After Alex left, only the girl remained, alone and disheveled in the wind.
As for whether she would actually jump off the building, Alex truly didn't care.
His current state of mind was unusually calm, like a dead pool of water, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
As he walked down from the rooftop, gradually, the sound of clamor reached his ears.
It seemed that the students in the corridor were making a ruckus.
Alex's mood also became somewhat lighter.
Because he could feel the vitality of various bodily functions, an experience he had never had before.
He was once a patient with severe congenital heart disease.
The doctor had made the diagnosis as soon as he was born, bluntly stating that the child would hardly live to adulthood.
And Alex was already seventeen this year.
If nothing unexpected happened, he should pass away peacefully in the next year.
Hastily coming, and hastily leaving.
Alone and without kin, it had always been this way.
But Alex was not an orphan; he also had parents.
It's just that after learning that the child they gave birth to had severe congenital heart disease, they quickly made a decision.
Since the main account was wasted, they might as well start a new one.
However, Alex's family was not wealthy, and raising two children simultaneously would inevitably be a bit tight.
So, on a certain late night, this child, who clearly had a short lifespan, was undoubtedly abandoned.
Fortunately, this couple still had a little bit of remaining conscience and didn't directly throw him out in the wild to feed the dogs.
Instead, they left him at the door of an unknown welfare institute in the countryside.
The dean of the welfare institute was a great person renowned in the area. Of course, he would not ignore the baby at the door.
He first heard the commotion outside the door, then turned his head to look at the ink black night outside the window, and he already had some understanding.
The dean's body was still quite strong at this time.
He groped in the dark to get up, took a coat from the hook behind the door, and then walked quickly to the iron gate of the welfare institute by the moonlight.
In the quiet late night, the creaking sound of the iron gate rang out.
Behind the door, a bamboo basket woven from bamboo was placed alone at the bottom of the steps.
The dean walked over, hurriedly covered the baby in the bamboo basket with the coat, and then carefully picked it up. His old face, full of wrinkles, scrutinized it for a moment and suddenly revealed a smile.
Because the sleeping face of this baby was really quite adorable.
He stretched out his rough and yellowed hand and gently wiped the baby's cheek.
"From now on, you will be part of my family"
Suddenly, the dean let out a light gasp. He picked up a note from the baby's lapel, on which "Alex" was written with a pen.
"So your name is Alex?"
The dean stroked his chin, looked at the baby who was still sleeping soundly, and sighed.
"I just hope you can grow up safe and sound."
"From now one, you will be called... Alex Anon."
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Divine Land.
Selene once again came to that mountain forest.
This was where she and that person had lived in seclusion for twenty years.
--Do you regret it?--
A long sigh suddenly rang out in her mind, causing Selene to stop in her tracks.
She stood still with an expression neither sad nor happy.
"I have a clear conscience, so what is there to regret?"
She retorted.
Personally killing the enemy who murdered her father and mother would only bring a sense of pleasure.
'What was there to regret?'
From ten years ago, when that person let her down the mountain to travel the world, and by chance, she obtained that imprint stone, the gears of fate had already slowly begun to turn.
The so-called master and disciple, the so-called grace of upbringing, were nothing more than a facade.
That voice fell silent for a moment, then rang out again.
--The imprint stone indeed cannot lie, but if you only listen to half a sentence, the answer you get may also be completely opposite, am I wrong?--
Upon hearing this, Selene's expression finally changed. Her slender eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous light.
"What do you mean?"
The voice in her mind had suddenly appeared a month before she killed her master.
At first, Selene thought it was her own inner demon, but as she struck down with her sword and entered tribulation, the voice still remained.
It was intangible and invisible. Even with Selene's current realm, she still couldn't see through its roots.
It let out a sinister laugh.
--Let me take you through it again, from your master's perspective, going through the whole process--
Selene's expression was a bit dazed, but she didn't rush to refuse.
"Master's... perspective?"
She wanted to see what trick the other party was trying to pull.
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In the southern part of the Divine Land, there was a winding and magnificent river.
It ran through the north and south, bringing abundant resources to the regions it flowed through.
Relying on the mountains for food from the mountains, relying on the water for food from the water.
Su Village was located at the upper reaches of this river.
As the sun set in the west, the village entrance, which should have been lively, was unusually quiet at this time, without any sound of children playing and frolicking.
This was very abnormal.
Thick, dark red bloodstains were slowly flowing out from the village entrance.
There was blood everywhere, casting an eerie filter over the entire Su Village.
By the muddy road in the village, villagers who had lost their lives lay there, including middle-aged men responsible for hunting outside, women washing clothes and cooking at home, and children less than one meter tall.
A strong smell of blood permeated the air, like a living hell.
Suddenly, a small head poked out from a rice jar.
It was a little girl with pigtails.
Her fair and tender little face had some baby fat, and at this moment, she was staring blankly outside the rice jar.
The little girl was obviously frightened by the bloody and cruel scene before her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes were also wide open.
Then, her small nose suddenly twitched, and she burst into tears with a wail.
She struggled to climb out of the rice jar and then crawled step by step towards those fallen corpses.
Her delicate palms were stained with soil and cut by sharp pebbles from who knows where, sending waves of heart-wrenching pain.
There were thick bloodstains everywhere, wet and sticky, making it impossible for the little girl to tell whether the blood on her hands was her own or the blood flowing on the ground.
"Daddy..."
She cried out with her face showing pitiful helplessness.
'Dead, they are all dead'
'Daddy, Mommy, and the Uncle next door who always loved to tease me, Aunt Lili with the loudest voice in the village, Erya who always liked to follow behind me...'
'All dead...'
Although she was only at the age of just beginning to remember things, the little girl was still overcome with sadness.
Tears gushed out like a broken dam, drenching her entire face.
*Clomp-clomp… Clomp-clomp*
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came.
Before the little girl could raise her head, she felt herself being lifted by the armpits and picked up.
She wiped her reddened eyes and, still sniffling, finally saw the person's appearance clearly.
It was a young man.
He wore a cyan Daoist robe, his hair casually hanging down, and his brows showed ease and comfort.
"Immortal..."
The little girl was stunned, and even forgot to cry.
She had never seen such a good looking person before and instinctively recognized him as the immortal her father had once mentioned.
The immortal wiped the tears from the little girl's face with pity and sighed.
"I was still too late..."
He held the girl in his arms and used his hand to block the girl's view.
"Don't look"
The man's tone was gentle, carrying a refreshing feeling that soothed the heart.
So the little girl obediently closed her eyes and didn't look anymore.
"Good girl"
He smiled.
"From now on, you will follow me."
"Let's call you... Selene."
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"So what? What's the difference from my memory?"
Selene quietly watched all this with a cold and stern expression.
--Don't be impatient--
--Keep watching--