Shalang City, Yang family. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang You walked on the road alone, and his lonely figure seemed out of place in this world.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the unlucky guy is coming!"

"Don't go near him, you'll be out of luck!"

All men avoided him as a plague god.

Yang was expressionless on his right side, ignoring these so-called clansmen.

He had listened to these words too much, and he had long been numb.

"Alas~ This guy is really unlucky, he can't cultivate without a spiritual root, he was treated as an abandoned son by the family, not to mention that the day after he was born, he killed his parents and brother!"

"This is simply the reincarnation of the plague god!"

Yang You shuddered and stopped, his face became ugly, but after a moment he regained his expressionless appearance and continued to walk.

He really wanted to refute these gossips, and he wanted to shout out loudly that his parents and brother were not killed by him!

But does it work?

The day after he was born, his parents and brother disappeared, and that's a fact! They can say whatever they like, let them go.

Yang You's back became very long, very long, very lonely and lonely under the pull of the setting sun.

If loneliness is a disease, it is estimated that he is terminally ill.

He has no friends since he was a child, and he has been crowned with the title of the plague god, and no one in the whole family is willing to talk to him at all, he has gone through fifteen years alone, can he not be lonely?

Yang You came to the Logistics Pavilion, which was the base camp of the family's servants.

"Why didn't you bring me food all day today? Could it be that these people have forgotten? I'll ask. Yang You whispered and walked in.

Usually, Yang You's three meals a day are sent to him by servants, but today he didn't send them, so he had to come over and ask.

Yang You directly found the servant's chief steward, a middle-aged man with oily brains, and explained to him his intentions.

"Here's the thing, I haven't eaten for a day. ”

Yang You rarely communicates with people, and his speech is a bit blunt.

The chief steward has been standing three meters away from Yang You, as if he does not want to be touched by Yang You's bad luck.

After listening to Yang You's words, he was impatient to get rid of Yang You.

"I know, I know, you hurry up and don't stay here. ”

"It's really unlucky, I was found by the plague god, it seems that I can't play cards tonight, otherwise I have to lose everything. ”

After speaking, he also read a sentence in pieces, and everyone could see the disgust on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Yang You's face sank, even if he was discriminated against by his clansmen, he couldn't imagine that even a family member would dare to discriminate against him now!

"You're just a member of my Yang family, and you dare to discriminate against me?" Yang You clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anger.

"I'm a housekeeper, so what's the matter if I'm a housekeeper, it's better than you waste!"

"The son of the Yang family, that one is not a character who can cultivate with a spiritual root, as long as he has a spiritual root, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a monk, what about you?"

"You're just a piece of waste! And a plague waste! An outcast of the family!"

"Even if I'm just a member of the Yang family, I'm more noble than you!"

Yang You's face turned pale! It turned out that his identity was not even as good as a family member!

"Let me tell you this, I won't give you three meals a day in the future! See what you can do to me? If you want me to send it, you can send it! Three meals a day will cost ten taels of silver! If you want to eat, you will give money, if you don't eat, you will wait to starve to death!"

The arrogant face of the chief steward was full of energy, he had been a member of the Yang family for many years, and he never thought that he could speak to the people of the Yang family in such a tone. The refreshment in my heart can be imagined.

He bullied Yang You's incompetence, and he saw that Yang You had no way to turn over in his life, so he dared to be so arrogant and insulting.

Yang You gasped, his face turned red, and he clenched his fists until his nails were inserted into the flesh, and blood flowed out.

"Not even a single family member takes me seriously!"

"Is this what it feels like to be ashamed? Is this what it feels like to have my dignity shattered? Is it really just a waste?"

Yang You gasped roughly, and with trembling hands, he slowly took out three hundred taels of silver and paid for a month's food.

In the end, he still chose to pay for it, after all, he couldn't skip a meal.

And he didn't expect anyone in this ruthless family to be the master of his so-called plague god.

He turned around, and two lines of tears were already flowing from the corners of his eyes, tears of shame.

Walking out of the logistics pavilion, Yang You was stunned, there were several young people of the same generation standing here at the door, who had been watching his jokes, and were talking about him at this time.

"Haha, this waste was bullied by a family, it's really useless. ”

"It's a shame, if it were me, I would die, as a member of the Yang family, I would have to give money to eat the Yang family's food, haha!"

Yang You hid his face and left, if he usually wouldn't care about the opinions of these people, but among that group of young people, there was a beautiful shadow.

Wang Wan'er, the adopted child daughter-in-law of the Yang family, Yang You's dream lover who has always been his favorite.

"Let's go, it's just a waste farce, what's there to see?" Wang Wan'er's voice was crisp and pleasant, but when it fell on Yang You's ears, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day!

Yang stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"It turns out that the goddess in my mind actually discriminates against me. ”

Yang's right heart was like ashes, and he returned home like a walking corpse.

The so-called home is a simple wooden house that has been lived in alone for fifteen years.

"Father, mother, brother, are you really dead? Why don't you take me with you? Leave me alone to suffer the shame of this cold family?"

Yang You cried as soon as he got home, after all, he was just a fifteen-year-old child.

"If you're really dead and gone to another peaceful world, then I... Shall I go to you then, shall I?"

Yang You suddenly picked up a fruit knife from the table!

He was tired, he had been lonely for fifteen years, he had been humiliated for fifteen years, and he was really tired.

He wanted to kill himself!

With a smile of relief, Yang turned his heart sideways, and the fruit knife stabbed his heart fiercely!

Laugh at!

The blade of the fruit knife sank throughout, and scarlet blood stained the chest robe.

"It doesn't hurt that much. ”

Yang You only felt the coldness of the blade, but as for the pain, there was only a trace of it.

It's really just a hint of it!

A moment later...

"What's going on? Why haven't I died?"

Yang You pulled out the fruit knife, looked at his chest, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"How... What's going on?"

He saw that the blade wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye! The flesh wriggled and closed together, and in an instant, the wound was gone!

"Hell yes, are you dreaming?"

Yang You touched a handful of wounds, and it turned out to be intact! If it weren't for the blood stains on his clothes, he couldn't believe that just now, he inserted the fruit knife into his heart.

He stood up and jumped, moved his body, and found that he didn't even feel the slightest discomfort.

A bold thought crossed his mind, and Yang raised his right eyebrows.

"Do I have an immortal body?

Yang You eagerly picked up the fruit knife, gritted his teeth and slashed it on his arm!

Laugh at!

A long and deep knife mark appeared on his arm, and Yang You stared at the wound without turning his eyes!

Sure enough, the wound squirmed again, healing at a perverted speed, and in about a second, the arm recovered!

No scarring!

And this time Yang You felt it seriously, and it didn't hurt at all!

In order to test, he inserted himself a few more times, as before, not only did it not hurt at all, but the wound healed instantly!

At first, when I committed suicide, I still shed a little blood, but I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed, and I didn't even bleed.

"What kind of perverted constitution is this? It doesn't hurt, it doesn't bleed, it doesn't die!"

Yang right questioned as he stabbed himself with a fruit knife.

Puff~

Inserted and pulled out, inserted and pulled out, a little cold, itchy, Yang You suddenly found that this felt quite comfortable, more comfortable than massage.

The more he thought about it, the more awkward it became, and even he couldn't help but feel perverted by this abnormal thought.

Crunch~

Suddenly, the wooden door of Yang Right was opened.

"Your dinner has been delivered. ”

A housekeeper walked in with a meal and opened the door, and when he looked up, he saw Yang holding a fruit knife in his right hand, stabbing him in the abdomen repeatedly, and he still looked like he was enjoying it.

Bang!

The food fell to the floor, and the housekeeper's eyes darkened, and he fainted in fright.