Devouring The Heavens

Chapter One

Volume Awake

Chapter One Rebirth

He is an orphan without a father and mother, and has no name. From the time he remembered, when he was four years old, he was already able to grab food with wild cats and wild dogs in the garbage dump. Even if he was scratched and bitten, he was still very scared. Survived strong.

He hoped that he could fly like a fairy to the sky, evade mountains, omnipotently, and change his destiny, so he named his name Xuanyuan, because at one time, when begging, he had heard an old fortune teller. Blind man, muttering to himself, Emperor Xuanyuan, overwhelming the Eight Wastelands, surrender of Siyi, emperor of a generation...

When he was five years old, an old beggar kindly took him with him as a little beggar. This old beggar really hurt him in his heart and taught him a lot about survival. When Xuanyuan was seven years old, he let He went to school, and the old beggar told Xuanyuan.

"I'm old and not far from death, but I can't let you be called Huazi in my life, which makes people look down on and hurt you all your life. Only reading is the only way out. You are a smart child. As long as you are willing to study, grow up and enter a big city in the future, Shui Lingling's girls stand in a row for you to choose. You don't have to follow the old beggar. I peeked at Widow Zhao's bath so cold..."

On the first day of school, Xuanyuan went to school while crying while walking. The child is also clever. Whether it is Chinese, mathematics, or English, it is almost a piece of cake. The grades are superior to the two-level jump, until the high school grades. They are all champions in the city, and the school knows his situation and is a very poor student, so he will waive all his tuition fees and have a lot of subsidies.

It's a pity God doesn't have long eyes. When Xuanyuan was able to earn some small money to honor old beggars who had been dependent on himself for many years by studying, the old beggar died from freezing in a particularly cold winter.

Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and withstood the severe cold, dragging the old beggar's body to an unmanned place, carrying the bitterness, tears, and with his small hands, digging the frozen hard soil, digging fresh Bloody, a man buried the old beggar with tears in his eyes, sobbing with a crying voice:

"Old beggar...beggar, if you leave alone, you must be...very lonely, you say good people... there will be good rewards! Why...you will die! It is Xuanyuan...useless, Xuanyuan...I can't let you pass Go on...good days, repay you...for the kindness of Xuanyuan, I hope you...you can have a lifetime in your next life...stable...happy, without being displaced."

Talking and talking, Xuanyuan burst into tears.

Listening to a fortune teller, give a good person who suffers a hundred heads, then the life of that person will become better, so the thin and thin figure, stubborn in the ice and snow, knocked the head, gave The old beggar knocked over a hundred heads, and only hoped that the old beggar would be able to eat, drink, and be happy and happy in the afterlife.

The snow in front of the old beggar's grave was knocked out with light red blood stains. Xuanyuan stood up with blood stains on his forehead and empty eyes, tears rolling down uncontrollably, his weak body shaking, in the snow In the ground, walking step by step, Xuanyuan grieves in his heart, he does not know what he should do next. Over the years, he lives with the old beggar, as long as he follows the old beggar, wherever he is, the old beggar is dead, Xuanyuan Feeling homeless and desperate.