Another squeak

It wasn't him, not his icy air.

The man's eyes were as if he were looking at a dead man, cold and unwarm. Step by step, he walked in front of me and slapped me in the face.

That man was very strong

I felt the pain of the flesh tearing on my back far outweigh the slap on my face. I didn't know that the person in front of me was my prime minister's father.

I haven't seen anything since that one nine years ago.

The snow that came in from outside the door hit me straight in the face. I listened as he closed the door and walked back with heavy steps.

The person who came said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for your relationship with others, he would be the king of You, you would be the queen, and I would be the abbot." Thanks to you, I have been reduced from a prime minister to a four-grade master of ceremonies in recent years. After speaking, as if he was puzzled, he slapped my bony face with his backhand.

The memories of 9 years ago came to me like the sea, annihilating me. As if I didn't know the pain, I frantically wanted to break free from the chains and go out to tell them that I had been wronged and that I had been framed.

But no one heard me.

He thought I was going crazy again, and another slap was thrown in my face, which directly hit the corners of my mouth with blood, and the pain from my shoulder blade made me wake up for a moment, and I roared in my heart: "So you use your sister to climb the high branch again?" ”

But no one heard what I said, and I thought there were no tears without eyes. But there were still two lines of tears left in my eyes, and if I could see them, I could see that I was not shedding tears, but blood, the same blood and bones as the man who had just beaten me. If I could see it, I could see the extreme disgust in the corners of his eyes, like he hated a beggar on the road, no, more disgusted than a beggar.

For a while, I felt extremely cold.

What if you have the same blood and bones in your body? He is ruthless and unrighteous, if I had seen his thoughts about using me to climb the dragon and the phoenix, how could I have come to such a point?

I even went madly and felt that he was more cold-blooded than the Ghost King who had imprisoned me for 9 years.

As if looking at me more would make me feel unlucky, a heavy mouthful of spit was in my eye sockets. With a flick of his sleeves, he left this place where he felt that he would lose his life even if he stayed for a second.

I heard his footsteps drift away.

For a while, he felt extremely disgusted by his well-dressed clothes.

Unwilling

I endured the pain of my flesh being torn, and I struggled to break free from the chains on my wrists, and I could clearly hear the bones of my hands being broken by the chains because of my own madness, and the blood seemed to be released, gushing out desperately, and falling on my bloodstained clothes.

Enduring the piercing pain, desperately scraping the barbs on the iron chain with his own bones, the pain came from the shoulder blade, which was a little more painful than being nailed to the stake nine years ago. A deafening howl filled the enclosed water dungeon, making the scalp tingle.

My parched lips had been bitten and bleeding, and I told myself that I was holding on, and that I would be able to get rid of the blood-soaked stake in no time. Blood poured out of my chest like a fountain, and without support, I immediately went limp, and fell to the ground where he had just stood.

There was a breeze blowing on his face.

If I could see it, I would feel as if I were a man crawling out of a pile of blood, and I would look horrified.

The clothes on my body were stained with blood and I couldn't see their original color, and I clung to the ground with my severed hands, crawling like a breeze through the breeze.

If I could see, I would see that the place where I passed was covered with blood, as red as the peony of that place.

I still kept the posture of going out, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore, so I lay motionless not far from the door. I could hear the rattling of chains on the ground, and I could smell the pungent smell of blood. I could even feel my own life like blood tumbling through my body, and it was rapidly pulling away from my dilapidated body.

There was a huge hatred in my heart, and it seemed to burn to my soul.

I was unwilling, who framed me back then

The funny thing is that when I died with great hatred, I didn't know who hurt me back then.

It finally ended on his 25th birthday, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning.