haired young man yelled in Home's ear.

"I don't care if you're sorry, but that's your mother! You just gamble with the life-saving money?" He grabbed the other party's collar and lifted it up.

Home struggled continuously, stretching out his hand to grab the wrist, but the opponent's arm was like iron tongs, unshakable.

The brown pupils under the black hair looked directly at Home, and their pupils shrunk like angry dragon pupils, which made people startled.

After a while, Home stopped struggling and turned aside.

"I, I... Yes! It's me! I'm such a fucking rotten person, you misjudged me." After speaking, he choked up again.

"That's right, we grew up together, but can people be the same!?" He suddenly roared again.

"You didn't get good grades in class, but you found a master who is willing to teach you, what about me? I don't have any shit talent! I can't study, and no one wants a part-time job. I can only fool around like a pug behind you!"

"Is this the way out!? My mother is worried that one day I will die outside. Unlike you, I have the ability to fight and resist. What can I do!?"

"I can only gamble! Bet on my life! I bet that my life will not be so miserable, and I can win one or two times!"

"Now that I've lost the bet, why don't I accept my fate!"

After the hoarse roar, his voice became hoarse, and the man was put down, curled up on the ground, coughing violently, his body trembling.

"Is this what you think?" The black-haired young man looked at the bug-like man on the ground.

"Yes, ahem...that's what I think, why, you can't understand it, you can't understand it, kill me." He lay down on the ground in despair.

The black-haired young man didn't answer, but just looked at him silently.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Where is my aunt buried?"

"The cemetery on Huijing Street, No. 631, District G23..." The man on the ground said slowly, with tears in his eyes.

"Let's go."

The black-haired young man left the room, and the two behind him hurriedly followed, and finally they didn't forget to spit on the man.

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An hour later, the three of them got off the suspension vehicle and came to an underground cemetery built with gray stone tablets.

"It's here, Brother Long."

"Buy some flowers."

"Yes, Brother Long."

"Wait a minute, buy two bunches." The black-haired young man seemed to think of something to add.

"OK."

More than ten minutes later, the two men, one fat and one thin, watched the black-haired young man standing in front of a tombstone from a distance, seemed to say something, and then put down a bouquet of blue flowers.

Seeing him returning with a bunch in his hand, the two were slightly puzzled.

"Brother Long, this is it?"

"Go to another cemetery, and I will also bouquet flowers for Master."

"Master? Could it be that Brother Long's master also..."

"Shut up." The companion on the side covered his mouth and pulled him to move on.

...

At dusk, the ceiling lights in the cemetery were extinguished one by one, and the young man standing in front of the tombstone also entered the darkness. He had stood here for a long time.

"Master, I'm leaving."

"Even though you are not my relatives, you have taught me a lot over the years, whether it is cultivation, fighting, or the principles of life... In my heart, you are no different from my father."

"Although I thought that your health is not good, I think you can last more than ten years. After all, you are a strong and strong Dragon Sequence, but I didn't think that you are quite old, and you are still dreaming of your youth. try."

"It's fine if you try it, don't tell me, because I'm afraid I'll worry, but you fail halfway, you go crazy and attack a few children, and you're killed by a 16-year-old girl..."

"Hey... I want to take revenge, but I feel that I can't hold back my face."

"However, this is not just your problem. Now I also want to prepare for promotion. In order to have no distractions and regrets when I advance, I must meet that girl. Although I won't kill her, at least I have to kill her." Pity."

"Let's talk to you next time, but next time, what you see will not be me now."

"It's the dragon of Hengjiang who drank the dragon's blood, Qiao Long."

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