Twelve years ago, it was also a rainy night just like the beginning of Wang Xu's story.
Liu Yikong was galloping on the street, bloodstains hung on the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, obviously he had been seriously injured. The cold rain seeped into the wound, reminding him that his feelings were fading...
He held a little girl in his arms, only about seven or eight years old. She was very scared, but she didn't cry, she just silently fell on her father's chest and trembled.
The road in front of him suddenly cracked, obviously caused by the destruction of spiritual power, Liu Yikong had to stop, he knew that since the other party had caught up with him, he would never be able to escape.
The chaser came out from the corner: "Hehe... Liu Yikong, you can't count it? Hahahaha! If you can't count it, you will die in my hands!"
Qiu Deng laughed hysterically. Although he was also injured, it was much lighter than Liu Yikong, not to mention that the other party had to protect the child in his arms, so the outcome had already lost suspense.
Liu Yikong replied: "I really can't count, the brotherhood of many years will take action against me..."
"Hehehe... Hahahaha!" Qiu Deng laughed more and more crazily: "Brother? You treat me as a brother?! Hahahaha!
What a brother! Then do you understand? As long as I'm with you, I'll always be a second-rate guy! ! Everyone knows that you Liu Yikong is a master of calculations, but what about me? Is it your follower? Do you think I, Qiu Deng, will live in your shadow all my life? ! "
Liu Yikong panted with difficulty: "So... when I got this piece of divine fortune telling, you became murderous, didn't you..."
Qiu Deng showed a ruthless face, gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph... Even if I don't have this book, I will kill you sooner or later!"
Liu Yikong sighed deeply: "Actually... I should have thought that there would be such a day. You still can't let go of Qinglan's death..."
"Shut up!" Qiu Deng roared, he raised his right hand, waved his palm and slashed in the air, an invisible sharp blade cut through the torrential rain, and charged towards Liu Yi in an air attack.
Liu Yikong was powerless to dodge it, he turned around and blocked the blow with his back, just to protect the child in his arms.
Liu Qingruo suddenly felt that the icy rainwater that was sprinkled on top of her head became warm, but this warmth came from his father's chest, which was the temperature of fresh blood.
"Live...don't blame fate...you have to be strong and brave..." These are the last words Liu Yikong said to his daughter. He knelt down on one knee and asked Liu Qingruo to stand by herself.
As Qiu Deng approached step by step, Liu Yikong exhausted his last strength to stand up again, and turned to face his best brother.
"Don't call her name in front of me... Qinglan belongs to me! She should be mine!"
"You're right..." Liu Yikong smiled calmly.
Qiu Deng didn't expect that the other party would say such a thing, and the monstrous killing intent also stagnated.
Liu Yikong continued: "You're right, she fell in love with you, but you didn't respond, you're always like this, you're not good at expressing yourself, so in the end she chose me...
I don't mean to be possessive, it's just that you never go out for anything and make it feel like...you don't care. And I know that you only care about one thing, that is Qinglan...
But she is the only one... I can't give it to you... "
Qiu Deng's clenched fists were trembling, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.
Liu Yikong said again: "The chapter on divine calculation is here, you can take it... As long as you get this book, you will definitely be able to surpass my so-called 'supernatural calculation' realm.
I'm sorry for not being able to take good care of Qinglan, you hate me, there is nothing wrong with it... My life is up to you at this moment, but please let Qingruo go... She is innocent, and she is also Qinglan's child... "
With a "poof", Liu Yikong's throat was pierced, and he passed away before he could finish his sentence.
Qiu Deng shook off the blood on his hand: "Leave her, so that I can seek revenge from her Uncle Qiu in the future? Hmph... You've been scheming against me until your death! Do you think I'll be fooled! Ah?!"
He trampled on Liu Yikong's body crazily, using spiritual power in every blow, and the ground under the corpse was crushed. It was like a dumpling with its stuffing exposed, the internal organs and blood were squeezed out, and finally the whole person was shattered to the ground, its appearance was horrible.
After doing all this, Qiu Deng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Maybe he was crazy, but I would rather believe that this is the proper state for a person who is not good at words to vent his dissatisfaction after being silent and enduring for many years .
Standing in the rain, Liu Qingruo looked at the scene in front of her. She couldn't tell whether it was the rain or the tears that ran across her cheeks, let alone why Uncle Qiu wanted to kill her father.
But she learned one thing this night—to kill.
When Qiu Deng turned his head and approached her, she didn't retreat, and she wasn't even afraid. There was a voice in her mind telling her that the man in front of her was as vulnerable as an ant.
Since he even killed his brother for many years, killing an eight-year-old girl was nothing to Qiu Deng, so he did it without hesitation.
But at this moment, Qiu Deng felt the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness, and then a sense of suffocation hit him, his face turned pale, and the water in his body flowed away rapidly, making him gradually become a mummy. The scene was strange, like a plant that dried up and withered in the rainstorm...
While the rain was still falling, Qiu Deng fell to the ground and twitched unceasingly. He was the first person to see Liu Qing Ruo Ling's ability, so he was also the first person to die.
Liu Qingruo walked slowly in front of Qiu Deng, staring at her father-killing enemy indifferently. Qiu Deng couldn't speak, and he could only stare into his frightened eyes to welcome his last moment.
A few seconds later, Liu Qingruo cried again. This was the first time she used spiritual power. If she had known that she could kill someone so easily, her father would not have died.
But there are no ifs in this world, so she did another thing to make herself feel better.
Qiu Deng was also dismembered, and in a waking state, he felt that his body was being gradually torn into pieces by spiritual power. At the last moment of losing consciousness, he was still feeling every ounce of pain.
It was a bloody rainy night, and Liu Qingruo's life after that changed. Perhaps, as early as this time, she was also crazy, as if the innocence and pity in her soul had quietly disappeared that night.
The little girl, whose whole body was splashed with blood, had a perverse and weird smile on her face before she left the alley.