Demon King Dad

Grow in the abyss of death

"I'm sorry...I...I dare not...but...I'm really hungry...No...No more..."

Jin's arms are already purple, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up now, let alone get a sword. The child now has no arrogance as a prince. He looked at the man in the cloak, and there was only prayer and expectation on his face.

"I really... can't do it... you want to fight... just... fight..."

This is not hypocritical, nor is it lazy. It really doesn't work. The man in the cloak looked at this inhuman child who was about to be tortured. After thinking for a long time, he finally put down the stones in his hands.

"This week is your trial period. Every week after that, it's the same."

The man in the cloak took out a water bag from his arms and handed it to Jin's mouth. After seeing that the child didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, he unscrewed the water bag and pointed the mouth at his already thirsty cracked mouth.

Gurgling-gurgling-gurgling-

Cool water represents the water of life...

These fluids entered the child's body, and finally, once again saved his exhausted internal organs, allowing his blood to flow again.

"This is my last gift to you. Now, you already know the rules I set. After this, you will no longer receive any charity from others. If you want to survive, you can only rely on you. By myself."

The voice is cold and without emotion.

Drinking water, Jin watched the man in the cloak stand up, put down the kettle and a piece of dry cow, and turned to leave. While listening to these words, Jin nodded with difficulty and drank water again.

This is a rule and a cycle.

First of all, the man in the cloak will conduct basic arm strength training for iǎjin for three days, so that his hands can hold the sword.

After that, the sickle-cloak man will spend one night in a simulated battle with iǎ Jin, instruct him on his fighting style, and tell him what to pay attention to, and those areas that need to be converged.

The following day, the black dragon will come and will deter the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the desert and catch them up. iǎ Jin will use this night to prepare a week's food reserve. Because for the next six days, he doesn't need to think about any chance to catch food. So although this evening is the most free for him, it is also the most urgent. If you cannot catch enough food before the sun appears during the day, it means you will be hungry.

The day after that was the scariest day for iǎ Jin. The short cloaked man with the sword will appear, and he will start a fight that is absolutely different from the sickle cloaked man. It was a thorough combat, every sword can bring pain, every stab will pierce one's skin and muscles through the bones, and finally, kill oneself to the point of dying and pass out.

On the last day that followed, the man in the cloak who was also short appeared. She would eat that yellow flower for herself every time. The strange thing was that after eating this iǎuā, her body would heal quickly. Coupled with her strong vertical stone power, she would usually be able to recover in one night. However, in fact, Jin prefers to be able to lie down for a while, hoping that his injury will not recover so quickly. For three months like this, he hoped that he would not fight the cloaked man, but lie down quickly.

However, such days still continue. Soon, two and a half months passed like this.

What is going on with Fengchusha now? do not know. Maybe in the two and a half months of losing the prince, the stags have become a ball?

However, this is no longer something that the current iǎ Jin can think about. Compared to his own prince, he obviously has more important things to do now.

On the dunes of the night, a "person" was lying there.

It was a ten-year-old child, but he was a little bit less like a ten-year-old child.

His hair looked dirty because it hadn't been taken care of for too long, and it was so long that it was almost covering his shoulders. The originally gorgeous costume on his body is now tattered, but under the cuffs, two arms full of muscle appeared.

He, lying there.

Holding your breath, it's like being completely integrated with this desert. iǎ Li's eyes are now not as naive as they were more than two months ago. On the contrary, they are full of sharpness and precision, and they have become hunter's eyes.

What is this kid looking at?

Xi Xi Suo Suo...

A second-level monster, sand python, slowly crawled out of the sand in front. The monster was spitting out, his eyes looked around. For the human boy lying on the surface of the sand, it seemed to have not seen it at all...

The sand python thought it was safe and began to wriggle forward...

But at this moment, the child suddenly rushed up like a ghost! Without saying anything, he directly drew the sharp sword on his waist and pointed it accurately towards the body of this giant python!

With a flutter, blood splashed, and the python made a faint sound. After that, the python raised his head furiously, turned to look at the child, and opened his mouth to bite, but the child raised his left hand in time, made a fist, and hit the python's jaw heavily. Taking advantage of the moment its neck leaned back, the child's right hand even clenched the hilt of the sword, and pulled it back, breaking his stomach. But this was not over yet, the sword in mid-air didn't wait for the blood to leave the blade, and immediately swept away, neatly and cleanly, cutting off the head of the giant python.

After the python's body moved a bit, it finally fell into a pool of blood.

The child finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, retracted the sword to his waist, and then carried the python which looked a little bigger than him, and walked back. He walked back to a camp with a burning campfire, and began to cut the python block with a knife made from other animal bones.

"It seems that you hurry up."

At some point, the man in the cloak appeared in front of the boy again. Looking at his trophy, he said slowly.

The boy smiled his nose and said, "Well, your training is too hard. If you can prepare more, you can prepare more. Hey, kidnapper, can you eat?"

The boy cut off a snake and handed it to the man in the cloak. The man in the cloak was also welcome, borrowed it directly, strung it with an iron sword, and roasted it on the campfire.

"There is only half a month left before the final time. When are you going to challenge me. If you win, you will be free."

The man in the cloak said while roasting.

Jin Ze mō mō his own nose, cut off a piece of snake and roasted it. After thinking about it, he raised his head, looked at the man in the cloak, and said, "To tell the truth the kidnapper, I'm starting to be more and more unable to understand your purpose. Now. If it’s to play with me, you don’t have to turn to me like this one week after another, right?"

The man in the cloak watched the squeaky python retract, tried to take a bite, but did not answer.

"I have been thinking a lot since this time. I think of my father and king, and of my previous life. Originally, I thought that if there were no opera houses in life, no afternoon tea and nv servants, this day It's impossible to live. But I still live it now, and live to the present."

Jin took the python back, opened his mouth, and took a bite. Because it was too hot, he hehe a few mouthfuls, waited until he swallowed, and then said again: "In the beginning, I really hated you. But these days, I have found that you seem to be somewhat a little bit about everything you do to me. Different intentions. At least, you taught me to think. It's no longer a rush."

"I'm not a fool, I'm ten years old. I can see the changes in my own body over the past two months. I know that I have gradually become stronger. Maybe it's not as good as kidnapping you, but I am Become stronger."

Jin Tun wiped his mouth with the python in his hand, and said, "Uncle the kidnapper, the Bucks Empire has had several crises. Among them, several crises were resolved in a strange way. The most famous is the Bucks encounter. The Three Kingdoms Allied Forces attacked, but in the end the 100,000 army was defeated under the attack of a group of undead soldiers, right? At that time, I was still alive, but now there are many dramas of that battle in musicals. The musicals describe us. The stag is blessed by the heavens. But I can be sure that the reason why our stags still exist to this day is not because of the blessing of heaven, but the kidnapper uncle, your blessing?

The man in the cloak turned his head and looked at the child. And the boy was smiling now, with a little smug color on his face.

"After thinking about this, I suddenly felt that I suddenly became so bad. It turns out that I have always been training under such a person? Uncle kidnapper, you are really strong. Even the former Dylau Goodsay Duke, it's impossible for you to be stronger? At least, he can't command the dead soldiers."

The man in the cloak ate the python in his hand and stood up. He lowered his head and stared at the child whose face was full of longing with cold eyes.

"It's just a means to make you stronger."

Hearing the man in the cloak, Jin claps his hands quickly, no longer sitting, but standing up respectfully.

"What really needs exercise is your heart."

"A strong mind can produce strong power. And a power that is not well maintained will never be strong in the end."

The cloak man slowly said--

"No matter what you say, you will start a fight with me after three months. If you still can't leave a wound on my body, then I will keep you and it will be useless."

"At that time, I will kill you. If you think of me as a messenger of justice, and understand my present words as words that scare you, then there is only a dead end waiting for you. If you understand it , Then our class tonight, begin."

Jin knew that the man in the cloak was definitely not a lie. He is serious.

For a person who can summon an army of death, his father's army is simply not enough. In other words, the value of oneself to this person is indeed only "for him to have fun" at best.

If you don't want to die, then live.

This is a very simple requirement, but at the same time, it is also one of the most complex requirements.

Jin raised the sword, and now, the sword in his hand no longer wobbled as it did two and a half months ago. The sword body is horizontal in the air like cast iron, standing still. Both his hands raised two swords, and the cloak man now also placed two huge iron blocks on the tip of his sword. iǎ Jin snorted, his hands still clenched, without any trembling.

But at this moment...

"Ok?"

There was a strange smell in the air. The man in the cloak turned his head and saw that on the other side of the sky, a piece of dust was now being rolled up.

"It's a sandstorm."

Jin turned his head and saw the sandstorm. In more than two months in the desert, he has not seen a sandstorm, but he has never seen such a violent and terrifying sandstorm. The billowing sand dust is like crushing everything passing by, and it rushes here quickly!

"Uncle kidnapper?"

"Tonight's lesson is very simple, survive this sandstorm."

"what?"

"If you can survive, it proves that you are stronger than me when you were ten. As long as you can survive, I will always find you before the deadline. And if you can't survive, all that, That's the end."

After all, the man in the cloak looked up to the sky and whistled. With this whistle, the black dragon immediately descended from the sky. Before I Jin could speak, the man in the cloak jumped on the dragon's back and walked away.

Live...this sandstorm?

Jin held the sword in both hands, turned around, and looked at the natural disaster that overwhelmed the sky.

He is no longer the boy he used to be. The multiple near-death and nearly ducking combat experience not only gave him a strong body, but also gave him courage.

The kidnapper's uncle is right, the physical strength can be exchanged for mental calm at the same time.

And the calmness of the soul can also be exchanged for more powerful strength.

Facing the rolling sandstorm, the child took a deep breath, closed his eyes...open!

Hulong

A relentless gust of wind swept across this desert of death, covering everything here with destructive power. Those sands covered the child's body, and it seemed that it was not too difficult to crush this ten-year-old child.

Maybe, it is.

Maybe not.

Destruction and rebirth have always existed in the same way. Since these sandstorms have swept across the place, it can be described as the destruction of disasters...

Then who can guarantee that after this sandstorm, there will not be a small but strong seedling, the moment of rebirth? A