That year, she was only two years old, with long silver hair, almost covering her ankles, and she was slender and lonely. She lived alone in the huge attic. She only took care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation. She only saw her mother for a few times.

She would also open her hands and want her to hug her, and she would kiss her, even if she looked at her, but later she was confused and could detect it in the responses she had not received after repeated expectations...

My mother may not like her.

The wind blows the flowers, and the falling flowers blow again.

Later, Ranbai grew up slowly, no one taught him, and he was naughty and looked like a wild child.

Coincidentally, Ranbai and Lenia were two years apart, but they were on the same birthday, so they were alone on their birthday.

She has no cake.

But she is a sister, so you can't care about these things.

Besides, Lenia is generous and willing to share the cake with her.

In fact, Little Lenia doesn’t understand. Neither her father nor her mother, she doesn’t let Lenia get too close to Ranbai. Abai is her sister and her best friend, so why can’t she get close to her?

My father and mother didn't let him go, so Little Lenya secretly found Ranbai to play with.

They were all young at that time. Four or five friends sneaked out to play on the Xi'an Mountains, sitting on the top of the mountain, climbing trees, picking fruits and pulling weeds, happy and comfortable. At that time, they really didn't know anything. They sat in a row and watched the sun set, and somehow they talked about their wishes.

Huaiyan held a dog-tail grass in his mouth and hit the white shoulder: "Hey, what is your wish?"

"Protect the peace of the prosperous times." Xiao Ranbai was wearing a red dress, with silver hair reaching her ankles. When she smiled, she still had dimples on her face. She looked at the sun in the sky and said with a smile.

"Ah!" Bello, who was sitting next to him, curled his lips, "You are so bored, this is the wish every time."

"Is everything safe and smooth?" Ranbai asked seriously. She was a casual and naughty person, and she was unreliable and unreliable in her daily life, but she was stubborn in this matter.

"Can you be more realistic?" Arnold is a little boy, taller than his peers, dark skin and arrogant. He said, "My wish is very simple. I want to grow up early and beat all the bad guys who bully my mother away!"

Lenia held her face and argued for Ranbai: "What else is the wish in reality? My sister has always been like this. Every time I ask, don't you think this wish is very powerful! My wish is to be like Sister!"

Bello said: "Then you are so awesome!"

The five children said one by one, the sun had set, and the dusk was everywhere, and the ginkgo trees were taller in the wind.

All friends know that Ranbai has a particularly great wish—

Protect world peace.

Of course, it's ridiculous.

No one would believe it.

After going down the mountain, they made an appointment to go fishing tomorrow. Ranbai and Lenya returned to the palace. Ranbai returned to the attic alone, sat in the yard with his back against the peach tree, and took a paintbrush to paint the sun that had not yet fallen today, surrounded by paints scattered all over the ground.

Ranbai rarely saw her father until her seventh birthday, which was the first time Legge came to find her.

In her impression that she was so poor that she was pitifully barren, every time my father saw her, she was cold and filled with complexity that she couldn't understand.

Later, Ranbai understood what such a look meant.

The young Wang was calm and cold, and stood there majestic. He asked her calmly: "I heard you hope the blood clan will be peaceful in the prosperous era?"

The child nodded with a red face, his eyelashes trembled.

Still a child after all.

"You have a chance," he said, "Dad needs you to do a favor."

That was the first time Leg called himself a father in front of her.

What did Ranbai feel at that time? It seemed that the sky fell and it was sweet.

The Blood Clan Gu Pavilion, only emperors and Gu Masters can enter in the past dynasties. The Gu Pavilion is omnipotent in the world and worships the blood clan holy objects—

Blood Soul Bead.

However, at this time, the Blood Soul Pearl had not yet awakened its spiritual consciousness and could not play a role. That day, Leg talked with the Gu Master for a long time, and Ran Baian waited quietly. Later, Leg took her to the place where the Gu Pavilion worshipped the holy objects.

Legge taught her how to do it, she did it one by one, cut her wrist with a knife, and the blood spilled on the blood soul bead, and a lot of blood was shed until Legge stopped.

The color of the Blood Soul Bead becomes more and more intense and evil, and blood mist is shrouded in blood.

"Does it hurt?" Legbanded the wound on her wrist and asked slowly for the first time.

"It doesn't hurt." She shook her head blankly.

It actually hurts a lot, but compared to my dad, it doesn't hurt at all.

Every month from now on, Legge will personally bring her to the Gu Pavilion to nourish the holy relics with blood.

The colored white is excited and feels lucky.

That was the only time she could spend with her father. Her father would gently ask her if it hurts like in a dream.

She looked forward to it for a long time, counting the days in the middle of the month with her fingers for countless days and nights.

The incident happened when I was thirteen years old—

It was a sunny day that day, and cicadas kept chirping. Xi'an Mountain was lush with trees. Ranbai and Arnau picked fruits on the mountain. Half a quarter of an hour ago, Arnau jumped off the tree, with a very arrogant expression in the sun: "Awesome!"

Then, they met a tiger.

No one would have thought of how there would be a bird of prey on the Xi'an Mountains. Arnold died, died in the tiger's mouth. The fruit in his hand was covered with blood and rolled down for a long distance. Before he died, he yelled and asked Ranbai to run away.

He said his wish was to grow up early and beat all the bad guys who bullied his mother away.

He is fourteen years old this year.

Arnold's father died when he was very young. It was his mother who pulled him up with one hand, and the mother and son depended on each other.

Ranbai didn't know how he went down the mountain, how he called someone, and how he went up the mountain.

There were sounds of gasping in the air around him, and there was a vague sigh of pity. Arnold's mother knelt on the ground and cried so hard that she was indifferent. His body was already bloody and bloody.

It was clearly a sunny day, and the sun had not yet sunset, but it was cold everywhere.

"It's you!"

"It's all you caused!!"

Arnold's mother got up from the ground at some point, staring at Ranbai with a hoarse and desperate voice.

"If it weren't for you, how could Arnold go up the mountain today? Why would you still be alive if he died?! It's all you!"

The shrill voice was like an evil ghost, full of resentment.

"We are all sad when Arnold dies. Abai didn't mean it. Why do you say that to him?" Luobei stood in front of Ranbai, his face pale and his expression was pretentious.

"It's not you who dies, of course you're not sad..." Arnold's mother laughed out loud, her expression twisted, and she was crazy.

The laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, far away.

Ranbai stood there motionlessly.

She didn't feel sad, she had no emotions anymore, like a piece of wood, in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Such a gaze made Ranbai have a nightmare for a long time.

It was from the day Arnold died that somewhere it spread throughout the entire blood clan’s territory.

They said that Ranbai was the nemesis.
Chapter completed!