Chapter 1

"Kill him, damned monster, kill him..."

"Don't hit my dad. Stop it. Don't hit my dad..."

"Wow "Dad..."

"Ha ha..."

In the open space with weeds in the countryside, a group of young people of half size and no size were beating and kicking around a tattered figure. Two black and small children, about three or four years old, were crying and tugging at those people. However, they pushed their small bodies half a meter away with just one wave. They were fighting and shouting, punching and kicking Solid fall on the thin gray body.

"Well..."

The groan of pain was almost drowned in the teenagers' clamor. Before Ling Jingxuan could open his eyes, he felt pain all over his body. His whole body seemed to be about to fall apart. His memory, which was not his own, ran into his mind crazily and made his head explode.

"My mother said he was a monster. Kill him..."

"Kill him..."

"My father is not a monster. Go away and don't beat my father..."

Two little boys are constantly pushed down, and constantly get up and limp in the past, one of the little boy's mouth is not stop roaring excuse, can fall into the madness of the teenagers, which is his thin thin thin body can resist? The more painful they are, the more violent they are, kicking people to death.

No one noticed that the besieged Ling Jingxuan's eyes sank, and his right hand caught one of the teenagers' ankles as fast as lightning.

"Touch!"

"Oh, my mother..."

The sound of heavy objects landing suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sharp screams of teenagers. Other people were scared to step away. The little boy who pulled them stopped crying and looked at the boy who fell on the ground. He saw that the boy's left foot was tightly grasped by a black hand. Looking along the hand, it was the man who had been beaten by them.

"You damned demon..."

"Don't move, or cut your neck!"

The fallen teenager's response is slow, and the other foot is going to kick Ling Jingxuan's thin and weak body. No one has noticed how he moves. People just feel a flower in front of them. The next second, Ling Jingxuan holds a sharp piece of rubble and presses it against the young man's neck. The naked show shows that as long as he exerts a little more force, the boy's The big artery broke.

"You, you, you What are you going to do

The slender eyes of Danfeng swept away the usual turbidity and reflected the frightful and cold murderous spirit. After all, he was a half year old boy. When he saw this situation, he trembled all over his body and could not speak easily. He did not see the appearance of crazy violence before.

"Well..."

Ling Jingxuan wanted to answer him, but his head hurt as if it would explode at any time. The debris on the boy's neck also gradually relaxed. The disordered memories in his mind told him that he should have met the legendary crossing. As for which dynasty and generation he crossed, and what the current situation was, he said that he could not figure out.

"Daddy?"

The little black boy hugged a child about the size of him. His only bright eyes were staring at him. Ling Jingxuan frowned and looked at him. A few fragments slipped through his mind. It seemed that these two little steamed buns were his son, Lingwen Lingwu? Shall I do this? This body is less than 20 years old, isn't it?

"Well..."

was out of order. He had to make complaints about his teenage and confused Tucao, and his hands were cling to his head in pain.

"Wait for me, you damned monster. I'll call my mother to clean you up. You wait..."

The young man who got the freedom pushed him away. While he ran away with others, he didn't forget to put aside his cruel words. After a moment, there were only Ling Jingxuan holding his head and two thin steamed buns.

"Dad, are you not stupid?"

Holding his brother two steps closer, Ling Wen tentatively asked. His voice was filled with excitement and fear. However, Ling Wu's eyes, which were nestled in his arms, were full of hope. The two brothers paid close attention to their father and dad.

“……”

"Touch!"

"Daddy

Before Ling Jingxuan came to speak, he rolled his eyes and fainted. Before he fell down, he vaguely seemed to see two little buns rushing towards him excitedly. His bruised cheek could not help but lift an ugly smile mark.

In the dim light thatched house, Ling Jingxuan's head was covered with a layer of gray rags. He was lying on the wooden bed as white as paper. From time to time, cool air was poured into the wall with cracks around it. A small square window was opened above the wall opposite the wooden bed. Two old window edges were inclined to hang on it. It was possible to fall down at any time. In addition to a large wooden box at the end of the bed, there was a big wooden box in the room Son, basically nothing, a word, poor, not the general poor!

"Brother, dad has been in a coma for several days. When can I wake up?"

"The doctor said that the fever will soon wake up. I'll go and have a look first.""Well, brother, I want to be with you."

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside. Two steamed stuffed buns came in one after another holding hands. One of them reached out to touch Ling Jingxuan's forehead and touched himself. Then he whispered: "it's not hot. You're here to guard dad. I'll heat up the fire. The black face made of milk at noon is dim. Dad will be hungry when he wakes up."

"Brother, I'm hungry too..."

Ling Wu nodded his head cleverly. His little hands like chicken claws touched his stomach. Ling Wen nodded with a smile: "well, Xiaowu is good. I can eat it soon."

After that, the little boy went out. Ling Wu looked back at his father who was lying on the bed. He ran to help him pull the broken quilt on his waist. Then he turned around and took a small bench with missing legs and sat down obediently.

Ling Jingxuan on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He woke up as early as the two little buns opened the door. Compared with the chaos a few days ago, he has almost sorted out the basic condition of the body. The two little buns are indeed his sons, twins, who are five years old at the end of the year. Although they are thin and small, they look at most three or four years old.

Thinking of this, Ling Jingxuan turned his head and looked around, and at the bottom of his heart, he sighed bitterly. He had no family and two steamed stuffed buns. Did he dare to pit his life? What's more, the two little buns seem to have been born by him. Therefore, people in the village say that he is a monster. Otherwise, how can a man have children?

On weekdays, adults are a little better, but the big deal is pointing at him. Those half grown children often bully him in groups, just like the day he just put them on, they beat and scold him in the dead, but he was beaten to death five years later. This is another kind of cattle force. Do you have wood?