Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

Although I don't know the reason at all, such inexplicable admiration is not a hindrance at all. Of course, I am happy that someone will serve him as a gunman.Anyway, I never cared about what is pity, what is morality, what is reciprocity, and no one can blame me at all.He didn't help his half-brother regain his self-confidence at all.

The knife delivered to the door should be used in a good place.One day you will involuntarily destroy the things you cared about the most, and you can only bite through the gall and swallow the bile yourself.

Yuan Zipei stood up cautiously, his eyes rolled uneasily, like a big spider.He seemed to have made up his mind before summoning up the courage to say, "Brother, I want to accompany you."

I was a little surprised, of course not surprised that someone wanted to accompany me, but I was more surprised that this guy still had the guts to refute.This is of course gratifying to him, but obviously I am not very happy. "Why do you?"

Seeing Yuan Zipei obediently standing at the door ready to lead the way, Lou Jingyang showed a strange smile, "Yuan Fan, you are the evil fruit planted by the Yuan family, the devil of the blood sacrifice of the Yuan family's ancestors."

After hearing this sentence, I nodded slightly, "You said it too, they asked for it."

I don't know what Yuan Zipei was thinking, now his eyes are slowly getting wet when he looks at me.I don’t know how to read minds, but his pity on me makes me feel unspeakably uncomfortable. It’s not that I feel underestimated, but a sense of disobedience, just like a mouse pitying a cat. You can only eat it. Meat and I can still eat garbage.I suddenly felt that I was not completely indifferent to my brother, at least for now, I sincerely pity him.I feel sorry for him who is not qualified but considers himself a Madonna.

I picked up the fruit knife beside me, poked the oranges that Yuan Zipei brought by the table until they were smashed, and then lightly nailed the knife to the table.

Yuan Zipei took a breath suddenly, followed Lou Jingyang out of my ward.

childhood

Yuan Zipei had always liked this brother when he was young, but every time he saw him, he would see someone in the family, as if he had exhausted all the dirty words he could think of to humiliate him, this beautiful child who was still a young child .

He couldn't help but feel nauseous after hearing such dirty words. Every time he would be taken away by his mother covering his ears, the mother would always gently say, children, don't listen to those words.What about brother?Isn't he a child?He is only one year older than himself.Everyone around him was so embarrassed, so what about Yuan Fan who was pointed at his nose and insulted?

Anyone can do such a thing, even the lawn mowers in the yard can come up and kick him, as if he is a tool for people to vent their anger.Yuan Zipei was different, as he walked by, there was always someone who bowed humbly and called young master.In fact, he also knew that Yuan Fan's most humiliating thing was when the two of them were together, and the servants locked him up roughly, as if he was afraid that he would dirty the young master's eyes.That comparison is the strongest insult.

At a time like this, who would have thought that Yuan Fan was the upright young master of the Yuan family?

Yuan Zipei doesn't remember exactly what Yuan Fan looked like when he was a child when he faced these humiliations. In his memory, only when he was only two or three years old, when he first came to Yuan's house, Xiao Yuan Fan was confused at first.That delicate little prince-like child, his big clear eyes were full of puzzlement, followed by the joy of seeing his companion, that kind of pure affection.