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In the cold night, a little boy in a small suit with a bow around his neck sat on the steps and cried. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He bit his lip tightly and didn't make a sound, and wiped the tears from his face with both hands, as if he was afraid that others would see it,

Zhao Lei, who was still seven years old, had just been bullied by his brothers at a family gathering.

"Young master, don't cry." A little maid of twelve or thirteen years old squatted next to him.

"Why...... They all bullied me, they are all my relatives......"

The little girl on the side looked at the little young master who was crying, although he always bullied himself, but he felt uncomfortable watching him cry. Forget it, who made him a young master, and he was a maid?

"Young master, I'll give you something to eat." The maid took out a golden crispy cake from her breast pocket and put it in front of Xiao Zhao Lei. Just now, the young master was crying because he grabbed the cake with the eldest young master and the second young master.

"Who is playing with this ......" Xiao Zhao Lei rudely knocked the cake on the ground.

The little maid glanced at the cake that fell on the ground pitifully, just squatted silently on the steps, patting Xiao Zhao Lei's back again and again.

Zhao Lei looked up at the young lady in front of him, and suddenly threw himself into her arms and cried. At the age of seven, he did not have a close person in the family.

"Tao'er, you are the best for me in the family." For a long time, Xiao Zhao Lei, who was not crying, raised his head and said.

"Will you always be so good to me?"

"Of course, I will always take care of the young master." Peach smiled sweetly. For Zhao Lei at that time, that smile seemed to be engraved on his heart with a knife, and he would never forget it.

"Peach, don't pick that up, if you like it, I'll let the kitchen make it for you every day."

Zhao Lei stopped the peach who wanted to pick up the cake, and pulled her back to his small villa, he treated her politely, and the empty room was no longer so cold.

Soon, Zhao Lei showed extraordinary talent. At the age of fourteen, he reached the level of a fourth-level martial artist. With this state of affairs, he would be able to reach the ninth level of Qi Dual Cultivation before the age of twenty-five, and with the resources of his family, it would be equivalent to becoming an advanced powerhouse before the age of twenty-five.

But when he was fourteen years old......

"Peach, I'll bring you something delicious to ......" Zhao Lei, who had just finished practicing, returned to the room, and the two snow-white bodies on the bed made the words on his lips stop abruptly.

The one above is his eldest brother, Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming took advantage of Zhao Lei's stunnedness, jumped out of bed, dragged on his clothes and fled the door. Reveal the dying peach on the bed.

Peach's body was covered in blood, her neck and face were covered with red palm prints, and her lower body was like a flower destroyed by wind and rain, and the dazzling blood stained the sheets.

"Peach!"

Zhao Lei pounced on her and picked up her face, the breath in her nose was already less in and more out. At the age of fourteen, his face with resoluteness in his immaturity was gradually filled with tears. His lips trembled, and his hands gently shook Peach's face, a trace of blood running down the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Lei leaned down and kissed his reddish-purple lips. The tongue reached into Momo's unconscious mouth, pried open her blood-soaked teeth, and sucked the tongue that she had bitten off to kill herself.

That night, wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

Zhao Lei, who was only fourteen years old, leaned on the bed and hugged Tao'er's bruised corpse. His gaze froze into a piece of dark iron. In his mouth, he chewed on half of the tongue of the girl he loved the most. Swallow it in your stomach.

Today, I have eaten your flesh. We are flesh and blood, and we will never be separated. All the grievances we have suffered, we will come back with revenge little by little, and take some people who have hurt us, they will die a miserable, miserable death......

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"Peach—"

Zhao Lei sat up from the bed, only to realize that he had another nightmare that lasted for three years. After sitting for a long time, his numb eyes slowly came back to his senses.

"Young Master......" The woman on the bed quickly sat up, picked up a silk scarf from the bedside table and wiped the cold sweat on the young master's forehead.

"Liu'er, I'm fine......"

The Zhao family in North China, the seven great families of China ranked second. The ancient martial forces that control North China have always been fierce and domineering.

Zhao Lei's father, Zhao Yinshi, the head of the Zhao family. The martial arts are strong and the methods are cruel. Legend has it that he swallowed the flesh of his brothers. Zhao Lei's mother was just one of the many women he played with, and was eventually played to death in bed.

Zhao Lei was born in such a cold-blooded and ruthless family. He has been fatherless, motherless, and helpless since he was a child. Only the maid named Momo was the only person he was close to.

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Beicheng District, Songming City, Fugui Garden. This is one of the most expensive villa areas in Songming City, and it is also the best place in Songming City. The people who live here are either rich or expensive, either the private houses of municipal cadres or the warm nests of corporate CEOs. Except, of course, the descendants of the ancient martial arts. They have always been a special group.

In a spacious living room, everything has been emptied except for a comfortable sofa. Zhao Lei was sitting on it with Erlang's legs crossed. In front of her knelt was a sweet-looking maid dressed as a maid. The maid was obediently rubbing the young master's thighs with her soft palms.

"Liu'er, did she eat breakfast?" Zhao Lei gently stroked the maid's head and asked.

"Eat. I just don't eat much. "Let the maid of the willow daughter be extremely respectful and obedient.

"Well, don't kneel, you worked hard last night, go and rest."

"Yes."

The maid stopped what she was doing and stood up with a blushing face. Although her lower body was in extreme pain, she still tried her best to walk modestly.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, pointed to a maid on the side and said: "You go and help her, Liu'er will be my concubine in the future, and she can't work anymore, if someone dares to bully her...... One word, no mercy! ”

All the servants were shocked, the women who had played with the young master before, whether they were beautiful ladies or rich daughters, were all dead. How could Liu Er, a servant, be treated like this? I knew that Zhao Lei had no wife and concubine, and now Liu Er is the first......

I'm afraid that only Zhao San knows the reason why Liu Er can become a concubine. It's just because she used to have a good sister.

"Time." Zhao Lei asked.

"Nine-thirty." Zhao San immediately replied, and a walkie-talkie on his waist rang. "Young master, Lin Zifeng has come, everything is normal, he is alone!"

"Hehe......" Zhao Lei showed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth: "His kung fu is all on the sword, without a sword, I don't know how much strength he has?" ”

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