Strongest Guard

When many people were young, they would have a fantasy that they were different from others.    

    

For example, after watching cartoons, you start fantasizing about becoming a superman, a mariner, or something like that. You shout all day long and I want to transform.    

    

Later on, after watching the Wuxia TV, he began fantasizing about living a life of running across the world with a knife and sword.    

    

Fantasy was something that one was born with.    

    

It was just that those unrealistic thoughts would gradually disappear as they grew older and the oppression of life would come to an end as well.    

    

Everyone started to become mediocre and gradually disappeared from this world.    

    

However, this cannot change the fact that many people are born different from others.    

    

For example, Lee Nanfang.    

    

Lee Nanfang had a one in a million chance of suffering premature aging.    

    

Ever since he began to understand the concept of premature aging, Lee Nanfang vaguely knew that he might not live past fourteen years of age.    

    

Even though he was not very clear about the concept of age at that time, he always felt that fourteen was his fourteenth birthday.    

    

The number that couldn't even be counted with one's fingers was most likely a long period of time.    

    

Then, he could fulfill his lifelong wish.    

    

If he competed with Second Fool Hu, he would take first place.    

    

Because of this, he had put in a lot of effort. For example, he had spent an entire day peeing just so that when he couldn't hold it in any longer, he could call over Second Fool to compete with him.    

    

In the end, it turned out to be true every time. Before the crowd had gathered, he had already broken through the dike and soaked his pants.    

    

Then, he would stand naked beside his wife, listening to her scolding without knowing whether to laugh or cry, and see how his pants were washed clean.    

    

That kind of life was rather carefree.    

    

However, as he grew older, Lee Nanfang finally understood that the fourteenth birthday wasn't just in fourteen years, it was in the near future.    

    

He could no longer remain calm.    

    

He sometimes wondered why the fool would grow taller and taller while he maintained his skinny body and short stature.    

    

Stupid fool told him.    

    

Everyone looked very much like their own father.    

    

You look very similar to the old man, which means that the old man is your father.    

    

At that time, Lee Nanfang believed it.    

    

But now that he thought about it, in the end, it was better to just find a piece of tofu and crash into it.    

    

The old man was just vulgar.    

    

And he, Lee Nanfang, was never vulgar.    

    

He also did not understand why they had all gone to peek at the village widow taking a bath.    

    

Second Fool and the others were chased for more than ten miles on the mountain road, and their legs were almost broken.    

    

Under the charming widow's gentle gaze, he went back home to sleep peacefully.    

    

In short, he gradually realized that he was different from others.    

    

Finally, one day, when he mustered the courage to ask his mistress why he was different from the others.    

    

His wife and the old man brought him to the Yue Clan.    

    

Then, because of a little girl who looked like a bean sprout, he was almost beaten to death by the old man, causing his wife to be injured.    

    

It was like a turning point in his life.    

    

Not long after he left the Yue Clan, he was thrown into Europe by the old man.    

    

Since then, he had suffered the cold treatment from others due to his ugliness, short stature, poor constitution and other personal conditions.    

    

A sense of inferiority began to spread from the bottom of his heart, just like the weeds in the spring.    

    

Not only that, he had also been bullied by countless people. He spent his days in a dark corner, having a difficult time passing through the sun.    

    

He only had the kung fu that Xie Qingshang had taught him, but it was restricted by his emaciated and thin body and could not be used at all.    

    

Furthermore, no one taught him how to get along with others, how to survive.    

    

Once upon a time, Lee Nanfang was extremely confused.    

    

Until one day, he met two people.    

    

He couldn't remember what the two guys looked like, much less their names.    

    

He just happened to be in the way of the two men's advance.    

    

Or rather, the pile of old cardboard boxes and his frail body at the corner of the building where he slept prevented the two men from doing what they wanted to do.    

    

So the two men held out their daggers to him.    

    

In the end, they died. Lee Nanfang woke up after being unconscious for a long time.    

    

Beside him were the two corpses that were emitting a terrible stench. The cash they left on them also made Lee Nanfang eat a full meal.    

    

On that day, two C-level hitmen died in an accident on the international killing platform.    

    

At the place where they died, someone saw a black shadow jump down like a ghost and then disappear.    

    

The code name "Black Ghost" began appearing in everyone's vision.    

    

Lee Nanfang had finally walked his own path of survival.    

    

Of course, Black Ghost would need some time to grow.    

    

In the beginning, he didn't know he would kill again.    

    

He just felt that he should try to live like a normal person.    

    

Even if you pick up trash in the streets of Europe, you have to be a decent scavenger.    

    

But after that day, his body had changed in a different way, and he had been having incomprehensible dreams at night. That was not something he could have predicted.    

    

The process of inverse growth is quite rapid.    

    

He went from being a small old man in his eighties to being a twenty year old young man.    

    

In six years, he had completed the reverse growth of more than sixty years of his life.    

    

This was a rather terrifying matter.    

    

Every night, he would have strange dreams. Every day, he would wake up to discover that his body was different.    

    

Unconsciously, a fist landed on a thick brick wall, leaving behind a deep imprint.    

    

Scavengers of the same age would only be able to carry around a bunch of plastic bottles while lifting a few kilograms of scrap iron with ease.    

    

There was so much he could do.    

    

Such a special ability made him excited.    

    

But in reality, in everyone's eyes, he was a monster.    

    

A monster that didn't even have friends.    

    

When someone had mercilessly mocked him, even when he was bullied for the sake of snatching an abandoned can, he didn't dare to retaliate.    

    

This was because the moment the thought of counterattack appeared in his mind, he could see the bloody scene of everyone's bodies being torn to pieces, their skulls ruthlessly smashed into pieces.    

    

His abilities were growing.    

    

However, his personality was getting weaker and weaker.    

    

A fourteen year old young man had yet to form a complete world view.    

    

In the vicious capitalist society of Europe, living at the bottom of society and under double pressure of growth and external humiliation.    

    

It was also a miracle that Lee Nanfang didn't turn into a mad killer in the end.    

    

Perhaps it was that experience that had caused him to have a superior control over the demon inside of him, and that ability to always suppress the demon inside of him.    

    

However, no matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't suppress a feeling.    

    

Solitude.    

    

That's right, it was this feeling of loneliness that made him choke to the point of going crazy.    

    

He desperately wanted to have a friend with him.    

    

Talk to him, tell his friends about the special changes in his body, relieve the stress in his heart.    

    

At the same time, he started to wonder if there was anyone like him in this world, someone with special abilities, or perhaps a special body experience.    

    

Perhaps, he wouldn't be able to find a normal person to be his friend.    

    

Finding one of the same kind was not bad either.    

    

Leaning on his two feet, he wandered through the vast lands of Europe.    

    

The process of searching for the same species was destined to be long.    

    

He was afraid that he would always be alone and unable to speak, so he would always stop in his leisure time to look at the trees by the roadside, at the grass in the fields, and at the gravel at the foot of the mountain.    

    

He was going to tell them what he wanted to say when he found his kind.    

    

Until one day, he had already told his own experience a few hundred times, while facing different things.    

    

Finally, he gave up.    

    

No one would want to say what was special about themselves, and neither would he.    

    

Lee Nanfang normally tried his best to hide the fact that he had a Black Dragon in his body, let alone others.    

    

Even if they really did meet a similar person, they would only act like normal people and just pass each other by. They would not laugh and chat with each other because they all had special abilities.    

    

But on the night he gave up.    

    

When he no longer had any illusions about his kind, a miracle happened.    

    

It was a dark night, a field of flowers at the foot of the Alps.    

    

Lee Nanfang was lying on the sky, looking at the endless stars. Suddenly, he saw a person flying over from the sky.    

    

He was certain that it was a person.    

    

There were no wings, only hands and feet. He leaned forward with something in his arms, floating slowly in the air less than 100 meters away from the ground.    

    

That person's speed was not fast.    

    

Otherwise, Lee Nanfang wouldn't have rubbed his eyes so hard that he could see clearly.    

    

He didn't know what kind of mood or thoughts he had at that time. He simply jumped up from the ground, waved his hands and yelled at the people flying in the sky, chasing after them with his fastest speed.    

    

Maybe the heavens didn't want Lee Nanfang to be so lonely, so they made the person in the sky stop.    

    

He turned around and slowly landed on the ground.    

    

Lee Nanfang finally saw it clearly. It was a youth that was the same age as him.    

    

Just a hundred meters away.    

    

Lee Nanfang slowly stopped running and looked at the teenager from a distance.    

    

"Who are you?"    

    

he asked aloud.    

    

The boy answered.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang didn't understand what he was saying at all.    

    

It didn't matter, the barrier of language was something he could overcome. When he was thrown into Europe by the old man, he knew that the words spoken here were different from the ones he had learned since he was a child.    

    

He couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but the person could understand what he was saying.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who had been looking for his kind, looking for his friends, and who had not been on guard, did something that made him feel foolish when he thought about it at that age.    

    

He stood at the desolate foot of the Alps, shouting at the man who was flying from the sky, and recounting everything that had happened to him.    

    

It was all the way here.    

    

When he was free, he would face plants, trees, and rocks while mumbling to himself.    

    

Lee Nanfang was talking.    

    

The youth a hundred meters away was listening.    

    

When all the stories were told, Lee Nanfang shouted in a hopeful tone, "My name is Lee Nanfang, are you the same as me? What's your name? Can you be my friend?"    

    

He asked a series of questions.    

    

The person 100 meters away was silent for a long time before he finally opened his mouth to speak again.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't understand what he said.    

    

However, he was probably narrating his own experiences.    

    

With the narration of that special language, that person walked towards Lee Nanfang.    

    

When the two of them finally stood face to face, Lee Nanfang could see the sincere smile on the person's face and the action of him reaching into the box in his arms and preparing to take out some mysterious gift.    

    

"What's your name?"    

    

Lee Nanfang asked softly.    

    

Even though he didn't understand what the other party was talking about, he could still remember that person's name based on its pronunciation.    

    

The man's mouth moved.    

    

A familiar voice rang in Lee Nanfang's ears, "Uncle, wake up, I'm Chen Xiao. Don't you recognize me?"