Yuwen Bufan has always considered himself a gentle descendant, except when he kills, of course. He also considered himself a modest descendant, and his thick face and sturdy body did not tell that he was a killer, and he was also a first-class killer in the Assassination Alliance. But none of this mattered, he felt that he could disguise himself well with a simple skin, and no one could think that he would be a killer who killed people without blinking an eye and had blood stains on his hands.

Yuwen Bufan sometimes hates this kind of life, but he has to continue this life. No matter what, people always have to eat, and after they are full, they still have a little bit of desire. If he doesn't become a killer, he doesn't know what method he will use to earn silver taels. Although the profession of a killer hangs on the waist of his pants every day and lives in fear, the silver two come very timely and are more abundant.

He always remembered the first time he killed someone, but he couldn't talk about killing people on his own initiative. He will always remember that experience, when he was a teenager in those war-torn days, littered with corpses. He survived with a great will to live.

And he remembered that the first person he killed was his savior, he admitted that he was really hungry and faint, he admitted that he could not withstand the temptation of the tempting aroma of the food, he admitted that he really forgot everything at that time, and his only thought was to find the food and eat wildly.

Unexpectedly, the benefactor who rescued Yuwen Bufan, who was so dizzy with evil, ignored him and let him lie unconscious in a firewood room. It was a burst of meat smell that woke him up when he was about to starve to death, and that rich smell of meat he will never forget for the rest of his life.

As he struggled out of the woodhouse, he saw a hunter father and son munching on buttery game. He didn't know where he got the strength to rush out, and he grabbed the leg of an unknown beast that was smelling and shiny in the courtyard of the house and threw it into his mouth.

But what he got was a ferocious kick from the Orion, who kicked him down in front of the door of the woodhouse, and the leg of the beast in his hand was taken back by the Orion. He would always remember the look in which the hunter looked at him with disgust, coldness, and even a bit of greed. In an instant he understood that he had not been saved by the hunter, but had been taken as the hunter's prey.

Once upon a time, the Yuwen family was also a famous family, that is, the former heroic family declined, so it was also a famous family in decline. How could the descendants of the Yuwen family become the prey of a pariah hunter, of course, all this did not flash into Yuwen Bufan's mind at that time, it was only after the fact that he remembered it.

For the most primitive action of food, that is to grab. Yuwen knew that he was no match for the thin-looking but immensely strong hunter. Of course, the hunter's three- or four-year-old son, he didn't pay attention to it. Looking at the yellow-skinned boy and eating with relish. Yuwen Bufan knew that he couldn't rush forward to ask for food, he could only wait, waiting for the best time.

He still knew the allusion of Wangmei Zhimei, as if he suddenly felt that he was not hungry all of a sudden, but in fact, he knew that he was even hungrier than when he woke up. But he had to slowly gather the strength he had in his body, and wait for the best time to get the roasted beast.

The hunter ate slowly, while the hunter's son ate extremely quickly, and it was evidently the sumptuous meal they had had in any time. Seeing that the roasted game was getting less and less, Yuwen Bufan's heart beat even faster, but he still didn't make any moves.

No one expected that when the hunter's stunned eyes fell into a pool of blood, Yuwen Bufan's eyes would be so calm and composed. The hunting fork ran through the back of the hunter, who still held the last of the beast's thighs in his hands, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Yuwen Bufan didn't even blink in the end, raised his hunting fork and stabbed it into the body of the boy whose eyes were trembling with fear and trembling, but his mouth and cheeks were bulging.

Blood splattered, I don't know if it was the blood of the hunter or the blood of the hunter's son, splashed on Yuwen Bufan's eyelids, but he didn't know it. He finally grabbed the food, the flesh that had not yet cooled, like the two corpses that had not yet fully cooled.

The only one beast leg, and the few remaining pieces of beast meat, although it is impossible for Yuwen Bufan to eat enough, but this is enough. This is the most unforgettable meal he has ever eaten in his life, and every time he shuttles among those delicacies of the mountains and seas, he inexplicably recalls the situation of that meal. The food that was robbed was so delicious, so many people would rather grab it, it turned out that this world was like this, and since then I have understood these truths.

What he didn't expect was that after this experience, his fate changed completely. At that time, although his eyes were as calm as water, his heart was already surging, this was the first time he had killed someone, and it was inevitable that there would be a trace of fear in anyone's heart. He clearly remembered that the most primitive desire suppressed those fears in his heart, and how to survive was his primary consideration.

However, he didn't expect that when he was done with all this, after he had some food in his belly, his body began to regain some strength. An uninvited guest suddenly appeared outside the thatched hut in the middle of the mountains, and he could not guess the age of the man, because the man's bloated body was not fat. The white skin had hidden some traces of time, so he didn't know the age of the uninvited guest.

But what impressed him was the man's clothes, which were coats embroidered with copper coins. It was as if all the riches in the world were concentrated in that man, and that man looked more like a rich man.

"Would you like to come with me, let you have enough to eat", Yuwen Bufan remembered the first thing the man said to him. Since he can be fed, and he will not be tempted by the calamity of hunger. So he agreed without hesitation, so he followed the man he couldn't figure out.

For a while, I don't know how many years have passed, and I don't know how many days and nights have passed. All he could know was that the man he was following could only be called lord by them.

That deserted post station, that is the only official road from the imperial capital to Zezhou, that is the last post station south of Taihang Mountain. Yuwen Bufan is in this post station, to put it bluntly, it is just a stone pavilion, only a stone table that is too broken to be old. But on top of the stone table was a jar of wine, with an enticing aroma wafting around.

At this time, the spring is strong, but the wine should be drunk.

(At this time, the knife is also drunk)