——Have a dream.
Dreamed of a cold night.
Dreamed of a white full moon.
Dreaming of the dark mountains.
Dreamed of a feast of blood.
The boy stood there.
The cold wind brought by the cold night hurts the skin.
The darkness brought by the mountains robbed vision.
The soft light brought by the full moon was obscured by the trees.
The smell of blood penetrated the tip of his nose.
And all this, for the teenager, is just daily training.
The boy could only look around.
There, a pack of wolves that attacked him a few minutes ago all turned into corpses, lying in a pool of blood one by one.
Taking a closer look, the boy was holding a small knife tightly in his hand.
Blood was dripping slowly on the blade of the knife.
Perhaps no one will believe what happened here.
Because, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a teenager unilaterally ravaged the beasts who regarded themselves as food.
Of course, for teenagers, all this seems so sparse and ordinary.
Even if it was not possible to do this at the beginning, after several years of hard work, the teenager has been able to do all this very normally.
Facing such a teenager, the adults praised it like this.
"You are the most perfect work of our family."
Faced with such a teenager, the children are so afraid.
"Why can you do this?"
And these praises and fears have been accompanied by the growth of the teenager, and have been around him all the time.
Then, one day, the patriarch said a word to such a young man.
"From today, you will be my son."
That is, the teenager will become the young patriarch of this clan.
The patriarch-Qiye Huangli thus affirmed the identity of the boy.
"You will be the only one in this generation who inherited the name "Seven Nights". "
--"Seven nights".
This is the name of this clan, and it is also the surname given to the patriarch of the clan for generations.
"Your name is Qiye Fangli."
Thus, the boy-Qiyefangli was born here.
…
"Bah!"
This is the sound of the bus door being opened.
Hearing this voice, Fang Li slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Fang Li recalled the dream just now.
"I really had a dream that makes me feel nostalgic..."
In Fang Li's murmur, a group of passengers began to rush in outside the bus.
Fangli was sitting in a back position.
Among the passengers in the same car, some wore work clothes, some wore suits, and some wore casual clothes.
But among them, the most conspicuous is a few high school students wearing student uniforms.
It was a uniform with a white shirt, blue tie and red jacket.
The difference is that the lower half of boys wear green trousers, while the lower half of girls wear pleated skirts with black patterns on a white background, which distinguishes the difference between men and women.
Fang Li also wore a uniform like this.
Those passengers who boarded the bus saw several high school students wearing such uniforms, including Fang Li, and showed surprised expressions.
"That seems to be the uniform of a highly bred high school, right?"
"In other words, are those first-year students preparing to enter the school?"
"This is really..."
There was a lot of discussion among the passengers.
It is conceivable that the school where this uniform is located is the place that can arouse this level of discussion.
Facing such discussions, some of the students in the car looked triumphant, while others were indifferent.
For example, sitting on a fraternity seat, a blond teenager who felt complacent and arrogant, holding his arms and legs up as if he was the only person in the world, closed his eyes, humming and singing These comments were ignored.
For example, a young girl sitting not far in front of Fangli, with long straight black hair that is as smooth as a waterfall, looks awe-inspiring and reads the book on her own, as if she couldn't hear these discussions at all.
For another example, a very cute girl holding a schoolbag, standing aside, with shoulder-length short hair, was happy with such a discussion, and responded with a kindly smile.
There was another person sitting next to Fangli.
"It seems that the school we are enrolled in is quite well received."
Saying such a sentence is sitting next to Fangli, looks leaning toward handsome, but there is no sense of existence all over his body, plus the tone is flat and without ups and downs, his eyes are calm and without waves, and he feels thrown into the crowd. A teenager who would never be noticed.
The other party seemed to be talking to Fangli.
Rather, since getting in the car, the other party seems to have been looking for opportunities to talk to Fangli, but they gave up. It feels like an unpopular high school student who lacks social skills and wants to make friends. pity.
Fang Li turned his gaze and looked at this person.
"Uh…"
The other party paused for a moment, and then made such a statement.
"My name is Ayakoji Kiyotaka."
As a result, the other party seemed to think that he should introduce himself first, so he reported his name.
It's a pity that the tone is still flat and there is no ups and downs, and it feels a little bit weak. If you really enter the high school class, it is probably difficult to make friends, right
Fang Li gave such an evaluation in his heart and nodded.
"Just call me Qiye."
After all, the two weren't familiar enough to call each other's names.
But Ayakoji Kiyotaka seemed to be satisfied with this, and stopped talking.
Fang Li didn't deliberately go to talk, but cast his gaze in one direction.
"Sorry, please let me, thank you..."
I saw that, outside the car door, an old woman begged the people around her, while stepping on an unstable footstep that seemed to be about to fall, she got into the car.
People watched this scene, but just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.
Including Ayakoji Kiyotaka.
Only the cute girl with shoulder-length short hair came forward a little.
"Old woman, let me help you."
With a sweet voice and a cute smile, the girl suggested to the old woman like this.
"thanks, thanks."
The old woman kept thanking her.
The girl helped the old woman into the car.
Generally speaking, at this time, someone should give up their seat.
But no matter it is, everyone pretends that they haven't seen this scene, and the indifferent feelings of society are brought to the limit.
Especially the arrogant young man sitting on the fraternity seat didn't even open his eyes, still humming.
And the girl with long straight hair who was reading, as if she could be drawn into the picture, didn't even lift her head, and didn't pay attention to this scene at all.
Upon seeing this, Fang Li's brow wrinkled without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Li sighed silently, got up from his seat, and stood quietly to the side.
This action caused many people in the car to cast their sights on Fang Li's body.
For example, Ayakoji Kiyotaka.
For example, the beautiful girl reading a book.
There was also the lovely girl who was supporting the old woman, who was startled slightly, and then smiled towards Fangli as if she had understood something.
"thanks!"
It was a kind and cheerful smile.
At least, several high school students on the bus turned sideways and blushed as they looked at the lovely girl.
Fang Li didn't say anything, just nodded, and after giving up his seat to the old woman, he stood aside and stared at the scenery outside the window.
The bus just drove forward.
Finally, stopped in front of a school.