Han Fei, You Are My World

In a dirty alley, more than 30 people were lying on the ground, having sex. The ground was dyed red with blood. A boy of about 18 years old stood alone with an iron crutch. From time to time, blood dripped down the iron crutch. In addition to being indifferent, there was also this bloodthirsty look on his face. In the distant Sahara Desert, a red-haired boy kept killing monsters from years ago with his fists. The red light on the gloves was particularly dazzling in the boundless desert. On the rooftop of the Ye family in the imperial capital, a man in a suit looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and suddenly said: "Let the young master transfer to Jiangzhou Baichuan. The prosperous age has begun. Let him stay there and train." The butler behind him bowed and retreated. At the bus stop, a girl in school uniform was leaning against her, her hair was blown by the breeze, her delicate face was always expressionless, she was quietly listening to her headphones, her eyes were misty, and her pure temperament carried a kind of loneliness. "Han Fei, this time, it's me who will save you, even if the world has changed... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.