In the dim light, a small figure stood quietly in the corner, silently looking at the two adults arguing in front of them.

"I told you, we need to get out of here quickly. It's too dangerous here." A sharp female voice shouted hysterically.

"But..." A rich male voice muttered timidly.

"No, I've had enough. I dare not go out every day. Every moment, someone is shot to death by arrows that come from nowhere, ah?" The female voice raised her voice and interrupted the man rudely, "

Not to mention anything else, it’s just those bastards who come to the store to eat and drink casually just because they’re soldiers, and every time they give credit, credit, credit! I’ve never seen them pay it back!”

"well"

The man seemed to be convinced by the woman, and did not say anything anymore. He just sighed helplessly, and then there was a crunching sound, and the man's footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared silently.

In the corner, the little figure was still lying on the wall, listening silently. The young man didn't know what kind of pressure his parents were under at this time, but instinctively felt that the atmosphere in the air was a bit heavy.

The woman was still complaining, but she inadvertently looked up and saw the quiet and well-behaved little boy lying by the wall. The irritated and angry expression on her face disappeared in an instant, and she replaced it with a doting and gentle expression towards the little boy.

beckoned.

"Come, little Hals, come to mother."

The little boy nodded, walked steadily and obediently to the woman, and fell into her arms.

The woman's eyes flashed softly, she reached out and stroked the boy's short black hair, speaking softly.

"Baby, tell mommy, how long have you been listening here?"

"...I heard everything..." Little Hals said with a timid expression.

Seeing the unconcealed trace of fear and fear in the two clear eyes on little Hals's pretty face, the woman felt a trace of distress in her eyes, and felt a heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

She hugged little Hals and buried his head in her arms. A drop of turbid tears fell on little Hals' head. The woman's voice was choked:

"I'm sorry, honey, it's because of me and your father, we can't give you a stable life..."

Hearing the woman's cry, little Hals stood up from the woman's arms, looked at the woman seriously, stretched out a pair of white and tender little hands, and wiped away the tears from the woman's eyes.

It can be vaguely seen that the woman was beautiful when she was young, but now her edges have been smoothed by life, and her fair and smooth skin has become dull, covered with traces of hard work caused by wind and rain.

Little Hals stretched out his hands to hold the woman's face, and a trace of comfort could be seen on his young face:

"It's okay, Mom, life is pretty good like this. I'm fine. I'm very happy with you."

Seeing the serious look on little Hals's face, the woman let out a "poof", her tears turned into laughter, and she hugged Hals in her arms with a smile on her face. She smiled heartily, but her eyes were filled with tears.

.......

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"Baby, just hide here and don't make a sound. Don't make a sound no matter what. Do you hear me?"

The woman looked flustered and hurriedly stuffed little Hals into the closet, then closed the door firmly, turned around and ran out of the yard, trying to find the child's father.

"Whoosh"

Her heart ached, and the woman looked blankly at the trembling arrow in her chest. She turned around and leaned tremblingly against the door, blocking the way.

Feeling her body gradually getting colder, the woman's eyes were empty, and a teardrop slowly slid down, wetting her clothes.

Husband, children, life......

Hearing the noise outside the house gradually disappearing, little Hals couldn't bear the loneliness and carefully opened the cabinet door from the inside and came to the yard.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, making little Hals uneasy.

Standing on tiptoes, little Hals tried his best to open the door. A stiff voice suddenly fell at the feet of little Hals.

Looking at the figure's face, little Hals' mind went blank.

Looking blankly at the woman's still wide-open eyes, little Hals felt that something in his heart was completely lost.

The sun rises, sets, and the stars change.

I don't know how long it took, but little Hals still stayed there, watching silently, but he was exhausted and could only sit there weakly.

"Boss, there is one here!"

A shout of surprise came from a distance. Little Hals did not turn his head to look, but kept silently staring at his mother's eyes that were still open. A bald middle-aged man with a pattern all over his body squinted his eyes and smiled happily.

He ran over, bent down, and looked at little Hals carefully.

Hearing the call of the bald head, a middle-aged man with fat head and big ears walked over quickly, with the same smile on his face. However, when he saw the lifeless little Hals sitting slumped, the middle-aged man's face changed.

His smile suddenly disappeared, and his brows knitted together tightly.

"Royce, why do I feel like this little guy can't survive?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's doubts, the bald man named Royce shook his head and said with conviction:

"No, no, no, boss, you have to trust my judgment. I think this little guy is a good kid. He looks fragile, but he definitely has great potential. Take him away, you won't regret it."

"Okay." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

Watching the middle-aged man walk away, Royce grabbed the little Hals on the ground like a chicken, threw it over his shoulder, and walked away.

"Come on, little one, you're going to let me get slapped in the face, right?"

Being carried on Royce's shoulders, little Hals did not struggle to resist, but still silently looked at his mother's body on the ground, gradually moving away until it disappeared...

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"Hello, my master, from today on, I will assist you."

A tall young man, covered in robes, respectfully leaned over and said to a dignified girl sitting on a lounge chair in front of him.

"The teacher called you here?"

The girl frowned, with a hint of displeasure in her words.

"Yes Master........"

The young man still replied in his hoarse voice.

A breeze blew through the window, ruffling the girl's light burgundy hair.

Listening to the chirping of birds coming from outside the window, the girl raised her head and turned her gaze from the book to the strange and depressing-looking man in robes in front of her. After thinking about it, she said in a compromising manner:

"Okay, since the teacher asked you to come, you can stay here, but there are a few things we need to agree on in advance." The girl frowned and looked at the young man.

"But according to your will, master..."

"First, if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me; second, if you have nothing to do, don't appear in front of me; third, don't enter my room casually, and fourth..." the girl rubbed her eyebrows, "Second,

We’ll talk about it after four seconds, do you understand?”

"Yes, my master..."

Hearing the young man's answer, the girl's gloomy expression softened a little. After thinking about it, the girl's voice sounded like a spring breeze:

"Do you have a place to live?"

"The room next to you will be fine."

The young man's face hidden under his hood looked a little excited.

"The room next to it? That small shabby room?" The girl finally raised her head curiously, looked at the young man seriously, nodded and said, "Okay, since it is your own idea, then so be it.

Let’s go out first.”

"Yes, Master..."

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The picture gradually faded, and for a long time no picture appeared again.

A figure shrouded in dark green robes appeared silently in the boundless darkness, looking into the distance.

The figure sat alone, with only a pair of eyes shining with faint green and blue light shining on this unknown world, but this weak light obviously could not illuminate this boundless dark world, which was lonely and desolate.

The meaning constantly eroded the figure's heart.

A deafening, rough voice suddenly sounded, which seemed to be a bit mocking.

"It seems that, human, you can't escape the fate of transforming into a dragon."

The figure lowered his head, and a pair of hands stained with blood appeared in front of his eyes. He stretched out his hands into the boundless darkness with a weak voice, and slowly grasped them emptyly, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end, it was

Nothing was found.

His hands fell weakly by his side, and there was a bit of confusion and unwillingness in the figure's eyes.

"Maybe..." The hoarse voice sounded a little tired.

"In the end, I still couldn't say that sentence to you..."

With a sigh, the figure slowly closed his eyes. The last trace of light in the darkness had disappeared, and the space returned to darkness and silence...

"I'm really unwilling..."

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"Hals, how are you? Hals, wake up quickly, Hals... please, don't leave me..."

Suddenly, a female voice full of anxiety, distress and worry, with a hint of crying, came into the dark and silent space, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.
To be continued...