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"It's enough for you to buy a cake. Go... you go and buy it back. Grandma is waiting for you here. Let's go home."

Home?

Where is home?

That dilapidated straw hut?

Or a sheepfold that was kicked out after sleeping for two days...

Mo Ran choked, his eyes flashing with fire, and he said: "Auntie, sit down and wait."

"What are you going to do - don't mess around -"

Mo Ran rushed to the side, picked up a knife, and shouted loud and clear with a young voice, attracting the attention of the people who were about to disperse.

"Uncles, aunts, lords and ladies, please don't leave! Please don't leave! I still have a unique skill, all nobles and officials, please give me a favor and take a look - "

He has had spiritual energy in his body since he was a child. Although he has never practiced it, he is much more powerful than ordinary people with no qualifications.

Mo Ran held the strong and sharp blade in his hand, used both hands hard, shouted low, then broke the knife in half and threw it on the ground.

The people around were shocked, and some monks among the onlookers were even more surprised.

"This kid can do it."

"One more!"

Mo Ran said, this time he took two, and he shot them in the same way, cutting off the two blades together.

"Okay!!" Someone applauded.

"Three handfuls!"

The children stacked them up one by one, and the blades became thicker and thicker, becoming more and more difficult to break, and the crowd became lively again.

"Please give me some rewards from your uncles, brothers, aunts and sisters, and I will add more."

Those people wanted to watch the fun, so they threw the most worthless coins on the ground in front of him.

Mo Ran added one knife after another just for these copper plates. In the end, his hands were full of blood and could no longer be broken. The scavenging vultures flapped their dark wings and dispersed.

Mo Ran picked up all the money, held it carefully with his dirty little hands, and walked to his stunned and tearful mother.

He smiled: "Mom, that's enough to buy you medicine."

The woman's tears could no longer be suppressed and rolled down her face: "My child... my good child... let me see your hands..."

"I'm fine..." His smile was bright and pure, which burned her heart.

She hugged him tightly and kept choking, "It's because I'm incompetent and can't take care of you... I made you suffer at such a young age..."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Ran said quietly in his mother's arms, "Aniang, I don't feel bitter when I am with you... I will accompany Aniang well, and when I grow up, let Aniang Mom, live a good life."

The woman smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't live a good life. As long as you grow up safely and healthily, that's fine... That's enough."

Mo Ran nodded vigorously, and suddenly said softly: "Auntie, if I succeed in the future, you will never have to be wronged again. No one can bully you. I will let those people come over. Apologize to grandma one by one. If they refuse, I will let them dance on the knife. I..."

"Silly boy, don't think like that." This kind and gentle woman touched his hair and murmured, "Don't think like that. Don't hate anyone. I want to see you become a good boy. Promise." Mom, be a kind person, okay?"

At that time, the ink was too small, like a young and green seedling. With just a little external force, he would lean in that direction. His mother, who was not very knowledgeable but had a simple heart, became his first beacon. So at that time, Xiao Mo Ran thought about it for a while, and finally said seriously: "Okay."

He said: "Auntie, I promise you."

"Then, if in the future, I...I can make a difference, I will build many, many houses for the homeless people to live in, and grow many, many, many grains for the people who don't have enough to eat..." He said to his mother, "Mom, then there will never be anyone like us today."

The woman was lost in thought, and finally she sighed and said, "That's good."

The child also nodded and said, "That's good."

None of them thought at that time that the person who said such words would end up with blood on his hands, trampling on bones everywhere, walking in the fishy wind among the vultures and black crows circling in the sky, and become an immortal emperor who brings disaster to the common people.

As for the Immortal Emperor who brought trouble to the common people, there are very few, or even no, willingness to look back on this past. He will never fulfill the promise he made in his mother's arms with a childish voice and clear eyes. Promise of.

At that time, because of his mother's persuasion, Mo Ran never had any hatred, no matter how difficult his life was, but he would always be somewhat unwilling.

The days are still going on like this day by day, juggling and performing arts. Watching them once is exciting, watching them twice is boring, and watching them the third time is boring. Gradually they could not even get a copper reward and had to make a living by begging.

Mo Ran remembered that there was a child of a wealthy businessman who was about the same age as him. He had a huge black mole at the corner of his mouth. The child was sitting at the door of the courtyard, holding a bowl in his hand. He probably used the chopsticks to poke it with a bamboo stick because he was not able to handle it easily. Eat the fried dumplings that are golden and crispy inside. The child was very picky and ate the dumpling fillings, then spit out the outer skin and threw it on the ground to play with the dog.

He walked over cautiously and stood watching.

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