Danni Lizi was originally a mercenary in a small, insignificant mercenary group in Hot Springs Pass, her life like a candle flickering in the wind, always in danger of being extinguished.
However, due to a fortuitous encounter some time ago, her strength finally underwent a qualitative change, reaching the level of One-Star Class Dou Qi qi.
This extraordinary encounter changed the fate of her young life, which was not yet eighteen. It finally qualified her to join a mercenary group with some strength in Hot Springs Pass. Among the mercenaries in Hot Springs Pass, she could finally be considered a semi-expert. At least she could ensure that Danni Lizi would no longer live the rootless, drifting life she had before. Although life was still full of danger, she could save some money every month and no longer have to worry about food and clothing.
However, unlike other mercenaries who walk the line between life and death, she is a girl.
And she was a very attractive girl.
Being beautiful is every girl's pursuit and dream.
However, this is not a good thing for a female mercenary.
This often brings her unnecessary trouble.
What's strange is that before becoming One-Star Class Dou Qi martial artist, she didn't actually look as radiant as she does now.
Back then, she was dark-skinned and thin, disheveled, and every day, in order to survive, she fought as hard as men, wielding swords. The cruel pressure of survival left her with no time to care about her personal appearance. Even Danni Lizi herself had forgotten that she was actually a girl.
However, after that fortuitous encounter and breaking through to the One-Star Class martial artist realm, her body underwent a transformation like an ugly duckling, nourished and warmed by Dou Qi. She went from being a dark-skinned, thin, and fierce wild girl to a petite beauty with a slender figure and fair skin.
Her unexpected beauty brought her a lot of trouble.
For example, the various kinds of stares, and the intentional or unintentional teasing and clumsy handling from teammates when carrying out missions together.
So much so that she eventually had to wear an ugly black iron mask every day to cover her face.
Even after gaining some minor fame, Danni Lizi still chose to live in a completely isolated slum.
Because here, some very warm things happened in her once gloomy life. Those beautiful memories were the source of her happiness, which would make her smile every time she thought of them. Unfortunately... more than half a year ago, a cold-blooded and ruthless massacre, a terrifying flame that devoured everything, destroyed everything and took that person away.
Danni Lizi chose to stay in the slums, in the same place she had been before, just as she had done more than six months ago, protecting twenty or thirty poor, helpless orphans. Like he had been before, she became the only hope and support for these children to survive in this cruel and heartless world.
"Haha, stand firm, straighten your back, tuck in your stomach, look straight ahead, and punch fast!" Danni Lizi nodded with a smile.
The beautiful morning light shone down from the distant garbage heap, like golden rays of light, falling on this relatively flat and clean little courtyard. A dozen or so boys, dressed in tattered clothes, around six, seven, or eight years old, stood in the middle of the courtyard facing the morning light, laughing and practicing martial arts with great seriousness. Their faces were still childish, but they were extremely earnest, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.
In the distance, several girls were skillfully sifting through a pile of garbage to find items that could be used with their DSLR cameras, and even some food that was still edible and not completely rotten.
In this cold, filthy slum filled with violence, killing, and looting, this small courtyard is like a pure and safe paradise. Bathed in the golden morning light, the children's laughter chases away the chill of early spring, bringing life and vibrancy to the filthy and cold world.
Danni Lizi, clad in a red leather armor covered in mottled marks, resembled a perfect sculpted work of art. At this moment, she let down her guard, removing the ugly black iron mask from her face. A smile radiated from her delicate and pretty face. Seeing these adorable children before her, time seemed to rewind to over eight years ago. Back then, he was still here, and there was a group of children like this; she was the oldest among them...
Suddenly, Danni Lizi noticed something and frowned.
She clapped her hands gently, a pre-arranged signal. The children, like startled little moles, scurried back to the stone houses at the edge of the field. Through the cracks in the stones and the doors and windows, their big, dark eyes blinked with fear and terror as they peered outside.
A series of hurried footsteps approached.
Around the corner of the garbage heap in the distance, a group of brightly armored soldiers from the [ Gale Legion ], surrounding an extremely well-dressed young man, ran towards them, their expressions hostile and their voices loud.
Danni Lizi frowned, thought for a moment, and then put on her black iron mask.
On the faces of these soldiers and those young men, she saw those expressions that were extremely familiar to her and made her nauseous.
"Although more than half a year has passed, this place seems to be the same as before." Philip Inzaghi and his four companions rode on well-trained black horses at a very slow pace, slowly making their way through the slums.
The scene was still filled with rotting garbage, and small ditches along the roadside were always filled with black, foul-smelling sewage. A few pedestrians passed by occasionally, their eyes filled with indifferent and numb expressions. A prostitute, almost naked, wearing only a thin, coarse cloth, shivered in the cold wind as she solicited customers. In the distance, in the garbage heaps, filthy stray dogs and cats tore at half-rotten corpses, and swarms of rats scurried about the streets as if no one else was there.
Nothing has changed.
"Under the damned rule of the Ptolemy Family, this slum has long been forgotten. Those high-ranking nobles, warming themselves by the fireplace and feasting day and night, how could they possibly remember this place they'd never set foot in their lives?" The youngest, Michael Owen, only fifteen, his face still youthful, the golden down on his cheeks clearly visible in the sunlight, sighed indignantly, "Compared to Chambord City, this is Hell on earth. If only King Alexander could rule this ancient city!"
The three young knights, Raúl, Cavani, and Trezeguet, remained silent.
What happened here six months ago filled everyone with hatred for the city's rulers, and murderous intent had silently spread in their hearts. They had waited two hundred and seventeen days for this day. Now, after taking one last look at the place where they had lived with Uncle York and their companions, they would make those Bloody Executioner pay the price.
It's getting closer!
The place I once lived in is gradually getting closer.
A profound sense of sorrow and mourning permeated everyone's heart.
But at that very moment, from that familiar place ahead, a boastful, piercing laugh suddenly rang out—
"Hahahaha, little wild horse, how about it? You think your pitiful One-Star Class strength can save you? Hahaha, hit me? Now you've been caught by this young master, haven't you? Seal her Dou Qi, tie her hands and feet, hehe, today this young master will ride these little wild horses in this slum, in front of these little guys, and taste the flavor of One-Star Class Dou Qi female mercenary, hahahaha!"
In an instant, Inzaghi and the other four exchanged glances, their expressions changing.
As an assassin, even his hand holding the reins trembled slightly.
This voice was so familiar to them, it was etched into their very being.
For the past 217 days, every day, every hour, every second, what sustained them in their cultivation, even when they were most exhausted, was their boundless killing intent and hatred towards the owner of that voice.
Unexpectedly, here today, in this place that holds so many unforgettable memories for them, a place that preserves the deepest joy and the only warmth in their hearts, the place where Uncle York and his companions lived and ultimately rest, they encountered this damned fellow a hundred times over.
Inzaghi gently patted the black horse beneath him. At this moment, he was the quickest to calm down. He remained silent and, together with his four companions, walked toward the direction from which the sound came.
First update.
I thought I wouldn't be afraid of staying up late, but who knew that after finishing the commentary last night, I felt bloated all over.
I've been staying up too late lately to watch sports.
I might only be able to update twice today. I'm sorry, I really can't keep going. My scalp hurts even with the slightest movement. Maybe I'm really getting old.