"Wow~" Luo Yi heard the sound of blood flowing, and he smelled the smell of blood. Moisture was the only feeling he felt, as if he was stuck in a mire. Then came the sinking, sinking continuously, followed closely by the feeling of suffocation, cutting off the breath. His eyes were closed tightly, unable to open in the mire. Darkness, dampness, depression, fear... All kinds of negative influences came like a flood.
Who I am? Where do I come from? Where are you going? Eyelids as heavy as lead, I tried to open them, chasing that glimmer of light. Eyelashes fluttered and tears fell. The pupils slowly focused, the light became brighter and brighter, and the stabbing pupils shrank. After a long time, the heavy eyelids finally opened slowly. He saw the figure who was fighting in blood, and protected him behind him. The light of the sword in his hand was flying in the sky, falling like a violent wind and rain.
Flowers more colorful than hell slowly bloomed in the air. The dazzling sword light lit up, and sonic booms approached step by step. Broken limbs and broken arms flew like rain, and screams came one after another.
In an instant, the sword was bright, the stump of the limb rose, and the broken bones filled the sky for a long time.
Concept: Luo Yi, a person whose childhood was cut off. When he was a child, he was no different from other children. He went to school, played, did homework, occasionally went to Internet cafes, and had that unattainable dream. But everything changed after my sister was sent to the laboratory. He no longer fantasized about the unattainable dream, and the cold and biting breath overwhelmed him. For the first time, he was filled with hatred for the world, and he hid his inner anger and helplessness deeply. Ten years later, when he accidentally entered the family secret room and discovered the reason why his sister left him, he smiled. He didn't question his parents. There was nothing unusual about him, only the growing hatred gathering in his heart. When he was 22 years old, he discovered the Star Clan and the third drift bottle. He understood that it was finally time to carry out his crazy revenge. For the next ten years, the world was completely turned upside down by him. The existence of the Star Clan broke through the blockade of the top management of the United Nations overnight and was declared to the world by him; Atlantis also surfaced; he successfully provoked the Third World War... He took revenge and succeeded, but it led to a fate that he could not resist. He is not a bad boy, nor is he a prince charming, he is just a demon who has lost his childhood and is driven by hatred. At the end, he encountered the sea of divine burial flowers. That girl changed his life, but tragedy still happened. He is crazy. He has long forgotten his original small and ridiculous dream. He was relieved and went with the flow. Thinking about his original dream, he felt that he could reach out and touch it. "May there be no more injustice in the world!" This is his dream. What was out of reach when I was a kid, was within reach not long ago, and now is a luxury. The dream came true, but it left him again, leaving him with only an illusory figure. Ridiculous? Or pitiful? Or is it sad?