The enemies passed by him, and they did not attack him, but their evil words filled his eardrums, and he suffered a hundred times more than the sharp blades cut through his flesh.

The enemy's struggling face gradually distorted, and then gradually changed into Zhao Wen's face.

Countless identical faces walked in front of them, smiling and laughing:

"Waste, waste is useless!"

"I can only sit in a wheelchair, and I can't even walk!"

"You can't protect your wife and children. You're such a piece of shit!"

"That's right, waste!"

"Waste, you're useless. Why are you living in this world?"

"Your children, they have never been in you, have ever been a father's role model!"

"Your wife, I don't love you anymore, I want to leave at any time!"

"Your younger brother has long succeeded you as the young marshal of Zhao Wangfu. Why are you still sitting in the position of the prince?"

"A paralyzed, you should be abandoned by Zhao Wangfu!"

"What are you doing alive? It's better to die!"

"Hahaha, go die, go die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Those enemies who looked the same as Zhao Wen, their shouts and curses gradually merged into the same shout in unison.

"Die!"

"Die!"

They surrounded Zhao Wentuan.

Their shouts were too loud for him to hear.

"Dead?" Zhao Wen thought about this word repeatedly in his heart.

Does he really deserve to die?

And they were right. He is useless. He's a piece of shit. Why does waste exist in this world? It inconveniences oneself and becomes a burden.

In that case, there is only death, is it all over?

Go to hell!

Dead!

Gradually, the shouts in Zhao Wen's ears merged with the voice in his heart.

He realizes that the people around him are not enemies. These are his thoughts for the past 12 years, all the thoughts are his.

The pain in the lower back is even worse. Zhao Wen's eyes were full of despair. He took the knife in his hand and slashed it around his neck.

That's right, he should have died a long time ago!

Zhao Wen put the knife on his neck.

He felt cursed, let alone his relatives?

Why was he able to endure such humiliation in a wheelchair for 12 years?

He should have been dead for a long time. These are all wrong. He should have deleted all these mistakes.

"Die!"

"Die!"

They saw him with the knife around his neck, and the people around him were shouting, more and more inspiring, more and more exciting.

Yes, go die!

Zhao Wen closed his eyes and prepared to cut off his neck.

Just then, he suddenly heard a faint cry of death coming from outside, rushing into his ears.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen......"

It was a familiar voice, the cry of his beloved girl.

The voice was so weak that he couldn't even make out where it was coming from.

"Brother Wen, wake up, the children and I are waiting for you to come home."

"Brother Wen, you know I can't live without you!"

"Brother Wen, why are you so ruthless that you didn't wake up to come and see me?"

"Brother Wen, you know how much I love you and the children. We can't live without you......"

"Brother Wen......"

"Brother Wen......"

Gradually, the cry of "Brother Wen" overshadowed "death".

Zhao Wen suddenly opened his eyes. He grabbed the handle of the knife and fell.

Zhao Wen's eyes became stronger, no longer desperate, but full of a strong desire to survive.

"Yes, Rong Yu and the children are waiting for me!"

Zhao Wen waved the big knife in his hand, and the big knife was very much like the demon in his heart.

From the beginning to the end, all the fierce faces fell on Lin.

The head that fell to the ground became a don't spare.

Zhao Wen didn't know if he was a suicide or an enemy.

But it doesn't matter.