Xiyang Mourning

Cheng Xi ignored Zheng Yang who was kneeling on the ground, but picked up the whip he was caressing in his hand, shook his wrist, and swung the whip out. The sharp force made the sound of the whip breaking through the air, which made people feel palpitations.

Seeing Zheng Yang trembling with satisfaction at the sound, Cheng Xi walked over with a whip.

Zheng Yang became nervous when Cheng Xi tried the whip, and trembled even more when he heard the clear sound of breaking through the air.As Cheng Xi's footsteps approached, Zheng Yang trembled even more.

Because he lowered his head, he couldn't see Cheng Xi's face. All he could see were the feet walking towards him slowly. The pale feet because of blood loss made him feel frightened. Behind Cheng Xi, was Cheng Xi. He was heartbroken and self-reproached with little blood.

Seeing this, Zheng Yang buried his head lower unconsciously, his eyes swept over the whip tail hanging on the ground, Zheng Yang was a little lost in thought, maybe whether he can get out of this room today is a problem.

I have fainted here countless times, and today, perhaps this is the ending.No one knows how frightening Cheng Xi is when he is angry, but it also makes him unable to extricate himself.

Seeing that the open space in front of him was replaced by those familiar feet, Zheng Yang closed his eyes resignedly, waiting for the pain that belonged to him, which he deserved.

Cheng Xi looked at the kneeling person in front of him, and couldn't see the expression clearly because his head was lowered, but he also knew Zheng Yang's resigned expression.

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang like this, bursts of anger and sorrow exploded in his heart.

He raised Zheng Yang's head with the handle of the whip in his backhand, looked at Zheng Yang's unbelievable and cautious expression, and smiled.

Zheng Yang was a little surprised that the imaginary pain was replaced by the strength of his jaw, but when he looked up and saw Cheng Xi's smile, he felt uneasy.

It had been a long time since he had seen his master smile like this.He knew that his master loved to laugh, when he was happy, when he was angry, and when he satirized him. He also knew that the previous master never laughed like this.

In the previous information and photos of the master he got, the master also loves to laugh, but not in such a sarcastic, cold, and distressing way.

Zheng Yang didn't know whether it was the light in the room or the smile of the person in front of him. Zheng Yang felt that his eyes were pierced and hurt, but they were dry without tears.

He felt the handle of the whip removed from his chin, but he dared not lower his head again, or lower his gaze.

He knew, his master, that there was something for him to see.

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang who was still raising his head, and slowly lowered his gaze to the whip in his hand.

Cheng Xi slowly stroked and played with the whip in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth

"I seem to have told you how it came about, didn't I?"

When Zheng Yang heard it, recalling what Cheng Xi told him a long time ago, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, but he still answered Cheng Xi.

"Yes, master, you told me about the slave." It was whipped on him after being used by someone else, that person was Qin Haoyu, and that person died because of him.

Cheng Xi didn't speak when he heard the answer.

After a while, he asked again, "Do you regret it? It's about Qin Haoyu."

"Master, the slave doesn't regret it. If there is another chance, the slave..." Zheng Yang paused for a while before continuing, "I will still target him, and I will still send someone to trouble him, but I believe the slave, the slave will not Let him die, and the slave will not really hurt him. Because...he is the one you care about."

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang who clearly had a persistent expression, unexpectedly he didn't get angry, but unexpectedly felt sad.

Cheng Xi said coldly, "Because I care about Qin Haoyu, you will target him. Because you want the position of Patriarch, you will target my parents. Because you love me, you don't want others in my eyes, right?"

Hearing these words, Zheng Yang shook his head hastily, "No! No! Not your master! You are different, if you can always, slaves won't..."

Cheng Xi interrupted before he finished speaking, "If nothing happened to my family, you wouldn't have met me?"

After hearing this, Zheng Yang stared at Cheng Xi with wide eyes, "Master..."

If the master hadn't experienced those things, I wouldn't have met the master?Just... you won't meet your master.

Zheng Yang reflexively avoided Cheng Xi's gaze, "Master, slave..."

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang's expression, leaned over slowly, stroked Zheng Yang's face with a whip, and said something that he didn't know whether he was hurting Zheng Yang or him.

"Zheng Yang, Zheng Yang, I can let go of the past for you. I am moved and attracted by you. I am immersed in your gentleness and gentleness. I even like you and want to be with you." Cheng Xi slowly Slowly squatting down, looking directly at Zheng Yang's helpless eyes.

"And you? You let me know of Qin Haoyu's death the moment I made a decision. Do you understand that feeling? It hurts when your heart suddenly sinks, right, just like when you entered the door and saw It hurts like mine, doesn't it?"

Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi's red eyes, he wanted to stretch out his hands to hug him, but his hands were trembling, he didn't dare, he was not qualified.

"I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry... I'm sorry"

Master, the slave didn't mean it, the slave was wrong, please, please don't abandon the slave, don't abandon me.

Cheng Xi ignored Zheng Yang's sorry over and over again, he stood up directly, looked down at Zheng Yang, raised his right foot and stepped on Zheng Yang's shoulder, the tingling pain from the sole of his foot made him frown, but He still looked at Zheng Yang coldly and said

"Look, there are countless fragments on your body. You hurt, so I will hurt with you too."

Cheng Xi picked up the whip in his hand and shook it in front of Zheng Yang, "You said I hit you to vent my anger, and after you think I like you, I will hit you again, and I will treat you as mercilessly as before ? Or, in your eyes, my liking is so worthless?"

"No, no... not my master. Zheng Yang answered eagerly, but because Cheng Xi's foot stepped on his shoulder, he didn't dare to move," The slave doesn't know, the slave just doesn't know that you will like me ...slaves just...don't know. "

"Hehe, I don't know?" Cheng Xi stared at Zheng Yang coldly, "Anyway, Qin Haoyu's death was caused by you. This is a fact. Qin Haoyu is special to me. This is also a fact; it was you who broke the Our future, that's even more true."

Cheng Xi stopped, put down the feet on Zheng Yang's shoulders, squatted down and looked at Zheng Yang and said slowly and coldly, "So, what qualifications do you have to ask for my forgiveness, and how confident are you that I will use this Beat you with the whip that Qin Haoyu used."

Zheng Yang's eyes widened, and he grabbed Cheng Xi's shoulders with both hands. He shook his head eagerly, opened his mouth wide but spit out hoarse and broken syllables.

No, don't say it, master please don't say it, don't...

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and in a blur, it seemed that something slipped from the eyes of the person in front of him, followed by that cold voice.

"Now, you are not worthy, Zheng Yang"

Zheng Yang felt that something was broken in his heart, he felt that Cheng Xi passed him and left, he didn't dare to turn back, he was afraid, afraid of seeing Cheng Xi leave, afraid that he would never come back again.

The footsteps stopped, and then came Cheng Xi's voice, "Don't worry, I won't leave. After all, no matter how far you go, Master Zheng's people will definitely find me, right?"

Zheng Yang heard the footsteps sounded again, and then gradually disappeared, and fell to the ground no longer unable to bear it.

He curled up into a ball, his back was like a bow, and the tense muscles showed the pain of his master.

Zheng Yang's tears flowed down like a dike, wet the floor under him, he covered his mouth tightly, gasping for breath, he wanted to cry loudly, but found that he could only cry out like The roar of a dying beast.

The pain of tearing the vocal cords, the head is dizzy, the only thing I can think about is crying.

In a room full of instruments of torture, their owner, like a fish dying of thirst, leaves his ocean to be drowned by another ocean called Sorrow.