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Chapter 534: The Shape of Hatred (1)

The blood bag in her mouth turned empty in a blink of an eye, and she flipped through the book very quickly, and this book was quickly finished, but she didn't know much about the content on it.

She raised her eyes and saw her mother's cloudy red eyes with a look that she couldn't understand, and for the first time she was stunned when she looked at her, she had a desire to ask questions, and she whispered to her mother, "You...... Can you teach me a little bit about what the college exams? I really don't understand, what is being said here, why is the Ales Military Academy able to defeat the rebels......" She didn't finish her words, but she received a heavy slap in the face.

She didn't know what she said to make her mother so angry, she heard her mother's shrill voice, "You remember, it's all fake!" These kinds of books are written by victorious people, what do you know? Moro, bastard, vile slut! dog! What qualifies her to sit in this position? Is it because of the blood on her body? The old woman stared at her eyes that turned red into water blue, and the cloudy red eyes were even more unclear after being covered with blood mist, as if she picked up the whip on the side of the table and slashed her head and face, and the pain made her tremble, although she was used to being beaten, but this time she seemed to be particularly aggrieved, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Adler's whip.

This is the first time she treats her as a mother, but this time in exchange for whips and pain, she really wants to live with her mother like a real mother and daughter, she doesn't know who the enemy is, because her mother seems to treat her more often than not.

Her mother personally sent her at the age of fourteen to a man's bed and made her a night wife.

Their mother's daily addiction to gambling and drinking left them in debt and struggling to get by.

Her mother laughed at her every day as a chicken, saying she was dirty.

She didn't know if other mothers did this to their daughters, because this was a slum and she knew she was on her own.

Alecto didn't know why she was living like this, there was no hope and no light in her life, and her mother never seemed to have ever been gentle with her in her memory, a little bit of motherhood to her child...... Love.

She tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes and cried and begged for something, in exchange for a cruel slap.

There was no gentle whispering, she only remembered that he had to do everything since he was very young, and the slightest carelessness was

"Why did you hit me?" She was really wronged, her voice was almost roaring, she never resisted, but this time she was really wronged, "I earn money, I support you, you beat me?" Why, after all these years? ”

Why don't you keep moving, why do you want me to learn these things?

You only talk about revenge, hatred, and never even come and tell me who my enemy is?

"For what, for revenge, what is your name, your name is Alecto, you were born to be vengeful, you know?" The old woman almost broke her voice, and the hoarse voice pierced her eardrums with a sharp edge, and then more whips fell.

She subconsciously tried to stop the overwhelming whips, but in vain.

"Who...... Who is my enemy, you never told me who my enemy is and who should I hate?! How should I get revenge! She stood up from the ground with her arms propped up, she was a little taller than her mother, and she looked directly into Adler's eyes a little condescendingly, cloudy, "You don't even dare tell me who my father is!" ”