Demon Sword God

"They are in danger! No, I have to help!" Bekas suddenly stood up from the ground, and habitually touched the scroll with one hand behind his back, but found nothing. In an instant, a feeling of fear and powerlessness The feeling suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.

I am used to relying on the sky-high price scrolls that come at hand, and I am used to using absolute force to suppress inconspicuous difficulties.When facing an opponent who is far stronger than oneself, there is no corresponding scroll... What else can he do?killed?Or... run away!

No!Can't run away!but……

"No... no... I can't do it..." Bekas fell to the ground in a slump, and mocking faces from familiar faces began to pop up in front of him.

"Hey, isn't this the most useless little guy in the family? He's only a first-level mage at the age of 16."

"Ahahahaha, besides being able to use the scroll smoothly, what else can this guy do?"

"He can still make scrolls, although the things he makes often hurt his own people."

"What can this kind of waste do?"

"Yes, we are the great Sam's family. Useless people are not qualified to stay at home."

"Yeah, waste is not eligible to stay."

"Stop it!" Bekas put his hands on his head, and tears of regret poured out of his eyes.

"I'm trash...I can't do anything...I can't do anything...I can't do anything...I can't do anything..."

"What are you still doing!" An angry shout interrupted Bekas' memory, and then Bekas only saw a black thing flying in front of him, and then he was punched heavily in the face.

"Bekas Sam, stand up for me." Bekas looked up dejectedly, and Sibeka stood in front of her with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, clenched her fists, and looked angrily.

"Pervert...I...I..."

"What's your name now? You're still not from the Sam family." Sibeka grabbed Bekas by the collar and forcibly lifted Bekas up.

"Pervert, I... I... I have nothing, I can't do anything." Bekas subconsciously touched his waist again.But Sibeka opened his hand.

"Aside from scrolls, what else would you use!"

"Scroll...scroll..." Looking at Sibeka's angry face, Bekas was frightened and didn't dare to reach out to touch his waist again.

"Bekas, wake me up."

Snapped--

Feeling a scorching pain on his face, the powerlessness in Bekas's heart was suddenly diluted a lot.

Pulling Bekas by the collar, Sibeka pushed Bekas to the front of the cliff, pointing at the staggered light and shadow from the treetops in the distance.

"Your brothers are still fighting there, they are in danger, and you! You are still here timidly making a turtle! Are you still a man!"

"Tell me, are you fucking a man!!! Say it!!!" Sibeka dragged Bekas in front of her and looked straight into his eyes, Bekas just wanted to escape.

"Look at me!, look into my eyes!"

Facing the tyrannical Sibeka, Bekas was so guilty that he didn't dare to resist, he could only stare into Sibeka's eyes with fear.

Those eyes were not confused, full of boldness, unruly and passionate.

why--

Why is my heart so sad.

Bekas looked into those eyes, and slowly, a memory that had been forgotten in his heart slowly came to life.