Blue Prison: I walk into the world as the devil

However, at this moment, there was a dull look in Feng Le's eyes. The arrogance he had just had actually dissipated. He only felt a little stuffy in his chest. Looking at Bing Zhiyang who was praising Ye Liangqiu, and Shishi Lin who had a disdainful expression on his face... there seemed to be a voice in his heart constantly reminding himself.

"My monster...it seems like it's about to no longer belong to me."

"He's leaving..."

........

Let’s go back to more than ten years ago.

In the sunset, a group of children on the football field bullied a petite figure.

Feng Le hugged his head, trying to minimize the damage he took. His eyes were filled with confusion, "Why...does everyone think what I said is wrong?"

"If I could just become one with football... wouldn't that be enough?"

"Strange? I'm not surprised... They are the ones who are surprised."

Suddenly, he felt as if no one was beating him.

A cold voice came from my ear.

"Hey, you guys, how about I practice with you?"

Feng Le raised his little head carefully, only to see that the three people who had just beaten him were all looking in one direction.

At the edge of the football field, a boy in black clothes and black pants walked over. The scarlet color in his pupils was particularly eye-catching.

It seemed like he saw someone coming.

The three little boys snorted coldly, and then they ran away immediately.

Feng Le obviously noticed the red-eyed boy walking towards him, and a hint of disdain seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Still lying on the ground, do you like hugging the ground?"

Feng Le quickly stood up. His face was covered with marks from the debris on the ground, but he didn't care much. Instead, he said thank you, "Thank you!"

"Thank me?" The red-eyed boy was a little surprised and chuckled. "No need to thank me. I just can't bear to see this happen in front of me."

"My name is Ye Liangqiu."

Feng Le hesitated for two seconds before speaking, "I'll call Feng Le back."

Ye Liangqiu nodded and kicked the football on the ground in front of Feng Le. "Do you still have the strength?"

"I just happen to have some time, so I'll play some football with you."

There seemed to be some struggle in Feng Le's eyes as he looked at the football... Thinking of what his friends had just said about his weird face, his eyes became a little dim.

At this moment, Ye Liangqiu seemed to realize something, shook his head, and turned to leave. Before leaving, he looked back and said, "Only the weak will question the words of the strong. Just be yourself."

"Some people like football, while others don't."

“But if you like it, follow through.”

"Other people's gossip has nothing to do with you."

Feng Le suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure who had walked out of the football field. He wanted to go forward... but in the end he stopped where he was.

For the next few days, he played football alone on the field, absent-mindedly, his eyes occasionally looking in a certain direction.

Because after that incident, no one wanted to play football with such a weird guy.

Just as he was drinking water, he seemed to sense something and looked in one direction. He saw a figure standing there and looking towards him. Their eyes met.

Feng Le didn't know what was wrong with him. He subconsciously stood up and kicked the ball in front of Ye Liangqiu, "Play football with me."

Ye Liangqiu didn't refuse, but just smiled and said, "Okay, buy me a cup of milk tea, and I will play football with you."

"milk tea?"

Since that day, Feng Le felt that his life seemed to have been changed by this person. The monster's figure seemed to overlap with his body. The two gradually became familiar with each other and even often visited each other's homes. They even attended the same college for junior high and high school.

This was also the happiest time of his life.

[So this kind of thing actually exists. I thought... Qiu Bao and him had only just met for a short time. After all, during the previous game of catching people, they were both trying to eliminate each other...]

[I never thought....Fengle's past would be like this.]

[Let's not talk about the past. Aren't you curious? If Qiu Bao wins this match, will he really choose to snatch Feng Le away?]

What if there isn't one?

Time returns to the present.

The black in Feng Le's pupils seemed to grow deeper, and his smile gradually disappeared.

But now someone wants to take his monster away...

"Am I a weird person?"

"I was afraid that no one would understand me, and I was even more afraid of playing football alone. But Qiu... you pulled me out of the abyss, and now you want to send me back?"

The whistle sounded again.

Everyone returned to their positions.

Ye Liangqiu noticed at a glance that there was something wrong with Feng Le's eyes when he had the ball, or perhaps his eyes were completely different from what he usually saw. He seemed to have guessed something and sighed softly.

At this moment, the bees started to move.

This time, his expression was completely devoid of any emotion.

As Itoshi Rin ran forward, he seemed to sense an extremely strong sense of danger.

Feng Le appeared in front of him like a ghost, with no emotion on his face, and his legs were swinging quickly, more smoothly than before.

Itoshi Rin tried to predict Fengle's next move and stepped forward with her right foot to try to intercept the ball directly.

However, Feng Le's feet seemed to be stuck to the ball. He stepped on the ball with his left foot and pushed it backwards, followed by a Marseille turn, easily passing Shishi Lin.

He looked at Nagi Seishirou who was running towards him, his expression neither happy nor sad, as he continued to run forward.

Not far away, Heiming Lanshi was asking for the ball. He was in a good position and no one was defending him. Now was the best time to pass the ball.

But Feng Le ignored it, and the black in his pupils became darker and darker.

There seemed to be only one thought in his mind, to kill all those who stole his monster in this game.

Nagi Seishiro put his hand on Fengle's left shoulder, trying to control the distance, and then stretched out his right foot directly, trying to intercept the ball.

But Feng Le seemed to have predicted it. He took a step back with the ball, kicked the ball high into the air with the instep, and it just flew in an arc over Nagi Seishiro who was trying to grab the ball.

And Feng Le continued to move towards the goal.

Seeing this scene, even Kuroname Ranshi sighed, "Wonderful... No wonder Shidao Longsheng snatched this guy away."

"But, isn't it time to pass the ball now?"

Feng Le passed two people in a row and directly dispersed Ye Liangqiu's team. Now as long as he passed the ball, the opponent's formation could hardly stop the goal.

After all, there are only eight people on the field.

With four people as the core of the team, there is actually only one goal: "scoring goals".

Shidao Ryusei has arrived at the restricted area with an exaggerated expression on his face. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear.

Little monster, why don’t you pass the ball to me?