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Chapter 700

"Have you made up your mind?"

The ugly face, the hoarse voice, the eyes that seemed to be wrapped in sarcoma were full of darkness, making them look more and more terrifying.

This is a face that can make people suffocate in an instant. It belongs to a tall middle-aged man with scars and incomplete hair. The few strands of hair are a little yellow, like malnutrition, or, the fertile soil where hair once grew After being turned into scorched earth, all the nutrients smelled like sulfur, which made the hair yellow.

The inexplicable association made this face, which looked like the surface of a desolate planet, less scary. When Ji Mo thought that he might become so ugly in the future, he felt depressed, but he didn't regret it.

"I must worship you as my teacher. You can do it and save my life to be your disciple. You can destroy this face however you want."

Ji Mo spoke earnestly, the eyes of a child who should have been innocent were full of tranquility that did not belong to his age, after he finished speaking, he raised his face towards the middle-aged man, closed his eyes, and his slightly clenched fists seemed to have Prepare to have the pain of a knife or a fire fall on your face.

The middle-aged man's surname is Zhu Mingrong, which sounds like the name of Vulcan, but he has an extremely handsome face. I don't know how many women have been infatuated with him. , his talent, his music is enough to intoxicate the world.

When he became famous as a teenager, not only women but also men would chase his car, hoping to get his advice as a musician.

At that time, he was as proud as a peacock, and he refused to look down at the ground again.

But later...

Remembering the past is always painful.

Even if a man doesn't value his appearance, he definitely doesn't want to let himself be what he is now, ugly and despised by others. That kind of disgusting gaze is like a stab in the back, hurting people invisible.

"Don't think that I will soften my heart. To be my disciple, you must have the same appearance as me. The uglier the better."

Zhu Rong said her request, and there was cynical hatred in her hoarse voice.

It is like the sound of a burning fire, the voice that was once praised as Ruo Le, but now I find it unpleasant to hear. Everything he owns seems to have been destroyed, but as long as his hands and people are still there, there is always something , is something that those people cannot destroy.

"To become my disciple, you have to bear my hatred. Those people should all be damned, damned..."

There was a flash of madness in his eyes, as if he would turn on the indiscriminate killing mode in the next moment. The knife was in his hand, and it had left the scabbard. The flickering cold light made people tremble more and more, for fear of being careless. will fall into your heart.

Ji Mo, however, knelt down in front of Zhu Rong calmly without any fear, opened his eyes and looked at him when he hadn't moved for a long time, his eyes were as calm as ever, "I am willing to be a teacher, I am willing to be your disciple, and I am willing to bear the burden. For your hatred, I am willing to destroy my appearance, as long as my life is left to pass on the skills of a musician."

Kowtowing again, not only because of the system's tasks, but also because he has no other way.

The home that provided him with a sense of security is gone. His parents, elder brother, and sisters... are gone. A big family has turned into a piece of scorched earth in a blink of an eye. Killing, those people, just for money, just for money!

If they knew, they would definitely give up the money just to keep themselves alive, but they only wanted to kill people and then snatch away the blood-stained money.

There is indeed a wall between people.

Too many unspeakable things have caused tragedies. If it is someone else's, it seems that you can stand on the sidelines and sigh with emotion, but what if it is your own?

Only hatred.

Only hatred can make people have the strength to move on, to carry the sustenance of each and every human life, to move forward, to trample those damned people under their feet.

"Okay, haha...Okay, I'm not in vain to save you."

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, and waved the knife twice in his hand, as if trying to get rid of the excess blood stains on the knife. The knife was roasted on the candle, and it landed on Ji Mo's body with a bit of scorching heat. On the face, the tip of the knife landed on the corner of the eye first, to disfigure the face, not to kill, the penetration was not deep, and quickly and easily across the cheek, from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth, the flesh was cut open, and blood flowed out...

pain.

A child's body has very low tolerance for pain. Even with willpower as a blessing, the final result still makes her cheeks twitch involuntarily, and tears flicker from her eyes.

Raise the knife.

Ji Mo took a deep breath, and when he made the next knife, Zhu Rong accepted the weird smile on his face, and put away the knife expressionlessly, "One knife a year, the day you leave the teacher, you will be with me."

"Thank you, Master!"

Ji Mo kowtowed again, feeling a little lucky, the injury was not too heavy, and there was enough time to heal the injury, it would be fatal, so he could continue to study.

[Main task: Musician. 】

[Current progress: Zhu Rong (Master) - completed. 】

Zhu Rong didn't teach Ji Mo immediately, but asked again what happened to Ji Mo.

As an extraordinary baby born with knowledge, Ji Mo actually doesn't know much.

Ji Mo was born into a big family in this world. He became the child of the second wife, a concubine, and the eldest brother who pushed him to wake up and save him from death was a concubine.

Because it is the ancient world, Ji Mo automatically brought in what he knew before, and felt that there was a wall between the concubine and the concubine, and it was absolutely impossible for brothers to be close and seamless. In this case, maintain an ordinary and polite relationship That's fine, there's no need to really be like conjoined twins, I'll go wherever you go.

But there were only the two young masters in the second room, and they were about the same age. Ji Mo's three-year-old elder brother, Ji Huang, had been like the little sun since he was a child, without any haze. Not long after Ji Mo was born, he became a young man in Ji Mo's room. The regular customers of the store would lie on the bedside and ask Mammy, "When will my brother be able to play with me?"

When Ji Mo grew up and was able to crawl, he would still stay by the bed and let him crawl towards the direction where he was shaking his tambourine when he watched Ji Mo prevent him from getting out of bed.

When Ji Mo was able to move around, he would also beckon and dance not far away, luring Ji Mo to stumble towards him, and opened his arms early to protect Ji Mo, preventing him from falling to the ground.

When teaching Ji Mo to speak, he even called "brother" to Ji Mo countless times. Seeing his perseverance, Ji Mo, who knew that his status was not equal, but still couldn't bear him to be disappointed, so he called at the first time "elder brother".

He will always remember Ji Huang's joy at that time, and the silly look of secretly kissing himself with slobber and hahaha... The look of that child in his memory, at the time he thought he was stupid and would never be like this again when he grew up, but Unexpectedly, I would never see him grow up again.

Ji Mo knew what his mission was since he was a child. The first mission was to learn from a teacher.

So he asked the people around him early if there were any good musicians, and he also wanted to become a musician.

Ji Mo was so disappointed when he tried to find that there was no one named "Zhu Rong" around him. This...the sea of ​​people is so vast, where should he find a "Zhu Rong" who doesn't know his appearance or origin?

It's not easy for him to tell people that I must worship Zhu Rong as my teacher.

At such a young age, I have been holding back a lot of distress, and I am always not so happy, and I can't smile brightly every day like Ji Huang.

Ji Huang didn't know what he was worried about, and he couldn't understand it. He just took him with him wherever he went. The games that children can play are really boring. Ji Mo has been a child countless times , Many games are not rare, if you are not very keen, you will try to avoid Ji Huang like a hide-and-seek cat, and you don't want to play with him.

The path in the house is familiar from this kind of hide-and-seek.

One hides, the other looks for, every time, Ji Huang can find where Ji Mo is, and Ji Mo also discovered how good Ji Huang's memory is, and that kind of spatial imagination is probably at the level of a young genius.

Ji Huang never realized how powerful he was, he just thought it was a new game he played with Ji Mo, and it was actually quite interesting, and he never tired of it.

That day, Ji Mo avoided Ji Huang for a while as usual, and stood by the lake. He had long been used to Ji Huang being like an inescapable shadow. Even if he avoided Ji Huang for a while, he would soon be I found it, so he doesn't hide it very much, he won't hide in some corner like before, making his body dirty and easy to be bitten by small bugs.

Then, the drums sounded.

The drum music that suddenly sounded seemed to hit his heart one after another. Ji Mo felt that his whole body was suppressed by the music, in a real sense, the kind that could not move.

I don't know what happened, and I feel flustered inexplicably, as if I completely lost control over the frequency of my heartbeat amidst the sound of huge drums. Then, I saw the thugs climbing over the wall, holding steel knives, and saw that ferocious and ferocious face rushing towards me. come by yourself.

Run, run, run!

The consciousness is shouting desperately, but the body is frozen, like a bug that can only pretend to be dead in front of natural enemies, stupid and stupid.

There seemed to be sweat on the forehead, and the eyes seemed to be red, but... Ji Huang, who rushed out from the side, pulled him like a life-saving straw, shouted at him, and then blocked him and pushed him to let him run... …

"Do you hate it?"

Zhu Rong asked.

There is some deeper emotion surging in the voice.

"hatred."

How can you not hate it?The peace was torn apart, lives were killed, and hot blood was splashed on the face. That kind of memory will never be erased.

"Remember hate, remember this hate, never forget!"

There was no comfort, nor was there any gentleness. The hoarse voice was like a stone rubbing against a knife blade. It was harsh and unpleasant, and at the same time, a series of sparks burst out.

"I won't forget."

Ji Mo replied calmly, his face was still hurting, but his heart was hurting even more. He would never forget that Ji Huang was just a child, but he used his own life to save him. He only had one life. The short life that belongs to Ji Huang should not be forgotten.

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