"You've never liked my mom!"

Zhao Xiang stood next to the stove in the kitchen, put down the kettle with a "bang", and shouted loudly to his father.

The original crisp voice was now sharp, distorted and even a little torn because of the excitement.

"You've never liked my mom!"

Zhao Xiang threw down the kettle suddenly.

The kettle shattered——, and the boiling water inside spilled on the ground.

not only splashed on Zhao Xiang's cheeks, but also shot at the third brother Zhao Fei, who was closest to him.

Crackle, crackle.

Zhao Fei rushed forward, slapped Zhao Xiang twice in a row, and then shouted angrily:

"Rabbit cub, you are blind, you dare to deliberately scald me with boiling water, do you want to kill me?

"Third brother, how did you know until now? Even if this little rabbit's mother didn't die three years ago, isn't he still uneducated? Hmph, you see our mother, you have to be cultivated and cultivated, and you have to look good, how can you look like his mother? Hehe, that's an embroidered pillow and a bag of grass, and it's only worthy of teaching such a stupid and stupid pig!"

The second brother Zhao Yun, who was standing behind Zhao Fei, snorted coldly in his mouth, he glanced at Zhao Xiang with contempt, and immediately took Zhao Fei's words and continued.

Zhao Xiang's face was so angry that his face turned blue, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"What, I'm not convinced, isn't it?" Zhao Long, the eldest brother who had never given Zhao Xiang a good face for many years, finally opened his mouth and shot at him with a language like a snake and scorpion, "You are born to Dad's little wife, you say, what good things will not be born to the little wife?!

Zhao Xiang's voice was sharp, and he pointed at the devilish eldest brother with a trembling index finger, and his face turned blue with anger:

"You, you, you ......"

"What are you, is your eldest brother Zhao Long wrong?" A woman like a flower and jade, her face was full of anger, and her voice was ten times colder than the cold wind outside the house, "Zhao Xiang, although your mother is not much worse than the woman in the kiln, at least she still calls me Hua Lanxiang a sister." Before she died, she entrusted you to me with tears and snot, and begged me to discipline you well in the future, alas, my hard-working sister, my sister has no way to care about this precious son you gave birth to!"

Hua Lanxiang's voice was high, her hands were on her hips, and she pointed at Zhao Xiang and scolded hoarsely:

"Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and rats give birth to sons who make holes. A woman like a stinky ** will give birth to a good son? You, a little beast who is not as good as a pig and a dog, actually scalded your third brother with boiling water at a young age? You are really as poisonous as a snake and scorpion, and you ...... to your father."

"You're not a thing, you're the stinky ** in the kiln, Zhao Long, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Fei are beasts, beasts, beasts!"

Zhao Xiang's face was flushed, and the grievances he had suffered in the past three years had collapsed all his reason at this moment, and he suddenly poured out.

He didn't choose what to say, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

Hua Lanxiang trembled, her face suddenly turned pale, her body shook, and she quickly fell on top of his man:

"Zhao Ming, you, look at this good son you gave birth to, I can't bear to live with such a well-bred son of yours anymore! Today, if he doesn't leave this home, I will leave this home, leave forever, and never come back!"

Quickly lifting the head resting on Zhao Ming's shoulder, Hua Lanxiang picked up a bowl of hot sauce on the stove and fell to the ground hard:

"I solemnly warn you, Zhao Ming, with him without me, with me without him!"

There was a strong smell of chili peppers in the room.

A fierce, muscular flower dog walked into the kitchen wagging its tail, sticking out its long red tongue and sucking on the black-red chili sauce that had been splashed on the floor.

In the kitchen, the pungent smell of people is everywhere.

A small piece of broken porcelain jumped up from the ground and slashed across Zhao Xiang's naturally open left palm.

Immediately, on Zhao Xiang's frozen red left palm, a deep groove was cut, and bright red blood oozed from the groove.

Holding back tears, he quickly brought his left hand close to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and sucked the blood from his palm.

The salty, bitter blood immediately stirred a storm of bitterness, pain, and anger in his heart.

Hua Lanxiang took a broken step and glanced at Zhao Xiang viciously.

At the moment of stepping out of the kitchen door, his body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, leaving a painful back.

Smack - Zhao Xiang felt a pain in the back of his head, he took the palm of his left hand that was open to his mouth and sucked it, and suddenly turned to look behind him.

He saw his father.

This father, who gave birth to his father and raised him for ten years, but never gave him a good face and a good voice, dropped this fist on his head, heavy, heavy, and broke his heart!

All family affection is shattered, all expectations are flying, and all dreams are hammered out!

Zhao Xiang had long realized that there would be this day!

Especially when his mother left him three years ago to go to another shijie, he knew that this day was not far away!

He never left this house, because there was still his biological father here!

Although Hua Lanxiang is not his biological mother, and although the three sons she gave birth to with her have never had a good voice for him, he vaguely feels that his father still loves him deeply!

However, this feeling of pity was shattered by his father's fist.

It was as if a slender and weak ray of light was swallowed up by dusk and crushed by the night.

He listened numbly as his father said to him with cold and utter utterness:

"Little brute, you get out with me, get out, get out, roll as far as you want, I don't want zaijian to you, our family doesn't want zaijian to you!

Zhao Xiang straightened his fur hat, which was made of two cat skins, which his mother had left for him a few days before she died.

He subconsciously rubbed his right hand on his shabby green cloth cotton robe.

He bit his lip desperately, trying to calm his emotions and look at his father.

"You've never liked me, never, I know, you know everything. Zhao Xiang seemed to be looking at a familiar stranger, and his calm voice contained great pain, "I doubt, are you my father, is it my father? ”

Zhao Ming looked indifferently at his ten-year-old youngest son, Zhao Xiang, as if facing a wild cat and wild dog.

"Even if you don't like my mother, then I'm your own child, weishenme always looks at me coldly? give birth to me and don't ask me, am I not as good as this flower dog sucking hot sauce on the ground? Now I seriously ask you, are you human, Dad?!"

The muscles in the corners of Zhao Ming's eyes twitched, and his cloudy gaze swept like lightning from the flower dog sucking hot sauce on the ground, and seemed to inadvertently sweep over the calm and painful face of his youngest son Zhao Xiang, through the kitchen door, looking into the unknowable distance.

"I'll go, of course I'll go, everything you have done to me, I will keep it in my heart and remember it well. When I reach the day I achieve supernatural powers, I will repay you well, everything you gave me, and everything I gave my mother. ”

Zhao Xiang looked at his father who was cold and silent, his voice was very calm, without a trace of waves, and he didn't look like a ten-year-old child at all.

Zhao Xiang's second brother Zhao Yun sneered and said:

"Who do you think you are? Do you think that cultivation is so easy to cultivate? Will you have the day when you will be cultivated? You say, tell me, can a toad eat swan meat? You can't even eat a swan fart, and you still want to cultivate the truth? Do you think it's so easy to cultivate the truth? Bubble pee and take a look at your sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, stupid, and delusional to fix something? It's ridiculous, hehe, I heard the funniest and happiest joke on shijie!"

"Second brother, you're absolutely right. Zhao Xiang's eldest brother Zhao Long is tall and tall, and he poured mocking and contemptuous sewage on the short and thin Zhao Xiang, "He is only worthy of washing our brothers' feet with water, and he is only worthy of cooking in the kitchen." Want revenge? Hehe, I don't think until the sun hits the west, unless there is an egg rolling out of the rooster's ass, hehe, maybe by then, he will have the slightest possibility. ”

hahaha, hahaha, haha—the three brothers couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was like a sharp knife, cutting every inch of Zhao Xiang's skin.

Angry flames erupted in Zhao Xiang's eyes, and his lips trembled violently.

After Zhao Fei exaggerated and shouted, he carried out the sarcastic blow to the end:

"Big brother, second brother, father, don't waste any more time, this little poor is as annoying as his dead mother. Let him go, stand in front of me, that's how much an eyesore it is, standing for a minute more will make me uncomfortable and uncomfortable, this is uncomfortable, it really kills me. Zhao Xiang,"

He suddenly leaned over to Zhao Xiang, showed a contemptuous look, and whispered in his ear:

"Hey, little rabbit, why are your eyes so wide open, why do you want to eat me? Hmph, just give you that chance, forgive you for not having that dog guts. , get out, get farther away, slow down, hey, see if I don't break your dogleg!"

Such cynicism, contempt and contempt have been commonplace and a piece of cake since Zhao Xiang can remember, and it is almost a daily repertoire, which can be said to be long-lasting.

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhao Xiang's cold gaze swept over his father standing in the kitchen one by one, swept over his three sons Zhao Long, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Fei who surrounded his father, and finally stopped on the cold and cold face of his father Zhao Ming, who seemed to have no feelings.

"Since neither of us mother and son have ever looked at me, never," Zhao Xiang stared at his father, his voice was strangely low, and he said word by word, "Take out my mother's ring, take it out and give it to me, it's not your thing." ”

Zhao Xiangqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, and stood by the stove, standing very calmly, as if there was no trace of anger.

Everyone in the room looked at him indifferently, as if to the air, without the slightest emotion.

In their eyes, maybe I'm not even an ant, right?

It must be so, Zhao Xiang thought.

However, his eyes were still calmly fixed on his father, Zhao Ming.

He stares calmly, as if without the slightest emotion.

No one saw that his heart was dripping blood, aching, howling.

No! Not a single one!

In fact, every bone, every skin, and every cell of him was filled with monstrous anger and wild hatred.

This hatred and anger, if it erupted, would have distorted his pale face, and would have made the long finger mark that had crossed his face from the upper left corner of his forehead to the right chin twitch and flip.

Let him look more like an extremely ugly little devil, a little madman, a little monster!

It's just that he buried this terrifying hatred, anger, and resentment deep in his heart.

He knew that now was not the time to be angry at all, his liliang was too weak and unworthy of mention, and he couldn't even fight the flower dog sucking the chili sauce on the ground now!

Forbear!

Only forbearance!

I want to promise Grandpa Hu!

I'll go and promise him right away!

Xiuzhen!

Go fix the truth!

I'm going to fix the truth!

I want to become a powerful immortal as soon as possible!

I vow to cultivate the powerful mana of the immortals as soon as possible!

No matter what hardships I endure, no matter how many sins I suffer, I will not regret it!

When the day I succeed in cultivating, I will take back the humiliation, torture, and pain that our mother and son have endured over the years—all in Zhao Ming, Hua Lanxiang, and the three sons they gave birth to, and I will find all of them!"

"Give me my mother's ring, give it to me!"

Zhao Xiang's calm tone, clear eyes, and still standing body all interpret unquestionable.

"Broken ring, take it! I know that you won't have any interest, even this broken ring that can't hold the table has to be taken away, do you think this is some kind of great treasure?!"

Zhao Ming's cloudy gaze was firmly fixed on Zhao Xiang, and his voice seemed to be three points colder than the cold air coming from the depths of the ground.

He took out a ring from his bosom and placed it heavily on Zhao Xiang's outstretched left palm.

The ring is the size of a thumb, crisscrossed with cracks, and the color is gray and dull, telling the long and vicissitudes of time.

"Get out, don't let me see you again! just let me see again, even if it's a shadow, I'll break your dog's leg!"

A ring the size of a thumb landed on Zhao Xiang's palm.

Zhao Xiang's five fingers immediately clenched it, and an unusually cool feeling quickly spread from his left hand to his whole body.

He turned around immediately, without looking back for a single look.

Now he no longer has nostalgia for this so-called home, and what this home leaves him is not warmth, but coldness.

Zhao Xiang slowly stepped out of the kitchen door and walked outside the windy room.

Behind him, the ruthless and indifferent ridicule was like a whip, whipping his torn heart to blood.

"As long as he still wants to cultivate the truth, I think, only a fool will accept him as a disciple!"

"This idiot, this idiot, what can you expect him to do in this life? revenge? don't even think about it, haha!"

"That's right, this little deflated san is so ugly, and his ability is so poor, living in this world, even being a chicken and a dog is a hundred times stronger than him, how can anyone accept him as a disciple? Hmph, hmph, do you want revenge? What's the difference between that and daydreaming?!"

"If I were him, hehe, I would hit my head against the wall and die, hang myself with a rope, and never be embarrassed to show myself boring, I bah!"

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