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Volume 1¡¤Best Relatives Gaiden Act 1 King of the Sunset

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    Gaiden Act 1: The King of the Sunset p> A piece of green grassland, the warm wind started to blow from the mountains in the distance, one blow came closer, blowing the green grass, gently pushing the dots in the blue sky  The white clouds are crossing farther away.  In the middle of this grassland, there is a cozy village inhabited by simple villagers. Everything is harmonious, just like the lush green grass after spring, so vibrant and green.  p> He still remembered that the breeze he breathed at that time seemed to have a sweet fragrance.  He still remembers laughing in the fields that afternoon with his childhood sweetheart.  p> "I will become an excellent painter in the future!" The little boy smiled excitedly, holding a small pencil in his immature hand, writing his dream on an old piece of paper, and drew a happy picture next to it.  smiling face.  p> ¡°Then I will become a musician in the future.¡± The little girl said excitedly.  p> When he grew up, he still remembered his childhood joke. He entered the most famous art academy in the Marando Empire and studied painting.  And time will wear away everything. Gradually, as the years passed, he also transformed from a child into a handsome young man.  p> Later, he heard that his childhood sweetheart had also come to his city. They met once, but they were a little unfamiliar, and it seemed that they could not find the happy smiles they had before.  He had a lot to say, but in the end he opened his mouth and nothing came out.  p> Later, when he was painting on the street, he saw his childhood sweetheart and a man wearing aristocratic clothes walking out of a high-end store. She was wearing a beautiful necklace around her neck, next to the aristocrat¡¯s  Beside him, there was a happy smile on his face.  p> So, those good things can only be memories, right?  He was silent and put away the half-sketched figure in his hand. He finally looked at the face of the figure and found that it was the best painting he had ever drawn. However, he had no intention of completing it, so he let it go.  The painting that reflects his youthful mood remains in his room, becoming a less conspicuous decoration.  p> Later, she died.  p> That nobleman had no intention of being with her seriously. In the end, when she was three months pregnant, she was thrown acid by the nobleman's fianc¨¦e, and her originally beautiful face turned ugly.  She developed a high fever, and he took her in and treated her, but he also saw her face becoming ugly.  He went out to buy medicine. When he came back, the girl had already committed suicide on the beam and lost all her breath.  p> "Ahah!" p> He screamed and roared, crying. He lost his mind. He took out a sword and fought with the noble.  p> Of course he did not succeed. He was abandoned as a freeman and demoted to a slave.  But his luck was better, and he escaped in the end.  His right index finger was cut off, so naturally he couldn't hold the pen.  He later became a mercenary, a mercenary who could only use a crossbow - the only weapon that did not require the use of his right index finger.  Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to hold the sword steady.  p> Time passed slowly, and he changed from a young man to a middle-aged man. At the age of forty, his face became full of weather.  When he was rich, he would drink a little, go find women, laugh loudly, and drink heavily.  The originally handsome man became like a low-level mercenary, with a big beard and many scars on his body.  His knees would hurt on cloudy days, he would fight with people he didn't like, and he never prayed to gods.  He became the kind of person he once hated.  p> One day, he heard that his father was dead.  His father always wanted to see him before he died, but in the end he failed.  He didn't show any expression after hearing this, and just took another sip of wine.  p> He felt that he should go back and take a look.  p> So he said goodbye to the mercenary group, left the weapons and fighting behind, and went back.  He saw a lot. Once upon a time, a small nobleman became a baron. The woman who threw vitriol at others also went to high-class dances very well. She maintained her wealth and had no resistance to jewelry.  p> No one remembers a girl who committed suicide, no one remembers a runaway slave.  p> He came to his home, where only a blind old woman was left.  It seemed to be his mother, but he didn't speak. He just bypassed the old woman who was sleeping at the door and seemed to be waiting for something, and entered his home that he had not seen for twenty years.  p> He suddenly felt a familiar feeling, he opened a door, and memories slowly flowed into his mind.  He has lived here, laughed here, cried here, learned and loved here.  p> "When I paint a painting that I am most satisfied with, I will use it as a betrothal gift to marry you, okay?" p> "Okay, I'll wait for you!" p> He walked to an easel nearby  , twenty years have passed here, and there has been no change at all.  He saw a painting whose name he had long forgotten.??, a woman who forgets her appearance.  He touched the drawing that had already turned brown and was silent.  p> "You're back." A dry voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw the old man walking over, coughing.  he cried.  p> "I came back too late" he cried.  p> Later, he dressed himself neatly and said goodbye to the past.  After re-dressing, he was still somewhat handsome. He even hooked up with a few aristocratic women and received a small amount of money.  He even hooked up with the woman of his enemy.  However, this situation was soon revealed, and his mother was killed by the angry noble.  And he escaped early, so he still had a life left.  But he no longer had any feeling in his left foot.  p> "Ah" He suddenly felt so tired.  p> I¡¯m really tired.  p> He closed his eyes, and suddenly, he opened them again.  p> "If you don't want this body, how about giving it to me?" p> "Who are you?" He asked tiredly.  p> "I am the sunset, I am the dusk, I am the king of despair. You can call methe king of the sunset." p> He felt that it didn't matter, he was already tired.  Anyone who wants this body can take it.  p> "Hehehe, as the reincarnation of the Yaling, you must be the worst one, right? But it doesn't matter, soon, your name will be famous throughout the continent." p> "Because, you will be  Become me, the Lord of Dusk, the King of the Sunset!" As soon as the voice fell, there were loud roars of wolvesp> At the end of the second era and the beginning of the third era, the continent ushered in ten years.  dark history.  From this day on, the Sunset King, the most terrifying demon king, became famous throughout the continent for his brutal killings.  p> About his rise and end, that is another story.  p>?¡­p>?There was no update yesterday, let¡¯s take this as compensation.  This is a side story, about the Sunset King.  There will be a follow-up, I think it will be finished around Chapter 4 or 5, a short story.  p> There will be an update today, but it will be at night.  p> a>Mobile phone users please go to m.  read.  a>i1153?¡­
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