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"No! I'm not!"
Jin Xinzhong has already started as like a big wave, as like as two peas! Why is it so similar? The mysterious formula of stepping on the sky, the innate King temperament and the tone of speaking.
Lan Yu is very much like Ling Yu, or he is Ling Yu.
Kim suddenly took a deep breath, and a picture flashed out of his mind.
It is a huge and desolate valley. It is said that some people in this valley once successfully crossed and robbed to achieve the divine realm, and it has been named Qixian valley since then.
A figure shuttled through the valley, covered with blood, but his eyes were as sharp as the sky sword in his hand.
Behind this figure, there are nearly a hundred powerful people who are suffocating all over.
The divine sword cleaves the sky and kills crafty people.
Bloody Qixian Valley!
The unyielding figure launched an amazing war with hundreds of people, and bodies continued to fall from high altitude.
In the end, those people were afraid and tried their best to make the figure yield, but what answered them was the sharp edge of tiancang divine sword.
When he was outnumbered, the figure finally died. When his figure fell into the abyss, the picture gradually blurred, together with Jin's line of sight.
Tears have wet Jin's eyes.
He knelt down to Lan Yu and lowered his head. The hot tears kept falling from under the mask. His body was shaking violently and slowly took off the mask.
When he looked up, his beautiful face was full of tears. His lips were shaking and shouted, "master, you are master! Master! Look at my face!"
Lan Yu looked at the face and was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and almost shouted, "Chenyu, you are Zhuo Chenyu!"
This face is branded in the depths of his soul. This is his disciple, Zhuo Chenyu!
"You are Chenyu!"
At the moment, Lan Yu lost his temper and was as strong as him. His eyes couldn't help turning red in an instant, and tears swirled around the corners of his eyes.
Ling Yu has received three closed door disciples in her life, the first disciple Nie Qiankun, the second disciple Wu Mingze and the third disciple Zhuo Chenyu.
Zhuo Chenyu is his youngest disciple! And the child has suffered since childhood!
Zhuo Chenyu looked at Lan Yu and said tremblingly, "master, is it really you?"
"Sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"
Lan Yu only said one sentence, but it was this sentence that directly made Zhuo Chenyu cry, rushed to Lan Yu and hugged his leg, "master! It's really you!"
Zhuo Chenyu's vision became more and more blurred, and finally recalled what happened 20 years ago.
Zhuo family sword wall, this is an extremely special place.
The Zhuo family worked for the Daning Dynasty for generations and almost laid half of the country for the Daning Dynasty.
There are 3000 disciples of Zhuo family. Everyone must go to the sword wall to practice.
Zhuo Chenyu was seven years old that year. He was born with a serious disease and could not practice. He could only rely on pills to maintain his life.
However, he has a heart yearning for the perfection of martial arts and a dream of galloping on the battlefield and serving the Empire in the future.
But the reality is cruel.
However, the child didn't give up his dream because of his weak body. Every night when everyone fell asleep, he would secretly run to the sword wall to practice his sword. He would spit blood every time, but he just wouldn't give up.
The iron sword is very heavy for a child without any martial arts foundation. Under the gloomy moonlight, the little boy dances hard. It seems that his weak body is swinging with the iron sword. He dances not the sword, but the sword.
"Pooh!"
The little boy lost his balance and fell to the ground. The iron sword took off and fell to the distance. He spit out a big mouthful of blood in pain. He stared at the iron sword reflecting a faint cold light and clenched his small fist tightly.
"Why is my body so weak?"
"No! I want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I want to work hard!"
The little boy got up, picked up the iron sword again and continued to dance until he lost his strength and fell heavily. On the ground, there was blood mottled and shocking.
"I can't fall down. I want to be Ling Yu's disciple!"
The little boy tried to get up, struggled a few times, but failed.
Suddenly a mellow voice rang from his ear: "do you want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"
The little boy turned his head and looked at the tall figure standing in the moonlight. He was a stranger, but the little boy was not afraid. He nodded heavily and said, "yes!"
"Ling Yu doesn't accept a waste as a disciple!"
The man said faintly.
The little boy didn't know where the strength came from, stood up, swayed and said stubbornly, "I'm not a waste! I just want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I'll be an indomitable man like him in the future!"
I didn't see any action from the man, but a strong wind swept over and directly rushed the little boy out. He hit a stone and vomited blood. "There are few children in the world who want to be Lingyu disciple. Your body is too weak. It's better to be a waste."
With that, the man stretched out his hand, the iron sword fell into his hand, pointed to the little boy and said, "you can't even hold this iron sword weighing only a few kilograms, and you still want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"
The little boy roared, "I'm not a waste! My name is Zhuo Chenyu, and I'm the son of kamikaze general!" tears swirled in the little boy's eyes, but he just couldn't help crying, and his eyes were unusually stubborn.
The man suddenly smiled and the iron sword danced. A piece of iron completely became a magic weapon in the man's hand. He wrote a line on the sword wall: "the sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"
The font is very domineering. Just at a glance, there is a great sword meaning coming to the face, stinging the little boy's eyes.
The man said, "your Zhuo family has been loyal for generations and has produced many powerful generals. However, your father is a tiger father. Isn't there a cave on the sword wall behind you? Isn't that the forbidden area of your Zhuo family? If you really want to be Lingyu's disciple, go in and prove that you are qualified. When you come out, taste the meaning of this line on the sword wall, and Lingyu will accept you as an apprentice."
The little boy looked at the dark hole, his body trembled inexplicably, and there was even endless fear in his eyes. He had never entered that place, but he had seen a person who had passed the test and came out of it. He didn't know what kind of torture he had experienced and was dying.
The little boy will never forget that the man's body seemed to have been bitten by countless insects. There was no good place all over his body.
He knew that the cave must be a personal hell, and since he remembered, he knew that many Zhuo family disciples went in every year, but only that person came out over the years.
After all, he is only a child. Even in some places, seven year old children even snuggle up in their mother's arms. Even if they are beaten, they will be taken good care of. Those children will be afraid, and he will also be afraid.
The man suddenly said, "if you're afraid, you can't go. Of course, you can't be Ling Yu's disciple."
As soon as the little boy gritted his teeth, he spit out a mouthful of blood again and took a big breath. He came to the man and took the iron sword from his hand. At that moment, the little boy fell directly to the ground. His body was too weak.
Stubbornly, the little boy got up again and walked to the cave with an iron sword as tall as him. His immature voice seemed to be questioning some people: "I don't know why my father sighs every day when he sees me, and then walks away unhappily. I'm so big. He hasn't held me once. Only my mother loves me in the world. He cooks medicine for me every day, and I've secretly seen my mother cry. I don't know why I'm so weak by nature... Cough..."
The little boy coughed violently for several times, and a large amount of blood soaked his clothes on his chest. His tender voice gradually left the man: "I don't know why, those people will hide when they see me... I can only sneak here to practice at night... Why... The more I practice, the weaker I become?"
"I want to be strong!"
The little boy screamed to hide his fear. His instinct activated his great strength and ran into the hole.
The man looked at the hole and was a little distracted. After a long time, he sighed heavily: "poor child, I was born to cry blood and nirvana. Just now I have opened up your four meridians in the dark. Next, it's up to you! Don't let me down."
The moment the little boy ran into the cave, he came face-to-face with an extremely strong rotten smell. Through the weak light inside, he saw a large number of bones piled up in front of him. Suddenly, he slipped and fell to the ground.
The two empty eyes opposite him were facing him, which made him scream.
Then he quickly got up and waved an iron sword: "general kamikaze is here! All cattle, ghosts and snakes avoid!"
At the moment, the little boy was very afraid, even extreme fear. Seeing the bones around him almost broke his young heart.
He wanted to turn around and go out, but he couldn't be Ling Yu's disciple.
"I want to be strong! I want to be strong! I want to be strong!"
The little boy shouted, and his childish voice echoed in the open cave. He continued to walk forward, and finally came to a stone platform, where a man with dishevelled hair stood.
"Who are you?"
Asked the little boy.
The man suddenly turned his head and showed a ferocious and terrible face.
The little boy screamed and sat down on the ground.
"Jie Jie!"
The man licked his mouth, looked at the little boy's crotch and said with a strange smile: "the little boy didn't pee. Am I not terrible enough?"
"You were scared to pee!"
The little boy was really scared. The man's appearance was so scary.
The man said, "what are you doing here? Are you here to practice like those losers? I'll give you a chance. You can go out now, or you'll be eaten by me."
The little boy was so frightened that he just shouted, "I want to be strong! I won't go out."
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"No! I'm not!"
Jin Xinzhong has already started as like a big wave, as like as two peas! Why is it so similar? The mysterious formula of stepping on the sky, the innate King temperament and the tone of speaking.
Lan Yu is very much like Ling Yu, or he is Ling Yu.
Kim suddenly took a deep breath, and a picture flashed out of his mind.
It is a huge and desolate valley. It is said that some people in this valley once successfully crossed and robbed to achieve the divine realm, and it has been named Qixian valley since then.
A figure shuttled through the valley, covered with blood, but his eyes were as sharp as the sky sword in his hand.
Behind this figure, there are nearly a hundred powerful people who are suffocating all over.
The divine sword cleaves the sky and kills crafty people.
Bloody Qixian Valley!
The unyielding figure launched an amazing war with hundreds of people, and bodies continued to fall from high altitude.
In the end, those people were afraid and tried their best to make the figure yield, but what answered them was the sharp edge of tiancang divine sword.
When he was outnumbered, the figure finally died. When his figure fell into the abyss, the picture gradually blurred, together with Jin's line of sight.
Tears have wet Jin's eyes.
He knelt down to Lan Yu and lowered his head. The hot tears kept falling from under the mask. His body was shaking violently and slowly took off the mask.
When he looked up, his beautiful face was full of tears. His lips were shaking and shouted, "master, you are master! Master! Look at my face!"
Lan Yu looked at the face and was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and almost shouted, "Chenyu, you are Zhuo Chenyu!"
This face is branded in the depths of his soul. This is his disciple, Zhuo Chenyu!
"You are Chenyu!"
At the moment, Lan Yu lost his temper and was as strong as him. His eyes couldn't help turning red in an instant, and tears swirled around the corners of his eyes.
Ling Yu has received three closed door disciples in her life, the first disciple Nie Qiankun, the second disciple Wu Mingze and the third disciple Zhuo Chenyu.
Zhuo Chenyu is his youngest disciple! And the child has suffered since childhood!
Zhuo Chenyu looked at Lan Yu and said tremblingly, "master, is it really you?"
"Sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"
Lan Yu only said one sentence, but it was this sentence that directly made Zhuo Chenyu cry, rushed to Lan Yu and hugged his leg, "master! It's really you!"
Zhuo Chenyu's vision became more and more blurred, and finally recalled what happened 20 years ago.
Zhuo family sword wall, this is an extremely special place.
The Zhuo family worked for the Daning Dynasty for generations and almost laid half of the country for the Daning Dynasty.
There are 3000 disciples of Zhuo family. Everyone must go to the sword wall to practice.
Zhuo Chenyu was seven years old that year. He was born with a serious disease and could not practice. He could only rely on pills to maintain his life.
However, he has a heart yearning for the perfection of martial arts and a dream of galloping on the battlefield and serving the Empire in the future.
But the reality is cruel.
However, the child didn't give up his dream because of his weak body. Every night when everyone fell asleep, he would secretly run to the sword wall to practice his sword. He would spit blood every time, but he just wouldn't give up.
The iron sword is very heavy for a child without any martial arts foundation. Under the gloomy moonlight, the little boy dances hard. It seems that his weak body is swinging with the iron sword. He dances not the sword, but the sword.
"Pooh!"
The little boy lost his balance and fell to the ground. The iron sword took off and fell to the distance. He spit out a big mouthful of blood in pain. He stared at the iron sword reflecting a faint cold light and clenched his small fist tightly.
"Why is my body so weak?"
"No! I want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I want to work hard!"
The little boy got up, picked up the iron sword again and continued to dance until he lost his strength and fell heavily. On the ground, there was blood mottled and shocking.
"I can't fall down. I want to be Ling Yu's disciple!"
The little boy tried to get up, struggled a few times, but failed.
Suddenly a mellow voice rang from his ear: "do you want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"
The little boy turned his head and looked at the tall figure standing in the moonlight. He was a stranger, but the little boy was not afraid. He nodded heavily and said, "yes!"
"Ling Yu doesn't accept a waste as a disciple!"
The man said faintly.
The little boy didn't know where the strength came from, stood up, swayed and said stubbornly, "I'm not a waste! I just want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I'll be an indomitable man like him in the future!"
I didn't see any action from the man, but a strong wind swept over and directly rushed the little boy out. He hit a stone and vomited blood. "There are few children in the world who want to be Lingyu disciple. Your body is too weak. It's better to be a waste."
With that, the man stretched out his hand, the iron sword fell into his hand, pointed to the little boy and said, "you can't even hold this iron sword weighing only a few kilograms, and you still want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"
The little boy roared, "I'm not a waste! My name is Zhuo Chenyu, and I'm the son of kamikaze general!" tears swirled in the little boy's eyes, but he just couldn't help crying, and his eyes were unusually stubborn.
The man suddenly smiled and the iron sword danced. A piece of iron completely became a magic weapon in the man's hand. He wrote a line on the sword wall: "the sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"
The font is very domineering. Just at a glance, there is a great sword meaning coming to the face, stinging the little boy's eyes.
The man said, "your Zhuo family has been loyal for generations and has produced many powerful generals. However, your father is a tiger father. Isn't there a cave on the sword wall behind you? Isn't that the forbidden area of your Zhuo family? If you really want to be Lingyu's disciple, go in and prove that you are qualified. When you come out, taste the meaning of this line on the sword wall, and Lingyu will accept you as an apprentice."
The little boy looked at the dark hole, his body trembled inexplicably, and there was even endless fear in his eyes. He had never entered that place, but he had seen a person who had passed the test and came out of it. He didn't know what kind of torture he had experienced and was dying.
The little boy will never forget that the man's body seemed to have been bitten by countless insects. There was no good place all over his body.
He knew that the cave must be a personal hell, and since he remembered, he knew that many Zhuo family disciples went in every year, but only that person came out over the years.
After all, he is only a child. Even in some places, seven year old children even snuggle up in their mother's arms. Even if they are beaten, they will be taken good care of. Those children will be afraid, and he will also be afraid.
The man suddenly said, "if you're afraid, you can't go. Of course, you can't be Ling Yu's disciple."
As soon as the little boy gritted his teeth, he spit out a mouthful of blood again and took a big breath. He came to the man and took the iron sword from his hand. At that moment, the little boy fell directly to the ground. His body was too weak.
Stubbornly, the little boy got up again and walked to the cave with an iron sword as tall as him. His immature voice seemed to be questioning some people: "I don't know why my father sighs every day when he sees me, and then walks away unhappily. I'm so big. He hasn't held me once. Only my mother loves me in the world. He cooks medicine for me every day, and I've secretly seen my mother cry. I don't know why I'm so weak by nature... Cough..."
The little boy coughed violently for several times, and a large amount of blood soaked his clothes on his chest. His tender voice gradually left the man: "I don't know why, those people will hide when they see me... I can only sneak here to practice at night... Why... The more I practice, the weaker I become?"
"I want to be strong!"
The little boy screamed to hide his fear. His instinct activated his great strength and ran into the hole.
The man looked at the hole and was a little distracted. After a long time, he sighed heavily: "poor child, I was born to cry blood and nirvana. Just now I have opened up your four meridians in the dark. Next, it's up to you! Don't let me down."
The moment the little boy ran into the cave, he came face-to-face with an extremely strong rotten smell. Through the weak light inside, he saw a large number of bones piled up in front of him. Suddenly, he slipped and fell to the ground.
The two empty eyes opposite him were facing him, which made him scream.
Then he quickly got up and waved an iron sword: "general kamikaze is here! All cattle, ghosts and snakes avoid!"
At the moment, the little boy was very afraid, even extreme fear. Seeing the bones around him almost broke his young heart.
He wanted to turn around and go out, but he couldn't be Ling Yu's disciple.
"I want to be strong! I want to be strong! I want to be strong!"
The little boy shouted, and his childish voice echoed in the open cave. He continued to walk forward, and finally came to a stone platform, where a man with dishevelled hair stood.
"Who are you?"
Asked the little boy.
The man suddenly turned his head and showed a ferocious and terrible face.
The little boy screamed and sat down on the ground.
"Jie Jie!"
The man licked his mouth, looked at the little boy's crotch and said with a strange smile: "the little boy didn't pee. Am I not terrible enough?"
"You were scared to pee!"
The little boy was really scared. The man's appearance was so scary.
The man said, "what are you doing here? Are you here to practice like those losers? I'll give you a chance. You can go out now, or you'll be eaten by me."
The little boy was so frightened that he just shouted, "I want to be strong! I won't go out."
"No! I'm not!"Jin Xinzhong has already started as like a big wave, as like as two peas! Why is it so similar? The mysterious formula of stepping on the sky, the innate King temperament and the tone of speaking.Lan Yu is very much like Ling Yu, or he is Ling Yu.Kim suddenly took a deep breath, and a picture flashed out of his mind.It is a huge and desolate valley. It is said that some people in this valley once successfully crossed and robbed to achieve the divine realm, and it has been named Qixian valley since then.A figure shuttled through the valley, covered with blood, but his eyes were as sharp as the sky sword in his hand.Behind this figure, there are nearly a hundred powerful people who are suffocating all over.The divine sword cleaves the sky and kills crafty people.Bloody Qixian Valley!The unyielding figure launched an amazing war with hundreds of people, and bodies continued to fall from high altitude.In the end, those people were afraid and tried their best to make the figure yield, but what answered them was the sharp edge of tiancang divine sword.When he was outnumbered, the figure finally died. When his figure fell into the abyss, the picture gradually blurred, together with Jin's line of sight.Tears have wet Jin's eyes.He knelt down to Lan Yu and lowered his head. The hot tears kept falling from under the mask. His body was shaking violently and slowly took off the mask.When he looked up, his beautiful face was full of tears. His lips were shaking and shouted, "master, you are master! Master! Look at my face!"Lan Yu looked at the face and was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and almost shouted, "Chenyu, you are Zhuo Chenyu!"This face is branded in the depths of his soul. This is his disciple, Zhuo Chenyu!"You are Chenyu!"At the moment, Lan Yu lost his temper and was as strong as him. His eyes couldn't help turning red in an instant, and tears swirled around the corners of his eyes.Ling Yu has received three closed door disciples in her life, the first disciple Nie Qiankun, the second disciple Wu Mingze and the third disciple Zhuo Chenyu.Zhuo Chenyu is his youngest disciple! And the child has suffered since childhood!Zhuo Chenyu looked at Lan Yu and said tremblingly, "master, is it really you?""Sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"Lan Yu only said one sentence, but it was this sentence that directly made Zhuo Chenyu cry, rushed to Lan Yu and hugged his leg, "master! It's really you!"Zhuo Chenyu's vision became more and more blurred, and finally recalled what happened 20 years ago.Zhuo family sword wall, this is an extremely special place.The Zhuo family worked for the Daning Dynasty for generations and almost laid half of the country for the Daning Dynasty.There are 3000 disciples of Zhuo family. Everyone must go to the sword wall to practice.Zhuo Chenyu was seven years old that year. He was born with a serious disease and could not practice. He could only rely on pills to maintain his life.However, he has a heart yearning for the perfection of martial arts and a dream of galloping on the battlefield and serving the Empire in the future.But the reality is cruel.However, the child didn't give up his dream because of his weak body. Every night when everyone fell asleep, he would secretly run to the sword wall to practice his sword. He would spit blood every time, but he just wouldn't give up.The iron sword is very heavy for a child without any martial arts foundation. Under the gloomy moonlight, the little boy dances hard. It seems that his weak body is swinging with the iron sword. He dances not the sword, but the sword."Pooh!"The little boy lost his balance and fell to the ground. The iron sword took off and fell to the distance. He spit out a big mouthful of blood in pain. He stared at the iron sword reflecting a faint cold light and clenched his small fist tightly."Why is my body so weak?""No! I want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I want to work hard!"The little boy got up, picked up the iron sword again and continued to dance until he lost his strength and fell heavily. On the ground, there was blood mottled and shocking."I can't fall down. I want to be Ling Yu's disciple!"The little boy tried to get up, struggled a few times, but failed.Suddenly a mellow voice rang from his ear: "do you want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"The little boy turned his head and looked at the tall figure standing in the moonlight. He was a stranger, but the little boy was not afraid. He nodded heavily and said, "yes!""Ling Yu doesn't accept a waste as a disciple!"The man said faintly.The little boy didn't know where the strength came from, stood up, swayed and said stubbornly, "I'm not a waste! I just want to be Ling Yu's disciple! I'll be an indomitable man like him in the future!"I didn't see any action from the man, but a strong wind swept over and directly rushed the little boy out. He hit a stone and vomited blood. "There are few children in the world who want to be Lingyu disciple. Your body is too weak. It's better to be a waste."With that, the man stretched out his hand, the iron sword fell into his hand, pointed to the little boy and said, "you can't even hold this iron sword weighing only a few kilograms, and you still want to be Ling Yu's disciple?"The little boy roared, "I'm not a waste! My name is Zhuo Chenyu, and I'm the son of kamikaze general!" tears swirled in the little boy's eyes, but he just couldn't help crying, and his eyes were unusually stubborn.The man suddenly smiled and the iron sword danced. A piece of iron completely became a magic weapon in the man's hand. He wrote a line on the sword wall: "the sword wall ileum locks the loyal soul!"The font is very domineering. Just at a glance, there is a great sword meaning coming to the face, stinging the little boy's eyes.The man said, "your Zhuo family has been loyal for generations and has produced many powerful generals. However, your father is a tiger father. Isn't there a cave on the sword wall behind you? Isn't that the forbidden area of your Zhuo family? If you really want to be Lingyu's disciple, go in and prove that you are qualified. When you come out, taste the meaning of this line on the sword wall, and Lingyu will accept you as an apprentice."The little boy looked at the dark hole, his body trembled inexplicably, and there was even endless fear in his eyes. He had never entered that place, but he had seen a person who had passed the test and came out of it. He didn't know what kind of torture he had experienced and was dying.The little boy will never forget that the man's body seemed to have been bitten by countless insects. There was no good place all over his body.He knew that the cave must be a personal hell, and since he remembered, he knew that many Zhuo family disciples went in every year, but only that person came out over the years.After all, he is only a child. Even in some places, seven year old children even snuggle up in their mother's arms. Even if they are beaten, they will be taken good care of. Those children will be afraid, and he will also be afraid.The man suddenly said, "if you're afraid, you can't go. Of course, you can't be Ling Yu's disciple."As soon as the little boy gritted his teeth, he spit out a mouthful of blood again and took a big breath. He came to the man and took the iron sword from his hand. At that moment, the little boy fell directly to the ground. His body was too weak.Stubbornly, the little boy got up again and walked to the cave with an iron sword as tall as him. His immature voice seemed to be questioning some people: "I don't know why my father sighs every day when he sees me, and then walks away unhappily. I'm so big. He hasn't held me once. Only my mother loves me in the world. He cooks medicine for me every day, and I've secretly seen my mother cry. I don't know why I'm so weak by nature... Cough..."The little boy coughed violently for several times, and a large amount of blood soaked his clothes on his chest. His tender voice gradually left the man: "I don't know why, those people will hide when they see me... I can only sneak here to practice at night... Why... The more I practice, the weaker I become?""I want to be strong!"The little boy screamed to hide his fear. His instinct activated his great strength and ran into the hole.The man looked at the hole and was a little distracted. After a long time, he sighed heavily: "poor child, I was born to cry blood and nirvana. Just now I have opened up your four meridians in the dark. Next, it's up to you! Don't let me down."The moment the little boy ran into the cave, he came face-to-face with an extremely strong rotten smell. Through the weak light inside, he saw a large number of bones piled up in front of him. Suddenly, he slipped and fell to the ground.The two empty eyes opposite him were facing him, which made him scream.Then he quickly got up and waved an iron sword: "general kamikaze is here! All cattle, ghosts and snakes avoid!"At the moment, the little boy was very afraid, even extreme fear. Seeing the bones around him almost broke his young heart.He wanted to turn around and go out, but he couldn't be Ling Yu's disciple."I want to be strong! I want to be strong! I want to be strong!"The little boy shouted, and his childish voice echoed in the open cave. He continued to walk forward, and finally came to a stone platform, where a man with dishevelled hair stood."Who are you?"Asked the little boy.The man suddenly turned his head and showed a ferocious and terrible face.The little boy screamed and sat down on the ground."Jie Jie!"The man licked his mouth, looked at the little boy's crotch and said with a strange smile: "the little boy didn't pee. Am I not terrible enough?""You were scared to pee!"The little boy was really scared. The man's appearance was so scary.The man said, "what are you doing here? Are you here to practice like those losers? I'll give you a chance. You can go out now, or you'll be eaten by me."The little boy was so frightened that he just shouted, "I want to be strong! I won't go out."
