Chapter 161 A sad life!

"You're back." In the center of the spiral top hall, there are rows of bookshelves, which are filled with countless books, each of which is extremely heavy. In the middle is a simple wooden table, a simple chair, an old man with a bloated face, leaning on the chair, holding a heavy book in his hand, and tasting it carefully Pasilatu walked lightly to the old man, but halfway there, he turned into one of the bookshelves, took out a heavy book, held it in his hand, and walked to the old man. He calmly said, "Teacher, he has come up, it is estimated that it will take some time." The old man didn't respond, just nodded slightly, which was a response. Bersilatu was normal. There was a clean floor next to a simple table and chair. He walked to the clean floor, sat down, opened the books in his hand, and looked intently In this way, the old man and Bersilatu were immersed in the books in their hands, but somehow the old man made a noise: "Xiaotu, this child's life is a bit bitter." Persilatu was dazed, Turning to look at the old man, the old man said faintly: "The tributaries in the direction of fate are all concentrated on him. Many things that are difficult for people to encounter in their whole lives will happen to him. The family is ruined, the friendship is rebellious, and love has become a luxury. There is no support point in his fate, and the mainstream fate has completely abandoned him." Percilatu's face was moved, for the first time so far, and he had not frowned even before the head of the five departments or the dean of the department, but now he was surprisingly surprised. It is reasonable for him to argue that the child's fate, even if it is ill-fated, would not be as serious as his teacher said. "You should be able to feel the breath in him. Is it different?" Bersilatu nodded and said: "Assassins are divided into two directions: killing and killing. The killing direction majors in killing, and killing majors in assassination and intelligence. Although this child is a killing major, his breath is not the usual killing assassin breath. Although it is mixed with murderous look, it is essentially a decadent breath in the dark." "So, this child's life is very bitter, but a twelve-year-old boy has to go through so many things." Pasilatu smiled and said, "The teacher is really kind. Xiaotu guessed correctly. The teacher wants to help him." "You are wrong. I can't help him." "What! Teacher, you said you couldn't help him? Then why did you let him come here?" I can't tolerate Pasilatu's surprise. This one can't help the ill-fated teenager. Who else in the world can help him? He couldn't figure it out, so he had to question and ask someone to understand "I asked him to come here to solve some of my doubts." Persilatu was surprised again "There are still things that the teacher doesn't understand?" But when he said this, Percilatu knew that he was wrong. The knowledge in this world is so profound that even the one in front of him can't explore it to the end "Learning is endless. Don't hold this idea in the future, small picture." Pasilatu immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and cried like a wrong child: "Teacher, I was wrong." "I can change my mistakes. I want to see this child just because of this book." The book in the old man's hand fluttered in vain and floated to Persilatu. Looking at the words on the book, Persilatu took a deep breath of cold air "Does the teacher think that this child has something to do with the devil Allah?" "Yes." "Why can the teacher see it? I think he is just better than the average child." "Percilatu, do you know why your argument can only reach the level of speculation, but not the level of real facts?" Percilatu shook his head "Because you can't see through people's hearts yet." Pasilatu nodded his head "The students are taught." "Because of his appearance, we checked his identity and understood his life experience, including why he came to our Xuanzhong Empire. Doesn't all this seem to be forced by demons?" "Rumor has it that there are seven devil's real devices in the world, which are left behind in the six races, the jealousy of elves, the anger of demons, the arrogance of angels, the gluttony of orcs and the color of dragons. . Desire, as well as the laziness of the sea people, we can all find this kind of thing from the history books. Even Lucifer, who belonged to the freshmen's admission task before, is the holder of the arrogant sword in charge this time. " "Greed." Bosilatu dignified road "Yes, greed, We know very little about the devil's real device. Even I sometimes suspect that someone deliberately silenced these materials from being discovered. But this fellow, who wants to be silenced, forgets one thing. The crime of greed, the crime of greed left behind in my human race among the seven true evil instruments, is not like other spokespersons. This book in our hands is written by the spokespersons of one generation of greedy crimes, which cost their lives. "In the Datura period, in 731 AD, I accidentally got a necklace. A voice told me that this necklace could bring me everything. At the beginning, I was very happy and excited, but the fact was not as I thought. On the seventh night after I got this necklace, I was suddenly empire. . . When the army took it away, they said that I was related to a murder case and killed a senior official in the territory. I was as timid as a mouse at that time. I didn't even know what was going on. I didn't even know why I was suddenly involved in this kind of thing. I was only born in a civilian family. Where can I get in touch with officials and nobles? So I was carried away in the blood-red eyes and sobs of my parents, and that night I lived in a cell full of rancid cold, and I was severely whipped and tortured in all kinds, but I really didn't kill anyone! I hate it! I'm in pain! I don't know what to do! They can't torture me. . . Human At the moment when I was on the verge of despair and wanted to end myself, a voice suddenly appeared in my mind. It tempted me and asked me if I wanted to find the person who framed me. Although I was confused at that time, I couldn't forget the person who framed me! So I told it, I want to find this guy who framed me! I want to ask him why he wants to hurt me! Why would he do this to me! Don't you have the qualification to survive as a civilian! Then I fell asleep in a coma, and the next day, I heard the cell open, and I was carried out by them and thrown into the street The voice vaguely heard is this: the real murderer has been found and killed. This poor civilian is just a cheap species originally meant to be used as a scapegoat. Now let him go if his life is good. " "Although... although I was seriously injured, I felt relieved at last. I could go home. With my seriously injured body, I walked home with heavy steps." "Is it just this home or home?" A raging fire broke out in the dilapidated brick house, which was terrible. I could hear the shouts from the dilapidated brick house, how sad and harsh it was. At that moment, I was going to rush in, but the fire was too big. I only ran to the door, and I was hit in the head by the collapsed bricks and passed out. " "When I woke up the next day, the world in front of me changed. The familiar brick house was gone, and there were ashes after the flame burned everywhere. I shed tears. Even if my body was seriously injured, I would save those two relatives regardless of the injury. Those two most important people in their lives!" "But... but is it still useful?" "Does it work?...