【Huai Xuan】

"What?"

【Tear mole】

"Nothing...... Can't I come to you? ”

Recently, the tear mole has become more and more bold, maybe it's the hug, or maybe it's the sentence: It's called Huaixuan, don't call it the door owner.

【Huai Xuan】

"Your wounds aren't completely healed, go back and rest."

There was silence for a long time before Huai Xuan's voice faintly came out of the room.

【Tear mole】

"I ...... I've been dreaming about a person lately...... A woman. ”

The words of the tear mole made the eyes of the closed eyes in the room suddenly open, and an emotion that had never been felt before crept into his eyes, smearing layer by layer, until it became deeper and deeper.

【Tear mole】

"She's wearing a veil all the time, I can't see her clearly, but ...... Every time I think of her, my head hurts very, very much, master, what's wrong with me? ”

The tear mole outside the door sounded a little lonely, and she wanted to figure out what was going on? And the owner of the door seems to be the only one who knows the truth.

【Huai Xuan】

"You go back first, and come to me in the evening."

Huai Xuan's voice was a little hoarse, and a little forbearant and restrained. The master of the door said this, and the tear mole was not good to stay any longer, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Huai Fei said:

【Huai Xuan】

"Don't call the door master, call Huai Xuan."

The tearful mole body was stunned, and a warm current surged in the heart, and the person who was as cold as thin ice could also turn into sweet preserves. But there is still a trace of bitterness in my heart.

After all, he shook his head and left.

As soon as the tear mole left, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the room.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, the mole at the corner of his forehead ached, and the bloodshot in his eyes looked like blood-stained red roses.

Huai Wan wiped it with his hand, and the blood stained his palm, becoming more and more intense. Huai Xuan stared at it for a long time, then clenched it violently.

……

【Door Master】

"Little one, do you know that you are eight years old today."

The woman who shouted as the master of the door scratched his nose lightly, smiled softly, and laughed out of the pear vortex.

The young man didn't do anything more, Huai Qian took her delicate hand, rubbed it into her arms, closed her eyes and smelled the good smell of green bamboo on her body, which was the most intoxicating.

What Huai Xuan didn't notice was the sharp eyes of the maid next to her, but the door owner waved his hand, hinting that it was okay.

【Door Master】

"You know, we never accept useless people in the Ninth Ranks."

The voice is still gentle and soft, but it has a touch of coldness that is different from the past.

【Huai Xuan】

"Go back to the door, I know."

Even if Huai Xuan, who is only 8 years old, naturally knows this truth, otherwise he would not have entered this door.

【Door Master】

"Okay, I'll ...... I won't leave you behind. ”

This is the appearance of Huai Xuan, who has never seen the appearance of the door master, arrogant and cold, and looks at the temperament of the world, like a rose with fire burning.

Huai Fei didn't understand why the door master was suddenly like this, just listened and let her arrange, even though he was very attached to the hug just now.

【Door Master】

"Take it to the dungeon."

【Handmaiden】

"Yes!"

Subsequently, Huai Xuan was taken away by the maids, and so far, the master of the door has never looked at him again.

The cold and arrogant side face appeared every time Huai Xuan was tortured in the dungeon and suffered all kinds of suffering.

Hatred gradually eroded Huai Xuan's heart.

She had never looked at him from the future.

The dungeon, the nominal practice room, is the city of hell. Throughout the ages, no one but the owner of the door could come out alive from inside.

The tragic training tortured not only the body but also the mind, and the purgatory-like destruction was like a flower born on a cliff in the cracks, which was ruthlessly crushed again and again.

In the first few years, Huai Xuan always had the master in his heart, and every time after training, his limbs could not move, and his face was covered with blood, he unconsciously called out and had only one name: the master of the door. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "Demon School Grass, Deep Claw Book House" for free for the first time.