"Is there really someone who doesn't hesitate for even a moment and just calls his child a demon?"

Sitting alone in the dungeon, Myungxun stared blankly at the candle flame in front of him, but the picture in his mind was still the angry expression of his father in the lobby......

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, his beard trembled as he spoke, and then he stood up and walked towards him with his right hand raised high, which he should have been accustomed to following him since he was a child, but why? Why does that scene keep flashing in front of me this time? Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh yes, when I was beaten before, although I didn't accept or approve of that man's teaching method, I really didn't have the strength of the eldest brother and the second brother, and I didn't have the courage of others, and it was true that I couldn't meet the man's requirements, but ......

"But this time...... No...... One...... Shape...... Ahh

The upper half of his body slammed forward, and Myung-hoon slammed his fists on the ground, his hands so tight that the joints turned white.

"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong at all this time...... Why......" he whispered, his voice as low as an abyssal ghost, and suddenly, he grabbed his hair and cried out like madness: "Ahhhh I hate !! I hate it so much!!!! ”

"Who do you hate more?"

The sudden sound made Myeongxun stunned, from the stranded hair, he looked at the man standing in the shadows, a white shirt is still conspicuous even in the shadows, the figure took a step forward, tall and slender figure, plain and calm face, he looked at Myungxun in prison, and his quiet gaze reflected Myungxun's madness at the moment.

"II...... Second brother? ”

Myeongxun looked at the spotless figure, but the expression on his face quickly changed from stunned to angry, but before he could ask a question, Zuo Dao had already opened his mouth first.

"Don't you know the village's belief in the dragon god? What if I said that what you said was true? Stealing into the temple, and you have the name of the reincarnation of a demon god, do you think that will prevent all of this? ”

Sado looked down at Myeongxun, and his expression didn't seem to change much from beginning to end.

“……”

Mingxun was speechless, and now that he thinks about it, indeed, even if the second brother echoed it at the time, what then?

"Answer me now...... Zuo Dao leaned forward a little, bringing his face closer to the baring of the cell: "The elders and servants of the temple, and the family members of the Li family...... Who do you hate more? ”

Myeong-hoon looked at the face that was completely presented in the candlelight from the shadows, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually saw a smile in that handsome face, and that smile flashed and never seemed to appear.

"I ......" Mingxun was silent, all kinds of past events came to mind, he gritted his teeth, picked up the pupils that were slightly smaller than ordinary people and looked at Zuodao: "I hate this family even more!" Hate that stupid big brother with a brain full of muscles! I hate that **** dictatorial father! Hate that mother who seems to be caring, but like a ********! Right! I hate you too! I know how painful I am, but I have always chosen you to protect yourself! ”

One is bigger than the other, one is more excited than the other, and in the end, Myunghoon has excitedly pointed his finger at Sado, but even that finger is trembling.

"Smack, smack, smack"

With three clear high-fives, Zuo Dao's face disappeared into a flickering shadow at some point, and the white shirt with wide cuffs gently clapped his hands, so that Myunghoon couldn't see his expression clearly, let alone understand his meaning.

"Look, it's actually a lot better to say it all, isn't it?" Putting down his hands, Sado continued, "So, do you want to kill them? ”

"What!?"

Myung-hoon thought he had misheard.

I said...... Think, kill, them, ? Father, mother, brother, all, all of them were killed with their own hands. Sado's face flickered brightly, and the dark eyes behind the lenses seemed to shine in the darkness, a kind of crazy smile of pleasure, or just an evil temptation: "I promise you won't be held accountable for this"

"Kill...... Kill!? ”

Myung-hoon could hardly believe his ears, he looked at the man outside the cell, and suddenly he suddenly felt that he didn't know each other at all.

And yet, the words that seemed to come from the devil continued......

"Don't want to? The **** father has always been dominated by his own will, grandly set all the roads for you in the future, limit your life with your own requirements, judge your life by your past life, never care about your own thoughts, you are like his appendage, a continuation of life, a puppet without self"

Myung-hoon's eyes began to flicker.

"And your mother, who is indeed caring, is willing to help you with everything, and give you what she thinks is the best, on the one hand, she advises you not to care about your father's control, but on the other hand, she has never encouraged you to make any changes, she doesn't ask a word about the **** of this family, but she exchanges tears for your sympathy when you are in pain and despair, she is also a puppet, a more advanced, more obedient puppet, as you said, like a ******** slowly polluting everything about you."

I couldn't help but clench my fists.

"Your eldest brother has treated you like a weak maggot since he was a child, bullying you wantonly, laughing at you, openly calling you a waste on the street, saying how useless you are at home, he is a bully who bullies the weak, but he is pampered"

Clenching his teeth, the green tendons on his neck and temples become more and more obvious.

"Oh, by the way, and me, although I didn't bully you much, it didn't help much, and I will always be a cold sidestander, but as your assistant this time, my life will be saved first, how about it?"

"Smack"

As soon as the words fell, the lock on the cell fell off on its own, and with a creak, the cell door was slowly opened by the person outside the door.

Ming Xu suddenly saw a reflection piercing his eyes, he squinted, only to see that in Zuo Dao's right hand, there was an extra short knife at some point, and the short knife he had seen was a handle on the weapon rack in the martial arts training field.

"Let's go, third brother"

His left hand slowly stretched out from the shadows to the candlelight, and placed it in front of Myung-hoon along with the short knife in his right hand.

Looking at the slender left hand, Mingxun, who was sitting in a pile of dust, was stupid for a while, he opened his mouth slightly, and the words of Zuo Dao just now seemed to be still echoing in his ears, yes, what he said was right!

Whoever he is, he is the god who pulls himself out of despair!

Stretching out his hand, Myung-hoon grabbed it.