He recalled his previous dream.
It seems to be a thousand years ago.
It was when he was rescued by that man.
The visitor's hair was lightly lifted, and the waist-length silver hair was flowing freely. It was so bright and eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes away.
About half an inch away from the end of the hair, there is a hair tie hanging diagonally. It's also silver, mixed in with the silver hair, almost losing its charm.
The clothes were blown by the wind, and the silk was fluttering, adding a bit of splendor and freedom.
"Do you have a name?" The man in the elegant robe squatted down. The corners of his clothes were stained with blood, but he didn't feel ferocious. On the contrary, he was spotless, half demon and half immortal.
The only strange thing is that the man in the dream has no face.
The child who emerged from the sea of blood looked around in confusion. There was a river of blood flowing under his body, but his eyes were clear and clear.
He struggled to stand up, and the man took his hand and helped him up.
The man asked again: "Do you have a name?"
He didn't know, so he shook his head.
The man caught a glimpse of the wooden sign in his hand, which he had held in his hand before he knew it. He couldn't remember clearly, but he still didn't lose it.
The man smiled and said, "Since I already have Luo as my surname, do you want a name?"
He didn't answer, and the man wasn't annoyed either. On the contrary, knowing that the young man was listening, he thought to himself: "Does it sound good to call him Yuzhi?"
He looked over with doubts. The man seemed to be aware of his inner thoughts, so he waited for him to explain, "Yuluo and Fengjuan rhyme."
Be particular about it.
But he accepted it, and from then on, he had a name.
Called Yuzhi.
"What about you? What's your name?" The half-year-old child understood and asked.
"Chen Xing."
He seemed to believe it and didn't ask any more questions.
But he didn't know it until later.
The person who raised him by his own hands had lied to him. He had lied to him from the very beginning.
He is not Chen Xing, and he is not doing it for rhyme.
The first lesson Chen Xing taught him was trust.
But the last lesson Chen Xing taught him was deception.
But Luo Yuzhi still remembers what happened that day————
He woke up from the darkness and despair, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the light.
Yu, clan, so it's just right. As a matter of fact, thinking is bound to the world.
Intention: Yu, clan, so it is correct. As a matter of fact, thinking is bound to the world.