Divine Flame Crystal

Thousands of people come to Luoshen Academy every year, but only a few stay.

This time, Luoshen Village had already decided to recommend Xiao Xingluo to study. Perhaps the villagers all liked this kind-hearted little fat boy.

Today, as soon as Xiao Xingluo got up, he was called to the village director. Looking at the amiable village chief, he had already regarded him as his own grandfather.

Xingluo is 14 years old this year. His pair of shiny black eyes are always looking around. His chubby little hands pull the beard of the village director from time to time. The village director's hard-earned dignity collapsed in an instant, and he announced helplessly that Xingluo would go to Luo Theological Seminary.

No one noticed that the little fat man's hand froze for a moment, because the village director's beard was pulled by Xiao Xingluo again.

The next morning, Xiao Xingluo embarked on a journey to Luoshen Town. Although there were still three months before the enrollment of Luoshen Academy, Luoshen Village was located in a remote area.

Most people go to Luoshen Academy by taking a carriage from Luoshen Village to Luoshen Town, and then through the portal in Luoshen Town to reach Luoshen City.

I saw the cute little Xingluo carrying a small round cloth bag, which was as round as his belly.

When they left, Xiao Xingluo's face was full of excitement, and his chubby pink face was full of smiles. Looking at the little chubby hand waving goodbye, Aunt Zhang's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Looking at Xiao Xingluo who was smiling so happily, the village director couldn't help but curse him for being heartless. He turned around and left quickly, as if he was eager to get rid of this naughty little fat boy. However, his trembling hands revealed that his mood was not as calm as he appeared.

The moment the village director turned around, Xiao Xingluo's heart ached and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of sadness. The village director was the best person to him besides Aunt Zhang and Uncle Li, but his waving fat hands and smiling face didn't change at all.

The sadness of parting seemed to have left no trace on Xiao Xingluo. She sat in the carriage and chatted with Uncle Li.

Xiao Xingluo was holding a loaf of bread that was bigger than his face and was stuffing it into his mouth desperately, as if he was afraid that Uncle Li would snatch it from him.

Seeing Xiao Xingluo like this, even the usually serious Uncle Li smiled a little.

At this moment, a shrill horse neigh was heard, and the carriage began to shake violently. The little fat boy who was eating rolled directly to the ground.

Uncle Li picked up the blacksmith's hammer and rushed out without hesitation. As soon as he got off the car, the pungent smell of blood hit him in the face. Looking at the groom lying in a pool of blood, Uncle Li realized that this time he might be in great danger.

The people of Luoshen Village are all strong and brave, and even a groom has the level of an apprentice knight. However, the groom died quietly without even giving any warning.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Uncle Li's cheek. Without time to think, he immediately picked up the little fat boy and tied him to the horse's back. He drew out a dagger to cut the reins, and then poked the horse's butt hard. The black horse roared and galloped away.

Apparently the man in black did not realize that the people from this small village would react so quickly, and the black horse sped away without anyone being able to stop it.

Looking at the black horse speeding away, the leader of the men in black had a gloomy expression on his face, and said something to his men in a voice that sounded like the nine netherworlds of hell. Two men in black immediately mounted their horses to chase after Xiaoxing, who was riding far away, and fell down.

The leader in black raised his right hand and gestured to Uncle Li. Instantly, five people jumped down from the tree and surrounded Uncle Li. They drew out their black daggers and the two sides started fighting.

The fat boy who was bumping on the horse's back knew that Uncle Li might have died, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist. In fact, Xingluo was not as strong as everyone saw. He was just used to pretending when there were people around, and used to keeping the sadness to himself, so this time, the torn heartache cruelly tore off all his disguises.

Because this dark horse with the strength of a Warcraft was too fast, tears were scattered behind it with the wind. All the things in the past kept flashing in Xiao Xingluo's mind. Since she could remember, Xiao Xingluo has lived in Aunt Zhang's house.

He treated Uncle Li from next door, who often sent him various kinds of animal meat, as his own relative. Although Uncle Li was extremely strict during training, Xiao Xingluo once secretly put chili peppers in Uncle Li's bowl of food.

But every time the little fat boy fell and bled because of playing, Uncle Li would be the first to pick up the little fat boy and run home anxiously. In Uncle Li's arms, he felt unprecedented warmth and deep love. He knew that Uncle Li loved him, even a little too much.

Over the past ten years, Uncle Li has always treated Xiao Xingluo as his own son. He would think of him first when there was anything good. He just kept silent, guarding Xiao Xingluo like a mountain.

Uncle Li's love is deep and unrequited. Xingluo may seem cheerful on the surface, but he has great respect for Uncle Li in his heart.

Previously, Xingluo went out hunting with Uncle Li. A leopard that was about to evolve into a monster forced them into a desperate situation. It was Uncle Li who used his body to block the leopard's attacks for him.

After holding on for two full days, he finally received help from the village. When Uncle Li saw the hunters coming, he knelt down under the heavy burden and took more than a month to recover. This was because Uncle Li's actual combat power had reached the level of a Level 2 apprentice knight.

It was also at that time that Xingluo truly regarded him as his own father.

The love of Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang and the village director grandfather fulfilled his childhood and made him even happier than some other children in the village.

As the horse was shaking, little Xingluo was hit by waves of dizziness and vomited all the bread he had just eaten. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he was still a teenager after all. He was so tired and dizzy that he passed out without realizing it.

......

"Did you succeed?" The cold words drained away the last bit of warmth in the room and sounded faintly from the depths of darkness.

"He escaped." The person who answered this question was cold and had an undisguised fear in his expression.

"You jerk! You can't even kill a kid, and you still have the nerve to come back? Don't let me see him in Luoshen City, get out!"

As if the voice from the Netherworld sounded again, the hidden anger was revealed. A gust of cold wind blew, and the room became quiet again, as if the previous voice was just a ghost whispering.

After an unknown amount of time, the horse, probably tired from running, stopped by the river to rest. The rope that tied the fat boy loosened due to the shock, and Xingluo fell off the horse's back.

Although Xingluo had a lot of flesh, it was still very painful. He woke up from his dream shouting "Uncle Li" in pain. Xingluo turned over with great effort and climbed up.

He pulled out the dagger hanging at his waist, and the cold touch from the handle stimulated Xingluo's nerves. This was the dagger that Uncle Li made for him personally.

I remember when Uncle Li gave it to him, he said, “Protect yourself.”

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He looked towards the setting sun and heard the childish but firm words from Xiao Xingluo's mouth: "Uncle Li, I will avenge you, even if I die in pieces."

He took off his shirt which was stained by vomiting on the horse, and rubbed it vigorously over and over again by the river, as if he wanted to wash away the memory of what had just happened.

The figure of the man in black burned Xingluo's nerves again and again, and he recalled over and over again the determination in Uncle Li's eyes to face death.

This picture seemed to be frozen, and was deeply imprinted in Xiao Xingluo's heart. It was the first time that Xiao Xingluo was so eager to become stronger, and at the same time, he was angry at his own weakness.

Over the past decade or so, Uncle Li has taught him how to survive in the wild, unlike the kids in the city who live a privileged life.

He started going hunting with Uncle Li when he was 12 years old. Although his obese body since childhood did cause him no small burden, Xiao Xingluo was very serious about learning basic survival skills.

Only Xiao Xingluo knew that the reason why he worked so hard at that time was because Aunt Zhang scared him with a joke: "Eat as much food as you bring back. If you don't bring anything back, you won't have anything to eat at night."

This sentence almost killed Xiao Xingluo. No food to eat? It would be better to kill him. Xingluo, who loves food, seems to understand that he is so fat.

Generally speaking, the age for magic and fighting spirit talent appraisal in the mainland is 14 years old, and Xiao Xingluo rushed to Luoshen Academy to participate in this appraisal.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xingluo fell into deep sadness again, longing to become stronger and break through the feeling of powerlessness as if he was stuck in a spider web.

Xiao Xingluo was going to spend the night in the forest. Looking at the light that was dimming quickly, he hurriedly found a stick and sharpened one end with a knife. Then he ran to the stream and looked at the fish. Xiao Xingluo had already secured his dinner for the night.

Although Xiao Xingluo looks clumsy, his speed is not slow at all. After a while, he pierced all the fat little fishes and simply dealt with them with a dagger.

I randomly found some wood nearby and started a fire. The blazing flames quickly spread in the prepared pile of wood. I saw a small pit dug under the firewood, with an air duct next to it to help combustion.

Xiao Xingluo fell into memories again. "The burning of the fire causes the hot air to rise, forming airflow through the airway, and fresh air will flow in quickly, thus forming a virtuous cycle." Uncle Li's words seemed to ring faintly in his ears...

The greedy Xingluo's hands were not idle while he was reminiscing. He grilled the fish skillfully. A burst of aroma wafted from the grilled fish. He did not care about the heat and in the blink of an eye, several fish entered his fat stomach. His astonishing eating speed really scared a little squirrel standing on the tree and looking around curiously.

Maybe he was too tired today. The mental and physical fatigue made the little fat boy fall into a deep sleep after climbing up a big tree.

A few wolves howled in the distance, and an owl on the tree tilted its head. It seemed that it was lucky that night and no wild animals came to trouble it.

But it seemed too quiet tonight; even Black Horse's snoring had disappeared.