The cold wind is like a knife, reaping the vitality of all things.

On the streets in the early morning, the world has become silvery, and there is no sign of human beings or life. Only the whistling wind fills the entire world.

The terrible chill made no one dare to leave the warm and comfortable house and face the cruel cold.

However, in a corner of the street, in a small pile of hay, there was a thin figure tremblingly curled up.

He looked only four or five years old, thin and tattered, scattered, and pale in his face. He held a pile of hay that had been soaked in snow and tried to keep warm.

Suddenly, a cold and violent wind blew like a sharp blade, reaping life. The thin child couldn't help but tremble, his teeth tightly clenched, and his body shrank into a ball.

"Difficult...can I really live... but today? I'm really not willing... I'm willing... I've obviously... worked so hard..." He said intermittently in a faint voice, and the strength from somewhere made him look up and stare at the sky.

It was a pair of dark eyes, fear, resentment, loneliness, fatigue, death silence, liberation, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into the initial darkness and incomparable depth, making people unable to see any emotions.

The vision gradually blurred, and dusty memories surged into my heart.

His name is Yan She. A month ago, he became a child of four or five years old and appeared in this world.

When he heard several gangsters talk about the terms "weapon list", "Bai Xiaosheng", "Old Man of Heaven", "Double Rings of Dragon and Phoenix", and "Xiao Li Flying Knife", he understood what kind of world he had come to.

But these are not important to him anymore.

When others come to such a martial arts world, they must have practiced martial arts, then wear a furious horse, use a sword to defeat all the heroes. There is also a tangled love with a hero and a witch, or a king...

But for Yan She, the only thing that is to do and unattainable is to... live.

In a month, he did all his wisdom just to survive.

But his young body completely restricted him, and although this world is very similar to ancient Chinese, you should know that ancient languages ​​are very different from later generations.

China has such a large territory. Even if Mandarin is vigorously promoted by later generations, there are still great differences in the languages ​​of different places, let alone this era.

The differences in the times and regional differences made Yan She unable to communicate with people in this world at all. Even if there were some advanced ideas, they could not be implemented and turned into urgently needed money, and no one would believe him as a little brat.

The ancient world was also different from later generations. The material conditions were scarce, and the people here could not have enough food. Naturally, no one could be kind to help them. Even in the later generations, where material conditions were developed and allowed, few people were willing to help others.

Hunger, exhaustion, severe cold... After being wandered on the street for a month, Yan She was always troubled by these things, and finally she was exhausted and it was difficult to survive. This rare heavy snow became his death talisman.

The white snowflakes are so beautiful and poetic in the eyes of those who are full and well-dressed.

But for those who have no house to live in, no clothes to keep warm, and no food to eat, this is the most terrible disaster.

The body gradually became stiff, and the terrifying chill had penetrated into the bone marrow. The body, which was originally trembling, could not even tremble at this moment, like a cold stone lying in the grass, the breath merged with the cold world.

Vitality does not exist, death comes.

Yan She felt very tired and had been free from the pressure brought by the boundaries of survival for a month, which had long destroyed his body and spirit.

At this moment, he really wanted to have a big sleep.

But no matter how tired he was, he still insisted on not closing his eyes.

Because he knew that once he closed, he would never wake up again.

He wants to survive!

No matter how tired, humble, or painful he is, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he wants to survive.

But God seemed unwilling to satisfy his humble desire. The snow became heavier and heavier, the storm became more and more violent, and the shadows enveloped the world.

Where is the hope?

Suddenly, a carriage drove over.

Yan She's eyes trembled for a moment, but she no longer had the strength to speak.

A beautiful figure walked down the car.

In the snow and ice, she was only wearing a thin long skirt. The cold wind blew and her clothes were flying. She saw her standing proudly on the frost and snow, like a flawless white plum blossom.

The wind and snow lowered her head.

Suddenly, she saw a child whose lives were hanging in the haystack.

I glanced coldly at first, but then I seemed to find something, and a hint of surprise appeared in my eyes.

Her figure was like a ghost, and she immediately came to Yan She and looked at his whole body tightly.

The blurred vision suddenly became clear, Yan She's pupils tightly contracted, looking at the figure in front of her.

It was an extremely delicate face, as fair as jade, and as beautiful as the whole country, as if it was a fairy in the snow and ice.

But Yan She's gaze just flashed across her face, and then stopped tightly in her hand.

It’s not how beautiful her hands are, but that she has a hot pancake on her hand. For Yan She, the attraction of this pancake is greater than that of all in the world.

This is something that will keep him alive.

The power that was born from somewhere was born, he jumped up and rushed towards the woman, snatched the pancake, and then swallowed it voraciously.

He swears that this is the best thing he has ever eaten in his two lives.

There wasn't before, and there will never be any future.

The woman frowned and looked at him for a moment, then reached out to touch his back, nodded happily and said, "It's indeed an excellent bone, enough to meet the standards I want."

At this time, Yan She had finished the pancake and looked at her pitifully.

The woman was silent for a while and asked, "What's your name, where are you living, and where are your parents?"

Yan She replied: "Yan She has no home and no parents."

After a month in this world, he learned some of the languages ​​here. At least there is no problem with a simple self-introduction.

"Yan She, I understand." The woman asked again without expression: "Would you like to leave with me and go to a place that is feared, disgusted by the world, and regarded as an alien?"

Yan She was naturally willing, and he had no other way out. However, he still asked: "Can you eat something like the one you just now every day?"

When he said this, his face was half innocent and bitter.

Half of this is true, while the other half is disguised. This month's experience has long taught him how to protect himself.

Living is his only goal.

Looking at the innocent and thin child in front of him, the woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had been reminiscent of some memories. After a while, the genius bowed down, picked up Yan She and said, "You can get everything you want, but the price you have to pay may be that no matter how much you regret it in the future, it cannot be compensated."

Her face showed great melancholy.

The wind and snow are still there.

Yan She looked at the endless vastness in disguise, and his eyes showed a light called enlightenment, extremely firm.

"From then on, you will be a part of the Holy Church, and in the world, others call us...the Demon Cult!"

The woman gently stroked his head, her eyes were a little confused, and she murmured in her heart: "You will be the strongest weapon for revenge. I will give you the strongest martial arts in the world, and you will always be loyal to me."

The wind and snow in the world are getting heavier.
Chapter completed!