Si Lin was originally the most favored little prince in the Ninth Domain of Al. His entire human race fled, and the furious Ninth King relegated him to the lowest status of a slave.
In the slave farm, the human race he tried his best to protect thrust the tip of a knife into his heart, and the man's horrified cry came to his ears:
"Monster! He is not a human, he is an unkillable monster!"
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"Did you buy it?"
Si Lin, covered in wounds, was held in front of his childhood enemy, who had a deep grudge against him. The cold whip handle lifted his chin, his eyes drooped and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
However, what I heard were colder words: "Butler, find someone to teach you."
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Si Lin gathered together the broken moral education of etiquette, benevolence, justice, and hid it in the dark abyss of his heart. He raised the tip of his sword and became the new leader of the human race with blood and fire.
N years later, the indifferent Marquis, who had shed countless blood on the battlefield, met his old enemy. Facing the timid enemy, he could only feel the biting coldness:
"Throw it to a slave farm and find someone to teach you."
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Si Lin's blade was pointed directly at the Supreme Throne. Opposite of it was an increasingly faint human touch. Si Lin sneered at this, after all, he was no longer a human being.
Facing the worried eyes of his brother who was supporting and watching him before his death, Si Lin's tone remained very calm:
"Brother, as human beings, we can't survive now."
"That's it. Then I hope this silver moon can guide you on the way home when Alin needs it."
That silver moon finally hung on Si Lin's last trace of humanity.
Purpose: The survival of ethnic groups lies in the inheritance of civilization
