Rain and mist covered the blade of a knife, which was stained with blood and tears. He was crying. The drip-tick-tick-tick tick-tick tick-tick tick-tick tick-tick tick-tick tick-tick dropped from the blade like rain, spreading a biting chill. The boy held a knife stained with blood and tears of endless hatred. He walked out of the mud with a heart full of resentment. His eyes were red and veins were bulging, and the hand lying on the knife was trembling slightly. At this time, one person and an umbrella gently held the boy's hand, and everything passed. The boy smiled bitterly, yes, it was all over...
Everyone thought he was in pain, weak and could be bullied, but little did they know that this was just a shell deliberately disguised by Yu Xiaoyao. He has a deep and sinister mind, abandons the hypocritical morality of the world, and plans carefully step by step, using his strength to stir up all the forces in the world. He is decisive in killing and never tolerates his grievances blindly. He uses thunderous means to avenge the famous and upright people who massacred his own clan. Yan Nanfei was the only person who understood his true intentions in the long night. Together, the two set off a bloody storm that swept the entire world.
