Demon Lord 3

So how would this child have lived if I wasn't around? Or would this child have been begging all the time, calling everyone "Auntie"? Such a child would definitely not be able to get food, but what could be done? His parents hadn't taught him anything. He looked young, but in fact, he was already very mature. After following me, I asked him a few questions. He said that he usually went begging, and when he couldn't get food, he would sleep in the cave. Sometimes there was some food in the cave, so he would usually go back and store it. But sometimes the food was spoiled and he couldn't eat it, so he could only throw it away, then go back hungry and think about begging for food the next day. I asked him if there was any other way, and he shook his head and said there was no other way for the time being. By comparison, it was still quite tall, and I was thinking, if it was malnourished, how could it be so tall? Later I changed my mind and thought that maybe someone gave him alms, so I took him back to a place to live. After all, this was in my dream. In fact, I could make up any dream I wanted. I wanted to have a castle and a palace here, so I could come out directly and I wouldn’t have to worry so much. Thinking of this, I prepared a lot of sumptuous food for him. Although I didn’t know whether he liked it or not, from his expression, he ate it voraciously. After eating, he also expressed his gratitude and asked me curiously if I needed helpers. I looked like I should be quite rich. If I could keep him by my side as a servant, He didn't want money, he just wanted food. I nodded and said he could stay, but he still wanted to tell me about his past and what his childhood was like. Thinking of this, he lowered his head slightly and said, "My childhood life was not very good. My parents passed away when I was young, and I was later adopted by a family, but in the end I was abandoned, and the only person I trusted also left me." When I mentioned this, I looked at him and said, "Who is the person you trust the most, the only person you trust? Your parents or the person who adopted you?" Zhou Chen shook his head and said, "It's not that person. He was a person I knew before. He didn’t have a good childhood. He didn’t say he would adopt me, but he asked me to follow him all the time. But he was killed. He was killed because he offended someone. He died miserably. That person wanted to kill him, so the killer killed him. I thought about it for a long time and didn’t understand. I wanted to beg for mercy, but no one would listen to me, and no one would believe me. I knew that the fate of everyone’s life and death was not in my hands. I hated those people. I wanted to kill them. I wanted to replace them and stand above them. "Hearing this, I was actually very upset. I had a vague idea of ​​what his childhood was like. The person I trusted most, the one I could trust most, had left him in this state, leaving him in that state. He hadn't figured out what his life would be like since then. I didn't know if he was feeling pity or something, so I went over to comfort him and asked if he wanted a chance for revenge. He nodded and said he hoped. I asked what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to be a killer. He said he wanted to be a very powerful killer. Later, he'd start a company, hire assassins to kill for him, make a lot of money, and get all the valuable people under his control. I asked him if he hated those people. He shook his head and said he didn't hate them anymore. After all, they were paid to kill, so he should blame the people who paid him, not them. Curious, he asked, wouldn't he then become a middleman? Wouldn't he be hated? He nodded and said, "Perhaps," but he still had to go down this path. At least he had to find those people. If he didn't, he didn't know what he could do in the future. I asked him again, "Are you afraid that someone like him will hate you in the future?" When this point was mentioned, especially when the sensitive word about the child appeared, everything changed. There were earth-shaking changes around me. The child in front of me suddenly turned into an adult. To be precise, it was the him I knew later. From then on, I could tell that he had a burly figure, not like when he was a child. When he was young, he was very thin, with only a pile of bones left, and he looked malnourished. Later, perhaps based on his existence in the dream and the close-up of reality, his figure was exactly the same as I knew him.