The water rippled, but the temperature around her seemed to be rising, almost setting her whole body on fire, Beike frowned uncomfortably, but on the opposite side was a pair of eyes that were so hot that she couldn't help but panic, but those deep eyes were devoid of brilliance, making people unable to see his emotions and his thoughts, but he could inexplicably feel a strong dangerous aura emanating from them. It's not good to say secretly, but it's too late to dodge, and I just feel a hot and strong aura of possession on my lips.

The brain was blank and could no longer react, and slowly the night was full of smoke.

The pain of the poison had already swallowed Zhuo Yan's reason, he didn't know what he was doing, or even where he was, but the picture of the reaction in his brain clearly stung him.

"Dad, don't, please don't, Yan'er is afraid. ”

On that thunderstorm night, his mother died, and at the age of ten, he knelt outside the villa with his sister, but his father never let them see his mother for the last time, but let the man in black who was guarding him pull him away, and dragged him to a room that resembled a laboratory, where he saw his mother lying on the hospital bed behind the glass and his father standing indifferently.

He wanted to call Mom and Dad, but they were so indifferent, only Mom had a look of compassion on her face, she raised her hand weakly, and finally fell down weakly. Little Zhuo Yan didn't know what was going on, but he saw his father on the other side of the glass raise his hand, and a group of adults in white coats came forward to clamp him, they carried him to an operating table, and fixed his hands and feet on the bed with iron handcuffs, how could he not be afraid of the strange coldness, he was so cautious that his tone was so light that it almost seemed to tremble, "Uncle, who are you? Why are you handing me to the bed?"

They just said lightly, saying that he was sick and needed an injection, Zhuo Yan was puzzled, how could he be sick when he was in good health, and asked the group of doctors in white coats, but they didn't answer a word, and only came to him with a few syringes filled with red liquid on a tray. He cried and shouted not to give injections, but the group of people remained indifferent, looking sideways at the opposite side, but saw that his father's expression had not changed and was still indifferent, while his mother on the hospital bed struggled to get up for a while, and her expression was very painful.

Why? Why did he do this? He didn't understand, and he didn't understand why Dad was so sad and indifferent when he saw his mother, and why he was tied up here by these doctors? Didn't Dad love him the most? Why didn't he come to save him when he saw him crying so sadly?

"Dad, help me, I don't want injections. The boy shouted over and over again, and he still shouted until his throat hurt and tasted the fishy sweetness, because in his heart his father had always been his god, the god who protected their family, so he lived carefree for ten years, and his dependence on him was deeply rooted for ten years, but why has everything changed today? His god no longer protects him, no longer guards him, and can even turn a blind eye to his life and death.

The needle tube pierced the skin, but it was far less painful than the broken heart, and the little boy struggled and could only resign himself to letting those in white coats inject the liquid of the tube into his little body. Because it was soundproof glass, he couldn't hear what his parents were talking about, but he could see his mother crying and screaming like crazy and beating his father, but his father still looked so indifferent. Zhuo Yan didn't know what they had beaten him, but he could clearly feel that those things made him very uncomfortable and painful, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart and like ants gnawing at him, how could he bear such inhuman pain.

But what if he couldn't bear it? No one wanted to save him, not even his beloved father...

In this way, while he was suffering a great deal of pain, he watched his mother on the other side angry and angry, a mouthful of blood spurted out, she never woke up again, and he passed out.

When he woke up again, he was thrown into a strange wood, and the voice of the man in black came from the microphone, telling him that he had to come out on his own if he wanted to survive.

Later, he learned that the man he once believed in as a god, his biological father, hated his mother so much that he did not hesitate to plant poison Gu on his own son in order to take revenge on her...

He doesn't know how he grew up, only that after his mother's death, there was no more laughter in his world, only pain and constant forced drugs... He didn't care what he was, but how could those people use his blood to grow new venom to harm his sister?

He hated, but he could only succumb to the feet of that man. He was unwilling, so he hibernated for so many years, but all so that one day he could slash that vicious hypocrite, avenge his mother, avenge his sister, and avenge himself!

All the pain in his body now is due to him, and he will never forget it! As long as he can't die, that person can't even think of living in peace!

Calm down, Beike quickly noticed that something was wrong, just in the pool, his body was clearly cold as if it was more ice, but as soon as he landed on the shore, it immediately seemed to be ignited, even the red-hot iron was nothing more than that, how could a normal person's body temperature change so quickly? It was not the hot season, the snow had not melted, how could anyone want to soak themselves in such a cold pool and suffer, the only explanation could only be - it was not that he wanted to soak, but that he needed it. Although I don't know why he needs it, but remembering the crazy look he saw when he came in just now, Beike also guessed.

If that's the case, then all she can do is immediately send him back to the pool and control the abnormal mania in his body. Yes, it is you who must be denied immediately.

Beike has been flattened by him on the stone ground, taking advantage of this gap, Beike suddenly rolled out from under his encirclement, Zhuo Yan was slightly stunned, and then stretched out his big hand in the direction of Beike, how could Beike be easily caught back by him again, and he didn't have time to tidy up the clothes on his body that were almost torn into rags, turned around, and ran towards the pool.

"I'm here, come and get me. Beck held her hands in a trumpet shape in her ear and shouted to the half-kneeling man from the ground, and if he dared to chase him, she would have the ability to throw him back into the pool. However, the facts once again proved that Bei Ke was still too naïve, not to mention that the disparity between the strength of men and women was already huge, and with the effect of medicine, Zhuo Yan's strength was more than two or three times greater than usual, even if she was sober, the law of the jungle was the real law of nature.

Sure enough, Bei Ke had only run two steps before she felt a gust of wind sweeping in front of her with a black oppressive sound, not even fast enough to make her stunned for a second, and she was thrown to the ground, her delicate skin was ruthlessly pressed on the hard and cold stone surface, and dripping blood oozed from the opening. All exclamations that were too late were swallowed by a powerful and devastating kiss. opened her mouth, but she couldn't pronounce a syllable, only her pupils were constantly dilating, dissipating all the light under her eyes, knocking her into the bottomless abyss again and again, and there was no hope in sight...

She was like a wooden man, the moment the defense line was breached, she lost her life and struggled to move, and could only be manipulated like a doll until the end of this time.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, he wanted to absorb more and more, and the piercing pain and heat in his body were the most gentle comfort at this moment, making him forget all the pain, and just want to be drunk forever, drunk forever, and better never wake up...

I don't know how long it took for the world to stop shaking, and the whole brain was a mess, like floating on a lonely boat, losing its direction and drifting with the current, and everything became unreal. The thick curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his heavy eyelids, but he felt that the whole world was in a state of vertigo, and the dilated pupils gradually focused, slowly turned, and his consciousness gradually became clear, accompanied by pain that could not be ignored. Forced to sit up on the bed, looking around, but it was a luxuriously decorated but very unfamiliar bedroom, the chest was cold, it was the thin quilt covered by the body that slipped down, looking down, although I knew what had happened, but when I really saw it once, the sight couldn't help but shake hard, stinging her eyes.

Convex kiss marks and tooth marks of varying degrees covered this body that she was once familiar with, what was it like in her heart? Even she didn't know, only that her heart was as calm as stagnant water, and there were no waves, which was unexpected by her but seemed to be what she expected, and what had happened, even if she was angry and heartbroken, could she get anything back? If not, then why didn't she calm herself down, she was tired enough, she didn't want to struggle for anything.

lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, his legs were weak, and the whole person couldn't help kneeling on the ground, but he didn't feel the pain in his broken knee, because his heart was already numb to pain, he shook his head with a wry smile, but he was not angry with Zhuoyan, he just laughed at his own incompetence, he couldn't even protect himself, and what else could he talk about protecting others to avenge his parents?

Looking at herself in the mirror gradually blurred, she slowly closed her eyes, let the cold water slide across her face and slide over her body, the cold and piercing feeling still couldn't help but shrink a little, but she didn't dodge, only she knew how much she needed cold water at the moment, otherwise she would really not be awake.

I don't know how long it took, I only knew that the skin on my hands was soaked to the folds before I slowly turned off the shower, my indifferent look seemed to be made of cold water, and when I saw the clothes prepared in advance by the washstand, a trace of surprise slipped through my eyes but it was fleeting, and I was dressed neatly with an expressionless face, and then left the bedroom without looking back.

The empty corridor was confused with a terrifyingly quiet atmosphere, as if there was no one else in this villa but her, and the indifferent look could not tell what she was thinking, but she walked in the direction of the restaurant step by step by feeling.