Capture the Villainous Demon King [Quick Transmigration]

The autumn wind is rustling and ruthless, and the fallen leaves are falling and desolate.

November 11th, Single Dog's Day, is a day suitable for separation.

On an inaccessible street corner, a young and beautiful mother gently warned her child: "Baby, listen to your mother, stand here and don't move, and wait for mother to come back to pick you up, okay?"

The three or four-year-old boy, white and tender, looks like a little angel in an oil painting. Wearing his first brand-new clothes, he bites into a butter bread that he has never tasted before. His eyes are full of trust: "Yeah, listen to my mother."

The young mother's eyes were red, and before the tears were about to fall, she left cruelly.

The cold street is like a train with no return. The lonely child looks at the back of the distance, his eyes dim, like the lake in the dark night.

"Baby is a good baby, listen to mother's words..."

"The baby remembers the way home, but the baby won't go home..."

"I won't embarrass my mother..."

He stood blankly in this dark and cramped corner. On days without sun, it was difficult to detect the silent passage of time, but his stomach was the most standard timekeeper. The louder siren of "grunts" announced that the morning's brioche was thoroughly digested.

A few people in police uniforms walked by chatting and laughing, and he retracted himself into a more secluded corner.

Another middle-aged mother passed by holding the hand of her child.The girl wore beautiful twin ponytails, bouncing and tossing, chewing the fragrant meat buns in her mouth.

Beep, Baozi fell to the ground and died.The girl's mouth was flattened, and she was about to cry subconsciously, but was frightened by her mother's eyes that implied anger.

The middle-aged mother does not have a high income, which can be seen from her rough hands and outdated old clothes.But her daughter is different, her whole body is clean, and she will never be teased by other children in kindergarten.

200 yuan of clothes are willing, why hurt the self-esteem of the child for a [-] yuan bun.

The middle-aged mother sighed: "How did the teacher teach today, what kind of garbage does the food on the ground belong to?"

The girl peeked at her expression, and soon realized that her mother was no longer angry, and smiled carefreely again: "Dirty food belongs to kitchen waste, and I know what the teacher taught me."

Mother pointed to the four trash cans on the opposite side of the path: "How should the trash be disposed of?"

The girl picked up the dirty buns on the ground and ran over happily: "Mom, wait, I'll throw them into the trash can."

The middle-aged mother looked at her beautiful and clever daughter, and her love was beyond words.The mother and daughter held hands, and the girl's bell-like laughter gradually faded away.

No one noticed the small figure in the corner.

The wheels of day pass by, and the robes of night shroud the four directions.The cleaner drove the garbage truck and stopped next to the garbage bin opposite, and lifted the mechanical arm vigorously, pouring all the rancid garbage into the car.

The cleaner pulled it with pliers, and cursed dissatisfiedly: "People nowadays are really immoral. The government is advocating garbage sorting every day. Garbage sorting, why don't you pay attention to it? How much work has been added to us!"

Although he was angry, he was as careful as ever when he replaced the trash can with a new trash bag.

The garbage truck gradually drove away with a car full of rot, and the child slowly moved out from the corner.

Garbage must be sorted, and the uncle cleaner cannot be troubled.Although I have never been to kindergarten, in the past, small radio broadcasts on garbage sorting were often played in the community.He has a very good memory, and he remembers clearly how to classify.

He walked to the four trash cans, blue, green, red, and gray, with lines of notes printed on them, a little dazed.

He forgot key points, he couldn't read.

What color does kitchen waste correspond to?What color does recyclable waste correspond to?What about hazardous waste?

The child bit his lip, thought hard for a while, and finally chose the blue trash can.He likes blue, a free color like the sky.

The trash can was more than one meter high, a little taller than him. It took him a little effort to move a few bricks for his feet before he climbed into the blue trash can.

"Baji", drop the cover.

There was an old rancid smell in his nostrils, but he didn't dislike it.

As a trash, how can I dislike the trash can?Thanks to the trash can, let him have his final destination, so that he will not be wandering on the street, and there is no place to bury him when he dies.

In the darkness, he didn't know how much time had passed before he fell asleep unknowingly.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the sound of opening the lid above his head.

"Hoo!!!"

There was a gasping sound of extreme shock outside, with a hoarse voice, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the period of voice change, "This... what kind of garbage is this?"

The child was still a little confused, and said in a childish voice, "I am a harmful garbage."

The boy poked his head in and looked at him for a while: "But, this is a recyclable trash can."

The child was dumbfounded: "..."

The boy laughed. His skin was a bit dark, but his smile was extraordinarily handsome and unrestrained, just like the dazzling sunlight at noon, which could easily burn other people's eyes: "Come out, you were taken back by me!"

He has a pair of stronger arms than his peers, and he fished out the child with ease.

The child didn't struggle, and his dark eyes were fixed on him.

The boy patted his clothes, the dirt was inevitable, but he didn't dislike it, instead he was very used to it: "What's your name, why are you here, where are your parents, where is your home?"

The child's tone was calm, not mature like a child: "Mom abandoned me, I'm a redundant little trash."

The boy's hands stopped, and he knelt down and looked at him seriously for a long time: "Abandonment is against the law. My brother will send you to the police station. You will definitely be able to return to your mother."

The child turned around and tried to crawl back to the trash can, but this time he was finally right and identified red.

The boy sighed, and picked him up with strong arms: "Come on, come home with me."

I have no choice but to pick everything up, and I can only be responsible to the end.

The boy was also an orphan who was abandoned by others. The old man who adopted him was surnamed Zhou, and his education level was not good. He saw him cooking at that time, so he randomly named him Zhou Yan.

In fact, he thought of someone named Zhou Fan, but he had little literacy and could not write the word "fan".This made Zhou Yan rejoice more than once in the future, otherwise he would really be ashamed to declare his name if he went out to fight.

Now that Zhou Yan picked up a child again, the old man Zhou saw the fried meat with lotus root slices on the table, and he opened his mouth to come with a wine bowl: "You will be called Zhou Ou from now on."

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, and sympathized with the freshly baked Zhou lotus root.

From that day on, Zhou Yan had a tail on the back of his buttocks. When he went to school, someone was waiting for him outside the school gate after school. When he came back from a fight, someone applied medicine to him and tied a bandage. When he was doing homework under the dim light, someone...cough , give him the answer.

Zhou Ou is a big kid with a weird temper. He can't play with children of the same age. He will only stick to Zhou Yan, and he can't tear it off like a plaster.

In this regard, both old man Zhou and Zhou Yan were quite helpless. They said privately that they were probably sensible early and knew that they were abandoned by their own mothers, so their psychology was different from that of ordinary children.

"This kid is really smart, and he looks like a juicy boy. I really don't know who is willing to throw away such a cute boy?" Old man Zhou shook his head regretfully, smoking a ten-yuan pack of low-quality cigarettes.

Zhou Yan is working, sorting the rubbish he just picked up, and converting them into money will be their living expenses.Their current residence is a rental house in the urban-rural fringe area, and behind the yard are all picked up discarded metal appliances.

Zhou Ou crouched in the corner, concentrating on reading a dilapidated comic book.It was also picked up by Zhou Yan, and he threw it to him after disinfecting it.

Zhou Ou's memory is excellent, and he can remember all the words that Zhou Yan taught him clearly.He especially likes reading. Before Zhou Yan goes to school, as long as Zhou Yan throws him a book, he can sit and read it all day, which is very worry-free for discipline.

Old man Zhou does not have a business, and can only rely on picking up garbage to maintain the daily life of the family.

He has no wife and no children, so he thought about sending Zhou Yan to an orphanage at the beginning. It is said that a healthy child like him would not worry about not being adopted by a good family, but Zhou Yan didn't want to go.

He met old man Zhou when he was six years old. He ate and drank well and was in a good mood. He was stronger than him when he was ten years old.Old man Zhou was so skinny that he couldn't move the half-sized calf.

Now Zhou Ou came here, and he followed Zhou Yan's old path, refusing to go to the welfare home.

Sometimes, when old man Zhou woke up in the middle of the night, he would feel worried. These two children were good seedlings, and they were buried in his hands.

Seeing his frowning look, Zhou Yan knew what he was thinking, and said old-fashionedly: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, you are really full and support yourself, thinking about random things all day long."

Unlike Zhou Ou, Zhou Yan doesn't remember how he was abandoned back then.But he didn't care at all, he just wanted to live the life in front of him.

Old man Zhou's worry, in the final analysis, is one word, money.

Zhou Yan felt that nothing in this world that could be solved with money was a big problem.He knows his shortcomings and strengths, and wants to get ahead by learning, but he doesn't have the brains, and his family conditions don't allow it at all.He is suitable for hard work, blood and sweat.

When Zhou Yan was 15 years old, he had already found his way in the future and entered a private boxing club.All of them are young men born in poor rural families, looking forward to a bright future in the big city with a pair of fists.

He did have this talent. After learning boxing for one year, he became the club's No. 1. The prize money for participating in various boxing competitions also grew from a few hundred yuan at the beginning to tens of thousands.

Zhou Yanshi basically solved the financial problems of the combined family. Eight-year-old Zhou Ou was sent to a private school by him to receive the best education.Although this little devil made troubles frequently in the first three days, his academic performance has always been ranked first in the grade.

The school bully is him, the school bully is him, the school grass is still him.All the teachers and students in the school love and hate this little bastard who looks like an angel but has a devil's heart.

When Zhou Yan was 20 years old, a problem that money could not solve appeared.

Old man Zhou has cancer, which is blood cancer, and there is no cure.From being sent to the hospital to dying, it was only three months.

On the day of the funeral, Zhou Ou, who did not shed tears even though she was abandoned by her mother, cried for the first time.Sleeping with Zhou Yan in his arms at night, he continued to cry in his dream.

In the dark, Zhou Yan caressed the back of cheap younger brother, and suddenly thought of a sour line from an ancient costume TV series.Deep love does not last long, and wisdom will hurt extremely.

He felt that it was necessary to change Zhou Ou's environment so as not to hurt his feelings.

It just so happened that Zhou Yan had an opportunity right now.A boxing agent from the United States took a fancy to him and wanted to sign him into a boxing club owned by a black boss.

Zhou Yan originally didn't intend to leave Huaguo, but now he changed his mind.He always felt that Huaguo's exam-oriented education was not suitable for Zhou Ou. Even if he could get a high score in the exam casually, it still buried his talent.

His younger brother is a genius and deserves a bigger future.

At the age of 21, Zhou Yan took Zhou Ou across the ocean to a strange country.Fight your way through centuries of black and white dominance in the competitive sport of boxing.On the worldwide boxing ring, I finally saw the figure of Hua Guo people again.

Three years later, Zhou Yan won the gold belt of the WBO lightweight boxing championship and became a veritable oriental boxing champion!

During this period, Zhou Ou also smoothly integrated into the environment of American private schools.

Zhou Yan has never spared no effort in investing in his education.Just like the parents all over the world who hope their children will become a success, oil painting, music, programming... I can't wait to invite the best tutors in the world to teach him.

Zhou Ou grew up steadily under the protection of these young and strong arms.

Until a year later, a sudden car accident knocked Zhou Yan into a vegetative state.

Zhou Ou's sky has collapsed!