Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

Brother Zili said that it was time for me to rest, so I fell asleep obediently. After relaxing, I felt soft all over my body, as if I had been sealed in some kind of box by dust, and I was so stiff that I hadn’t moved for a long time.It seemed that every bone was not in its original position, and it was scattered loosely on the bed.The ward was empty, and the silence was suffocating.But my brain was extremely excited, and I knew very well how much force I had used, so hard that I could hardly stand up.Every movement wants to grind Yuan Jiayue's face even more horrible, Yuan Jiayue, from now on, just stay at home obediently and don't move around.You know, I've never made it easy for people who do something to avoid responsibility.

I don't know how long I slept, maybe I didn't fall asleep because I was in a daze.I woke up when I heard someone coming in. Only my uncle walked in. At first I was curious to ask where Zi Li went, but I was wise enough not to ask. My uncle squatted in front of me straight staring at me.Of course I understand what he wants to do. Now that there are no outsiders, my uncle should ask me the reason for the murder.In fact, if you kill, you will kill. I have an incomprehensible feeling for those murderers who regret to die.You can reform yourself and say that I promise I won't kill people anymore, but why do you have to cry bitterly and say that I was wrong and I shouldn't kill him, I was just impulsive and now I regret it to death.

is that useful?If you repent so sincerely, can you save the dead or what?Subconsciously, I thought that this might save me from the death penalty?Is it just the fear of my own death?Everyone is saying the same thing at this time. I doubt whether I can find the template on Baidu. It would be more sincere to ask how to repent after killing someone?Anyone who says I would give anything is a lie.When the condition is one life for one life, they must be unwilling again, even if it is implemented in the end, but the concept of being willing to give and being asked for is different.

What's more, I have no regrets.

"I want her dead, she's messing with my brain." I didn't say any more, and I didn't want to.I want her to die, I know her, I am not a maniac who will lose his mind and kill people casually, I know what I want, and I believe my uncle knows it too.

That person is my adoptive mother, I don't really remember when it started, my mother passed away, when I was young, I just remember that since that day, the sun never wanted to waste the sun on me Already, the bare branches stretched out the overwhelming sense of suffocation, the family that made me feel a little bit of pride no longer belonged to me, everyone stood at the edge in unison, they watched me trapped in a dark corner Stop, crying and struggling to collapse but can't reach the soles of their shoes.

The contempt and false pity on their faces was like treating an ant.I think that at that time, they might not be so proud of stepping me on the soles of their feet, but the joy from the bottom of their hearts when they saw my struggling beyond my control and seeing me wagging my tail and begging for mercy like a dog.At that time, the self-pity in my heart was what scared me the most.

I was brought up by my adoptive mother. How could my "gentle" stepmother condescend to take me up? It's really ridiculous.Oh, of course I still live in this house, who would give up the chance to appreciate my humbleness?The adoptive mother is a very disgusting old woman. I said that she is like an old cow. She snorts disgustingly every day, and there is a bright smile on her face that is wrinkled into cow dung. The effect is like you can still see how the lights on the plane flicker at an altitude of [-] meters.

In fact, I really don't understand, what is she happy about?Obviously they are all the same, looking at other people's winks and acting with trepidation every day, maybe she is thanking God for giving me to her?Let her have a direction to vent when she is depressed to the point of collapse and wants to cry, and this kind of venting may even get her some rewards.