This title seems to be a little more effective than calling Muzi and Aiolos. Wang Chong's eyes lit up and he shouted two words that shocked the sky: "Cola! Ham sausage!"

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Muzi's world is black and white.

In fact, when he was just born, such a world of black and white did not belong to him.

He originally had a happy and sweet family, and his parents were both lords of a small territory in Tutankhamun. He lived in an oasis of dozens of miles in radius. The people there were very friendly, farming in the oasis and hunting in the desert. As the lord's father, he has always been known as a virtuous lord in the territory, while the kind mother was a famous beauty far and wide. In everyone's eyes, this is a family made of heaven.

It was an extremely beautiful childhood. Muzi grew up in the love and care of everyone. He was like a genius who awakened the power of the new human being early on until his third birthday.

My father went out early in the morning, and my mother said she was going to prepare the most precious gift in the world for Muzi, federal cola and ham sausage!

He had heard of those two things, and it was impossible to describe the deliciousness of those two magical foods in the most perfect words in the world. Xiao Muzi has been looking forward to it since the morning. It would have been a wonderful birthday, if he had not walked into the manor used by the priest while playing.

There is a very ordinary coffin in the manor. Last year, when his father was priesting the lord, he saw it from afar. He heard that it was a family heirloom that had been passed down from the dark ages of his family. Xiao Muzi didn't quite understand what kind of "family heirs" such a strange thing is good. Instead, he felt that this taboo that everyone was afraid of talking about was indescribable intimacy.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and then the coffin, which was said to have been passed down for more than ten generations, had no strange appearance, changed color, and a faint, blue light appeared.

The coffin was opened without warning, as if it had opened Pandora's magic box. The beautiful and colorful world disappeared from then on, and the nightmare began.

Everything around him seemed to be cursed. That night, on his way back, his father heard that he was attacked by a large-scale desert beast tide. The entire team was dead. Then his mother fell ill. Muzi stayed in front of her bed for only three days. He watched with his own eyes as his mother's hair turned into white hair in three days.

The mother seemed to know something, and looked at Xiao Muzi, who was holding her hand in front of the hospital bed, sighed softly, staring at him with that kind of pity until she finally felt silent.

The territory held a grand funeral for his parents, but on the day of the funeral, the tide of beasts that attacked his father's cargo squad attacked the territory again.

All kinds of unheard and unseen mutated creatures rage in the territory, tearing everything in the entire territory into pieces and turning it into ashes.

But as if no mutant beast could "see" him or that coffin, there were only the two of them left in the ruins everywhere.

He trembled, fearful, unwilling to let go, and regretted. If he could choose again, he would never touch the coffin. He felt that all this was brought by the ominous coffin! But every time he reached the last moment of the picture, he would carry it without hesitation. He wanted to study it and conquer it. At least, he could not let his parents die so unclearly! But this road was too long, and it has been more than ten years. He was constantly moving forward, and his strength was enough to use horror tricks. But his understanding of this coffin was still limited to simple black and white colors, simple life and death. Perhaps he had mastered some special uses of the coffin, but he could not directly point to the essence.

These pictures hidden deepest in his heart were replaying over and over again in Muzi's mind. This was a nightmare he had almost every night a few years ago. At the beginning, he struggled to wake up, but that kind of struggle was obviously useless. He fell into his dream again and felt the pain that made him the most sad. Then when he was in the most painful time, he fell asleep again and started to have the same dream, day after day, year after year...

Until he suddenly heard a very faint voice, and he didn't know where he came: "Muzi..."

The first one was his own name. There were too many people in the territory who called him this name, which made Muzi hard to care. He was still in the scene of the beasts raging. Perhaps it was a terrified acquaintance in the territory, but he was only three years old and could do nothing except fear and crying.

"Bald..."

This title made Mu Zi stunned, as if he had remembered something, and he glanced into the air suspiciously.

Until a louder sound appears: "Cola! Ham sausage!"???

If he is fragile, then Muzi is dead now, but he is not dead. He is alive and constantly strong. This is when he wants to figure out his destiny and find his destination. Whether it is life or death, he is definitely not confused!

"Is it... Wang Chong?" Muzi thought of this name, and the picture in front of him suddenly shattered like glass. He saw the dimensional ephemerals lying on his body.

Muzi's eyes showed a terrifying look. It turned out that these things dared to desecrate the most sacred part of his heart!

His world has always been simple, life and death, black and white, either friends or enemies, and there is no possibility of neutrality!

A terrifying soul power on his body immediately rippled, like a judgment of life and death! The dimensions of the lying on him didn't even have a chance to react, and it instantly dimmed, like countless dust, shaking all over the ground!

The bright passage then appeared in front of him!

And in another portal of the Fusheng Sect, Aiolos's eyes finally opened.

Just now, he was experiencing a battle that seemed to be endless forever, with countless terrifying dimensional creatures, sixth-level or even seventh-level, and even high-level eighth-level! Crazy like mountains and seas, he fought desperately, constantly injured until he died.

The master Aiolos remembered said that this is his way, the way of nature is the prey of the weak, and the fittest survives!

He likes fighting, especially this kind of passionate battle. He likes to become stronger. Only in such passionate battle can he become stronger and stronger!

Other people's battles have more purposes, and his battles are for fighting!

In fact, he knew this very well, and even understood it very clearly that it was just an illusion. He even felt that he could force himself to wake up at any time, but so what?

This bloody battle made him intoxicated. The real sense of blows made him feel the strange control of the dimensional power of the powerful dimensional creatures around him. The appearance of every new monster and every exhausted death made him unable to stop!
Chapter completed!