The wind blew by.
A few fallen leaves were rolled up.
Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly in the direction where Dai Mubai had disappeared.
That was her future husband.
He was the comrade she originally wanted to entrust her life to and face life and death with.
But now.
That figure from behind looked so pathetic and ridiculous.
The light in her eyes dimmed little by little.
In the end, only a deathly stillness beyond one's years remained.
"turn out to be..."
In the video, young Zhu Zhuqing is murmuring to herself.
The sound was soft, yet it traveled clearly through both worlds.
"This is my fate."
She didn't cry.
He simply turned around silently and walked in the opposite direction.
His stubborn back view was heartbreaking.
...
Right now.
The dark world, reality.
That long-suppressed anger finally erupted completely.
"Grass!"
I don't know who said that first.
Immediately afterwards, a deluge of insults, like a tsunami, engulfed the entire Xingluo Square.
"Coward! Utter coward!"
"This young girl dares to face her fate head-on and wants to join forces with you to fight the enemy!"
"And you? You, a grown man, just left a little girl in the park and ran off?"
"You think he's a burden? I think you're the biggest burden!"
"This kind of trash doesn't even deserve to be called the Evil-Eyed White Tiger! It should just be called the Evil-Eyed Rat!"
Countless rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and even stones were thrown at Dai Mubai, who was standing in the center of the crowd.
Although Dai Mubai was a Soul Saint at this time.
These things can't hurt him.
But that kind of humiliation hurts more than being stabbed with a knife.
Dai Mubai stood there, his whole body stiff.
His face turned pale and then flushed.
He wanted to refute it.
I wanted to shout, "You don't understand, if I didn't run back then, I would have died."
But the words just wouldn't come out.
Because the image on the sky was so clear.
The fleeing figure looked so pathetic.
Any explanation seems pale and powerless at this moment.
Zhu Zhuqing stood not far away, watching this scene.
Her eyes were calm.
It was eerily calm.
"So, you didn't leave back then because you hated the family feuds."
Zhu Zhuqing spoke calmly.
The sound wasn't loud, but it precisely reached Dai Mubai's ears.
"You're just afraid of dying."
"You're just afraid I'll slow you down your escape."
"Dai Mubai, you disgust me."
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"Zhuqing! I was still young back then!"
"And...and didn't I wait for you at Shrek Academy later?"
"Didn't we eventually merge?"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned Shrek.
Mentioning Shrek Academy made Tang San's expression even more unpleasant.
Although Tang San is protective of his own, he is also a person who values a strong sense of responsibility.
Such an act of abandoning one's fiancée and living alone is a serious crime that, even within the Tang Sect, would result in expulsion from the sect.
"Boss Dai."
Tang San sighed and shook his head.
"This time, I can't speak up for you either."
"As a man, there are things I should do and things I shouldn't do."
"Your choice back then... was indeed flawed."
Even my closest brothers say so.
Dai Mubai completely broke down.
He felt like the whole world was against him, and everyone was laughing at him.
Above the sky, the golden ancient seal characters slowly dissipated.
The images flow.
This time, there weren't too many time jumps.
It was still that same year.
The Dark World, the Star Luo Empire, the Prince's Palace.
The light was somewhat dim.
Twelve-year-old Dai Mubai hid in the corner of the room, clutching a black jade bottle tightly in his hand.
He was breathing rapidly.
It was like a drowning person grasping at a straw.
Without the slightest hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and poured several dark red pills into his mouth.
That's a potent, dangerous medicine.
Overdrawing one's potential in exchange for a temporary surge in soul power.
As the pill entered his stomach, an unnatural flush rose to Dai Mubai's originally pale face.
He felt his soul power boiling within him.
They even had the illusion that they were invincible.
"Level 26..."
Dai Mubai clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and a somewhat manic smile spread across his lips.
"Twelve years old, level twenty-six!"
"Even Davis didn't have this kind of soul power at this age!"
"This time, I can win!"
He stood up, the fear in his eyes masked by the euphoria brought on by the drug.
Just then.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
The palace door was kicked open from the outside.
The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall, sending wood chips flying.
Davis walked in.
He was dressed in brocade robes, with a mocking expression, and was followed by several expressionless guards.
"My dear brother."
"I heard you've locked yourself in your room for days and haven't gone out. Are you practicing some kind of supernatural skill?"
Davis glanced at Dai Mubai, whose eyes were bloodshot, in the corner, his nostrils twitched, and then a mocking smile appeared on his face.
What does it taste like?
"Oh, so it's a banned drug that overdraws potential."
This sentence shattered Dai Mubai's illusions.
Dai Mubai roared.
"Davis! I'm level 26 now!"
"Don't be so arrogant!"
After roaring, he activated his martial spirit, and a white tiger phantom appeared. Although it looked fierce, its aura was extremely weak.
He lunged at it.
The movements were swift and decisive.
However.
Reality is often far more cruel than ideals.
Faced with Dai Mubai's attack, Davis didn't even activate his martial soul.
He simply lifted his leg.
Simple, direct, and ruthless.
"Bang!"
He kicked Dai Mubai squarely in the stomach.
Dai Mubai, who was just about to fight desperately, was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the wall and sliding down.
The soul power that had just gathered was instantly scattered.
Dai Mubai clutched his stomach and vomited violently.
The vomit contained not only acidic fluid but also undigested medicine residue.
"Waste is waste."
"I don't even understand how to take drugs."
Davis walked over, stepped on Dai Mubai's face, and stomped on it with the sole of his shoe.
"Level 26?"
"Even if you're level 36, if your mind is useless, you're useless too."
"My father has decreed that the royal family does not support idlers."
"Since you enjoy playing so much, why don't you join the army?"
Davis bent down and patted Dai Mubai's cheek.
"Go to the front lines and become a centurion."
"Don't say that your older brother doesn't take care of you."
...
The scene changes.
Border military camp of the Star Luo Empire.
The environment here is harsh, with sandstorms everywhere.
Dai Mubai, wearing ill-fitting armor, sat in the main seat of the tent.
Wine and meat were laid out on the table.
Although he was exiled to the army, he was still a prince, and even though he was just a centurion, no one dared to treat him like a common soldier.
At this moment, Dai Mubai's face was flushed from drinking.
Several ordinary taxi drivers were kneeling in front of him.
These soldiers were wounded and had clearly just come from the battlefield.
"Why is your hand shaking when I ask you to pour the wine?"
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