The whole world wants to kill me

Feng Yi turned his face to the person who appeared from the light.

He put his right hand on his chest, and bent down to greet the embarrassed Feng Yi casually.

His drooping face was submerged in the wide cloak, he stepped out of the summoning circle, and walked slowly towards Feng Yi: "I can help you get a chance to wish, who caused you the pain at this moment, don't you want revenge, let If the will is decadent and depressed, you are the only hope for the Feng family."

The voice of the mysterious servant was very pleasant, and he gently comforted Feng Yi who was on the verge of despair.

Feng Yi's eyes twitched violently when he heard the heart-wrenching words, his expression twisted ferociously.

Feng Yi didn't eat or drink for two days, his chapped lips were bitten, and he suppressed the choked sobs and turned into heavier breathing.

The mysterious follower bent down, gently lifted Feng Yi up with his warm hands, and he embraced the exhausted Feng Yi into his arms, and the two leaned close to each other without saying a word.

On this cold night, if someone shares the pain of despair and spends a silent night together, this kind of memory is unforgettable enough.

Feng Yi supported the mysterious follower with his drooping hands, and buried his head into the follower's neck with a trembling body.

"Excuse me, are you my master?" The follower asked again from the ear.

This time Feng Yi didn't ignore it, his lips were about to open, but he was attracted by the fingertips stretched out beside him, the owner of that hand was like a treasure wiping the blood on Feng Yi's lips, the corners of the beautifully shaped lips under the cloak were slightly upturned , The follower smiled lowly: "You will not give up the opportunity I gave you, and look forward to you becoming my master."

Feng Yi's throat, which hadn't been in water for two days, was so dry that it was about to smoke, the flames in his heart scorched his internal organs, his physical strength was exhausted, and his usually moving voice became weird and ugly, like a rusty broken gong: "You I am the master, Feng Yi."

At this moment, the skin on the back of Feng Yi's hand was burning hot, and a black cross pattern was branded on the back of his hand.

The incantation is engraved, the contract is established, and the connection between the servant and the master is established.

Feng Yi instantly felt his lost physical strength recover quickly, he stood up and walked into the villa first.

The mysterious servant rose to follow.

Feng Yi sat on the sofa, lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at the toes stepping into the door, his eyes flashed.

The mysterious servant took off his cloak and said, "Master wants to know my real identity, but my reputation is not obvious, and no one will know my real name."

Feng Yi believes that he has undergone harsh training tasks, has licked blood on the tip of a knife, and has been calm in the face of bullets. Few things can shake his mind. When he looks up at the true appearance of the servant, he is as determined as a piece of paper. He was so stubborn that he was stunned, and the water glass he held slipped from his out-of-control hand.

Feng Yi was awakened suddenly by the broken water glass, and he said, "It's okay, you can still tell your real name."

The servant tilted his head, his long black hair fell to his waist, and his thin body was wrapped under a black cloak, which made his exquisite face even more eye-catching. I will tell others once, my name is Fu Jiang."

Then he is the only person in the world who can call Fu Jiang's real name.

Feng Yi thought so.

***

Lu Ting asked the silent girl in front of him, "Are you sure the Feng family didn't leave anyone alive?"

The assassin nodded, she seldom spoke, and tried not to speak when she could.

Sometimes Lu Ting even forgot the existence of such a servant, the assassin's sense of existence has always been weak.

The famous family in Jinghua City once had the Lu family. Lu Ting's parents participated in the war of fate and became the master of the servants. They died at the hands of the masters of other servants and lost this cruel and deadly war. In just ten years, the Lu family has undergone earth-shaking changes. Except for this old house, the Lu family has no other assets. Grandpa's body is weak most of the time, so he stays in the house to rest.

Lu Ting is 15 years old this year. In order to survive, he has been in the bottom society for several years and lost the dignity of the so-called aristocratic family.

If he doesn't steal, how can he maintain the supply of expensive medicines for grandpa's health? If he doesn't cheat others, how can he get the funds to maintain his life.

What Lu Ting did was against his grandfather's will, so he has always been a complete bastard grandson in the eyes of his grandfather Lu Hao.

But he couldn't explain these difficulties, which made grandpa feel guilty.

Lu Ting decided that no matter how much he gave up, he still wanted to keep the only precious existence left!

Lu Ting felt tired, and fell into a deep sleep with heavy eyelids.

The heroic spirit that was summoned that day stood quietly behind him, and now he has become Lu Ting's follower.

The servant's slender body is covered with golden ancient armor, and the black head is wearing a golden tree ring. He is a handsome young man with delicate features. He has alien blood, his ears are slightly pointed, and there is a scar on his cheek, which does not damage his handsomeness. , but added a bit of heroism.

The servant's weapon is hidden, and it is impossible to directly identify what kind of servant he is.

He was standing barefoot beside Lu Ting.

Lu Ting could see the life of the follower in his sleep. He was a bystander in the dream, watching the hero of the mythical period fight vigorously in all directions, and finally ended in a dismal end.

Lu Ting asked, "How did you feel when you were betrayed by the woman you love?"

The follower is Lu Ting's biggest reliance, he directly poked the other's wound to ask, not afraid of offending the other's temperament is really upright.

The follower was in a trance for a moment, as if returning to the days before his death. The girl with a beautiful face bent her eyebrows, ran to him, and hung the wreath in her hand on his neck.

The girl's beauty amazed the tribe, and also amazed his years. Holding her in the grass, counting the stars in the sky, holding her to enjoy the rare peace after the war.

He was the war god of the tribe, but he was not a good husband, so he lost her in the end.

The servant stared at Lu Ting seriously, thinking about the master's question: "Master, I don't resent any of her choices, because I still love her."

Lu Ting raised his brows frivolously: "Your wife is an unparalleled beauty in the world. Even if you betray you, you can't bear to hate her."

The follower shook his head solemnly: "Her beauty can't confuse me to change my mind. It's me who failed her love."

Lu Ting was a little curious, could there be something else hidden in the story of the mythical period.

He can only see the general process in his dreams, he cannot hear people's conversations, let alone see all the details of the followers' lives.

The follower talked about his wife with a bit of careful tenderness: "I didn't protect her well, causing her to lose her right to be a mother. For the sake of the safety of the tribe, I didn't have time to accompany her, leaving her to wait alone day and night. The confusion left me."

The servant smiled, with relief: "Master, she just wants to leave me, because I can't bring her happiness, and she didn't betray me."

Lu Ting looked at the servant for a long time and called out, "Houyi, if your wife hears this, she will definitely regret leaving you."

This follower from the mythical period turned out to be Hou Yi, a sharpshooter who possessed the power to shoot down the sun.

Hou Yi shook his head: "She won't regret it, but it's just a pity that I never have the chance to explain this to her again."

In the period of mythology, Hou Yi and Chang'e were originally a pair of lovers. In order to stay with Chang'e, Hou Yi gave up his god position and stayed in Chang'e's tribe.

Houyi has been fighting abroad all year round, and Chang'e was killed by undercover agents sent by other tribes to lose her child and lose her chance to be a mother ever since.

She looked at Hou Yi's back in a hurry to leave with grief, and felt that Hou Yi was becoming more and more indifferent to her. She rarely went home after years of fighting, and she wondered if she and Hou Yi could return to the past.

Hou Yi got a magic medicine and left home.

A boy from the same village came to tell her that this magical medicine can make ordinary people powerful. She stole the magic medicine to become stronger, and followed Hou Yi to protect the tribe. A medicine that can gain god status, if you take it, you can't stay in the mortal world.

When Hou Yi returned home, she was about to ascend to the fairy world, and the unspeakable truth was forever placed in the hearts of the lovers.

Lu Ting was nimble, crossed the sofa with his hands propped up, and stood in front of Hou Yi: "Hou Yi, are you interested in finding someone to fight with?"

The corner of Hou Yi's lips curled up. He saw the child's hard work from Lu Ting's dream, and he admired the master a lot. He pampered the 15-year-old boy's head.

Lu Ting, who is 15 years old this year, has only reached Houyi's shoulder, and he lifted the big hand above his head very dissatisfied.

"This opponent is as famous as you, and I worked hard to find a comparable opponent for you."