The Brave Master Is the Demon King

Six o'clock in the evening is the most deserted time in Stonegu Market, but it is the busiest time for a group of special people.

　　 They have the same dress, yellow-gray shirts soaked in sweat, tired faces, and their faces are yellow and black due to long-term drinking. This group of people is only active during this time period. They wander around the Stonegu Market, and those short-handed bosses find these people to work.

　　 Do everything, cleaning, moving and even pretending to be a magic doll or collecting money to go to a hostile shop as a villain.

　　 This group of people is easy to identify. They usually walk down the road with their heads down, never looking into the eyes of others.

　　 Therefore, the people in Stone Ancient City called them light-phobics, casual workers without dignity.

"thank you boss."

　　 "Thank you."

"Ok."

　　 My name is Aji, a helpless ordinary person, now working as a casual worker. Today's boss is very generous, one shot is one hundred and five, which is more than three times the usual salary.

　　 He is the owner of the new grain shop that opened today. The first day he opened his business, he was very popular. It is estimated that he has made a lot of money.

　　 And he is very young and handsome. Young and promising is this kind of person. His existence is like the sun, so Aji doesn't dare to look directly at the sun. Only a fool will open his eyes and look directly at the sun.

　　 "Wait."

　　 Just when Aji was about to leave, the boss's voice came from behind.

　　 Aji stopped, his slightly curved back figure paused restlessly, like a candle that was about to burn out, behind the figure was a watch of horror.

　　 "Are there any orders, boss."

　　 He turned his head and asked with an ugly smile, his head pressed almost as high as his shoulders.

　　 I saw a handsome man in a black dress approaching.

　　 "You did a good job today. Go back and have a good rest. You will continue to work hard tomorrow. This is freshly made bread. Take it back to eat."

　　 His voice is so manly, broad arms.

　　 This is the real man.

　　 "Well, thank you boss."

　　 Aji’s voice was similar to that of a mosquito. He took the bread that was still on fire with both hands, and he could smell the aroma.

　　 Leaving the ancient market, the sky also darkened. There were street lights in many places in the ancient city of Stone, but there was no place in one place. It was a forgotten place, and a group of abandoned people lived. Although Stone's road is not good, most of it is dug, but at least it is also paved with stone bricks, but there is only a dirt road in that place.

　　 And this place is called the city of mourning. Although it is a city, it is only a small place. There is a lot of rubbish, and the house is also made of rubbish. The door made of discarded wooden boards is made of lazy bricks. If you go home and find that the door of the house is missing, or there is a hole, it must have been stolen.

　　 But rest assured, there is nothing worth stealing inside.

　　 "Aji, are you happy?"

　　 A man squatting on the side of the road yelled to Aji passing by. He was very skinny and didn't look like a good person. There were a few similar people next to him, the kind of people who shunned when they saw it.

　　His name is Laohou, of course this is the nickname, it is estimated that no one here knows his real name.

　　 Incidentally, Aji is not his real name either.

　　 "No, I'm tired today."

　　 Aji shook his head and placed his right hand behind him quietly. He hoped that the bread would not be found.

　　 He knows this group of people and is a part of them.

　　 But their relationship is definitely not friends. There are no friends in the funeral city. The reason they get together is because each other is as miserable as themselves.

　　 However, the thing that Aji worries the most has happened. The monkey tilted his head and saw Aji's bag.

　　 "Oh, what good things have you brought, share it."

　　 Aji smiled bitterly, and said: "There are no good things, but two broken breads. It's bad luck. The wages have been deducted for a day. So I will give these two breads and live on them for a few days."

　　 Of course he is lying. If he doesn't lie, the bread will be gone.

　　 However, he slapped his lips and said, "I'm looking fresh, taste it?"

　　 The few next to him also looked at him eagerly, Aji was a little panicked, they ate up if they wanted to, like a rat.

　　 "Is there anything delicious? I haven't eaten it myself. I was exhausted from work today. You don't want to see me stink near your house."

　　 Aji said.

Hearing that, the monkey showed a disappointed and disgusted expression, but soon recovered his smile, and walked over and said: "How much money do you have? I know a friend who got some water for immortality, which is very cheap. , It's better than..."

　　 "No, you know I can't stand that thing."

　　 Aji suddenly became tough, shook his head and said.

　　 "Let's go, I'm all tired."

　　 He finished speaking and left.

　　 "Hey! Try it! Well, let's go, leave him alone."

　　 The monkey couldn't move when he saw the persuasion. He cursed a few words in a low voice, which was very hard to hear. Aji heard it, but didn't hear it either.

　　 Xiu Xian Shui is something more fierce than wine. It can make you forget hunger and feel happy. Ninety-nine percent of the people in Lost City rely on it, and almost all the money they make goes to the people who sell the water.

　　 Akasi let those people go, that's not right, maybe it's Akasi who sells Xiuxian water secretly.

　　 Aji returned home, there were no windows, only a few fist-sized holes. Moonlight could not get in. He lit a very chronological lamp. It was not very bright, but at least it was light.

　　 He can finally breathe a sigh of relief, sit on his own, and habitually pick up the wine bottle and pour it into his mouth.

　　 However, he didn't know why, the movement stopped.

　　 In the dimly lit room, a faint light shone on the wine bottle.

　　 This bottle of wine has expired and it tastes weird.

　　Many people think that wine will not expire, but it is actually right, but some wines will also expire because of its low degree, and I don’t know how many types of wine and water are mixed in this bottle.

　　 There may still be many people's saliva.

　　 Aji held the wine bottle, his mouth secreted a lot of saliva, and his body was craving wine.

　　 "Tomorrow..."

　　 He muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

　　 Finally, he put down the wine bottle and picked up the bread that was still warm.

　　 He can only eat dry, hard, and moldy bread or glutinous rice.

　　 This fresh bread is a hard-won feast for him. He is a little reluctant, but his stomach is already protesting.

　　 He tore open the oil paper carefully ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Suddenly a tangy fragrance came oncoming.

　　 How can it smell so good?

　　 Saliva secreted desperately, he couldn't help taking a bite, and the soft and delicious taste took him to heaven.

　　 For a moment, he would think of himself as a ‘human’.

　　 He used to be a young man in a small mountain village, holding a dream of getting rich, riding a donkey, and pulling his family’s native produce into the city.

　　 However, reality taught him a costly lesson. He was deceived, and whether he was a donkey or money, he suddenly became penniless.

　　 But it’s okay, as long as you do odd jobs and save some money you can go back.

　　 But in the end I realized that this idea was really naive.

　　 Stone Ancient City is a cannibalistic city. He has been eaten, with extremely low wages and expensive housing. Even if he saves food and drinks, he has three meals a day, but he has no money left. He can only spend his time in front of him.

　　 For human beings, not seeing hope is the greatest despair. One day, he held the wine bottle and forgot about tomorrow.

　　 That day, he came to the funeral city.

　　 Aji was holding a bite of bread, with the small piece of bread still in his mouth, but he was already in tears at this time.

　　 "Tomorrow..."

　　 He cried and repeated these two words.

　　 In a dark night, a square dilapidated hut, the light inside seemed to be brighter than usual.

　　 This cold winter is almost over.