HLnovel Chapter 442: The Good Man is Covered in Dust but His Heart Remains Red
Chapter 442: The Good Man is Covered in Dust but His Heart Remains Red
"This forbidden ruins, the side effects are too bizarre."
Wu Hen touched his chin, amazed.
"This pure heart of Liuli is simply an amplifier, infinitely amplifying the 'truth, goodness, and beauty' in people's hearts. As a result, it has turned Zhou Ping'er into a saint."
Yuan Tiangang sighed and continued to tell Zhou Ping'er's story.
It turned out that Zhou Ping'er had a weak character and a kind heart since childhood, and was often bullied in school.
His family was not well off, his parents died early, and he depended on his elderly grandmother for support.
Later, his grandmother passed away, and he had to drop out of school and was adopted by his third uncle who was a distant relative.
His third uncle's family was not kind to him. Not only did he not have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear, but he also had to do all kinds of heavy and tiring work.
Everyone was silent. Jialan'er clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes flashed with anger.
"This is too tragic..." Fatty Baili muttered softly.
"Alas, the world is difficult..." Cao Yuanhai also shook his head.
The scene changed, and in the underground garage, Lu Yuer was talking to three children.
The children have woken up, and Chen Han'er is standing beside them with a concerned look on her face.
"Big brother, thank you for saving us!" a little girl said in a baby voice.
"It's okay. It's just a piece of cake."
Lu Yuer smiled and touched the little girl's head.
"By the way, let me introduce you to the famous Sword Saint—Zhou Ping'er!"
The three children looked at Zhou Ping'er in unison.
"Wow! You're the Sword Master! You're so awesome!"
A little boy asked excitedly, "How did you become a sword master?"
Zhou Ping'er was stunned for a moment as she looked at the innocent eyes of the children. Her thoughts seemed to go back to the past...
Zhou Ping'er's eyes were vague, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the afternoon that changed his life.
The dim alley was filled with the smell of dampness and mold.
Several wild cats were rummaging through the trash can for food, making disgusting meowing sounds.
He curled up in the corner, ragged and skinny, like an abandoned little animal.
His stomach was growling with hunger and his body was covered with bruises from being beaten by his third uncle.
He held tightly to the only thing his grandmother had left him - a wooden sword, tears streaming down his face silently.
"Hey, kid, do you want to become stronger?" A crisp voice sounded in his ears.
He looked up and saw a woman in black standing in front of him. She looked heroic and had neat short hair.
The woman handed him a piece of bread, which exuded an enticing wheat aroma.
"Who are you...?" he asked timidly, not daring to reach out to take it.
"My name is Ye Faner,"
The woman smiled and said, "Do you want to become a sword master?"
He was stunned. Sword Master?
That was something he never dared to dream of.
He looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, then at the bread in the woman's hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally took the bread and began to eat it voraciously.
"I think..." he mumbled.
Ye Faner's mouth corners slightly raised, "Then come with me."
The picture froze on Ye Fan'er's outstretched hand, as if inviting him to an unknown fate...
Lin Qiye spoke first.
His tone was calm but carried an unquestionable firmness: "Report to the instructor, we have foreseen that the Sword Saint is in danger in the fog. We request to enter the fog to rescue him!"
Wu Hen added in a sly tone, "Yes, Old Yuan, just tell us how to survive in the fog!"
"We promise not to run around naked in there, we'll only wear swimming trunks... oh no, we'll only wear combat uniforms!"
As he spoke, he patted his non-existent chest muscles in a serious manner, causing the surrounding students to roll their eyes.
Yuan Tiangang's eyebrows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his face turned pale and blue, as if he had swallowed a live fly.
"Nonsense! You can't even imagine how dangerous the fog is!"
"Don't even mention you rookies, even I, an old man, wouldn't dare to set foot in it!"
He slammed his palm on the table so hard that the teacup jumped up.
"Instructor, even if we are not a special team, we must go and save the Sword Master!"
Lin Qiye's eyes were firm, and his tone was filled with unquestionable determination.
"We believe that the state of mind is crucial to breakthroughs, and saving the Sword Saint is the key to our breakthrough!"