After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

But the screen was still pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly, but as long as I calmed down, I could hear the faint sound of breathing.

She didn't know how long it had been, but when she was almost sleepy, the screen finally lit up.

A small figure crawled out from the fireplace. No wonder she couldn't see anything. She had blended into the environment.

The Fufente in the picture looked much younger than when she was brought here. She seemed to be no older than five or six years old.

But she learned her lesson this time. The age of vampires cannot be judged based on appearance.

Moreover, this cleverness and patient endurance are not like those of a five or six-year-old child at all.

Fufente was wearing a skirt that was obviously a few sizes too big, and she was very skilled at taking those unusual routes.

For example, in the grass, between the windows, in the pool... She suspected that if Fufente's current height did not allow it, she could even jump onto the roof to clear a way out.

Gradually, the road ahead looked familiar to her. It was Lucia's residence.

"Mother, I'm back." Fufente greeted cautiously.

There was a noise in the house immediately, and a person ran out quickly, "Fufente, my daughter, are you okay?"

Seeing Fufente become as dirty as a little black person, Lucia hugged her with a look of heartache.

Seeing Lucia's condition, Fufente leaned over lovingly, "Mother, I'm fine, are you okay?"

Lucia's tone suddenly changed, becoming more excited, "What about your father? Did he see you today?"

Looking at her expectant mother, Fufente could not help but tell the truth, "No."

Lucia was stunned. Fufente was used to it. She stretched out her little hand and gently hugged her, comforting her: "Mother, it's okay. You still have me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fufente staggered and was pushed to the ground.

"Useless, useless thing!"

"Can't you say something nice to please your father?

"And what about the skirt I made especially for you, and the court dance I taught you, have you danced for him?

"Were you afraid so you didn't go at all?"

Looking at her mother with red eyes, she felt scared at first, then gradually turned into heartache, and now she seems a little numb.

"No, I was blocked by them."

"Then you still didn't go. Excuses, all excuses!"

"How can the King of Children like you, who is so disobedient? You must be punished and taught a lesson."

Fear flashed across Fufente's purple eyes, "I know, mother."

What is today's punishment?

Water? Fire? Frozen? Hot? Knives...

When she came to the fireplace, she knew today's punishment, which was burning.

Without Lucia's words, Fufente rolled up her sleeves and put her hand in.

Bai Qingge frowned when he saw this. It was a vicious cycle.

For some reason, she felt a little worried.

Looking at Fufente who was gritting her teeth and forcing herself to endure without making any sound, a question couldn't help but pop up in her mind.

On the day when she witnessed Fufente's murder with her own eyes, was the other party really controlled by the church?

If you can be so cruel to yourself, then it doesn't seem to be difficult to be so cruel to others.

No, no, no, I must be thinking too much. After being together for so long, how could she not know what kind of person Fufente is.

Too many unpleasant things happened, making her, who was usually full of confidence, a little suspicious.

Fufente gritted her teeth and persisted, but her attention was not on the pain in her hand.

She wondered when her mother would call it quits this time, and when her hand would heal.

It's not so bad now, just the burning pain. The subsequent events caused by the wound will be troublesome... no, it's very troublesome.

Of all the punishments, she liked water best.

Not only will there be no follow-up problems, but after fainting it is equivalent to not being punished for very long at all.

Bai Qingge clenched his fists as he watched. The anger of the superiors always has to be borne by the inferiors, and this is most vividly reflected in the blood clan.

So no matter which world she goes to, she will never be content with the status quo, because ordinary people can never control their own destiny.

They are like dust in the air, their every move controlled by the wind.

With each breath, they could only drift with the situation.

Lucia looked at the raging fire in the fireplace, her eyes a little dazed, and quickly took Fufente's hand out.

And he apologized with great guilt, "I'm sorry, Fufente, I didn't want to do this, if possible, I would rather be the one who gets hurt.

"You must always remember that you are different from me. You are the king's child, the most noble vampire princess. This is the only thing that cannot be slandered by anyone.

"I can't get out, so I can only rely on you."

"It's okay, Mother." The pain in her hands was real, and the mother's concern was also real.

but......

"I knew you would help me. I really miss the king. I want to see his face and hear his voice..."

The concern she felt for him was always fleeting and then transferred to the man she had never seen before.

But just this little bit of concern was enough to make her willing to help her mother fulfill her wish.

After all, there was nothing else she could do except this, because she was born to live for her mother, so it was natural for her to do all this.

Until that day comes.

"Mother...is she dead?"

But when she heard the news, besides feeling confused, she also felt that the stone that had been weighing on her heart had finally been removed.

Big gulps of fresh air rushed into her lungs. She didn't even feel sad. She was just thinking, if her mother left, what should she do in the future?

The answer is to become fierce and stop being bullied. They are not mothers and have no right to punish themselves.

But this is obviously futile. Although some people do give up due to the difficulty, most people simply don't buy her tricks.

After all, who can a bastard kid threaten?

So besides being fierce, she also had to hide. She spent almost 90% of the day hiding in the dark, and the remaining time was spent getting food.

When she hid more, she found another answer.

Rather than appearing fierce and weak, the best solution is to make them feel bored.

After practice, she found that this method was indeed effective, whether for adults or children.

Just when she was about to adapt to this kind of life, her peaceful life was disrupted again.