[Comprehensive] Villain BOSS professional account

Looking at the unfamiliar house, Xiaofeng couldn't fully wake up for a while.

In the dream, the men and women's cold voices and hideous and distorted faces entangled him tightly.

"It would be all right if you died," his father said.

"It would be nice if you died," said his stepmother.

Xiaofeng hugged herself subconsciously again, shrinking into a small ball.

"Finally woke up?" Sitting indulgently on the chair with the closed dual mode, stepping on the ground with his right foot and the chair with his left foot, he threw the wine glass on the table casually.

The wine glass shook a few times and stabilized.

Zongqing stood up, walked in front of Xiaofeng, bent down and approached him.

Xiaofeng wanted to back subconsciously, but he was grabbed by the shoulder indulgently. There was a wound on his shoulder, and he groaned in pain.

He sneered indulgently, "Looking at what you looked like yesterday, I thought you really didn't feel any pain!"

Xiaofeng just lowered his eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders indulgently, he didn't say anything more.

For the next whole day, Xiaofeng sat in the corner, still holding his legs with his hands, even burying them in his knees, the posture didn't even change throughout the day.

Zongqing suddenly felt that he had made a sculpture and came back as a decoration, "Aren't you going back?"

After a while, Xiaofeng raised his head slightly, "Go back?" His tone was vague and vague, "Where are you going back?"

"Where the Gray Wolves or Renqing are." He indulged in pulling a chair and sat down.

Xiaofeng hugged himself even tighter, obviously he was already in the corner of the bed against the wall, but he shrank back subconsciously, as if he hadn't thought about why Zengqin knew about him at all, and replied in a low voice, "Grey Wolf Everyone wants to kill me, so I can't go back, Renqing...... I, the troublesome god of death, shouldn't go to him, shouldn't cause him trouble..."

Looking at him indulgently and playfully, "Then you can live here temporarily!"

Xiaofeng didn't answer, but just hugged himself tightly.

He stood up and ignored him.

Probably there is really nowhere to go!Xiaofeng stayed behind.

He is really a very well-behaved child. He is very weak, but he will try his best to help with housework. Most of the time, he shrinks in a corner, and he basically does not speak at ordinary times. He is so quiet that it is easy to ignore him.

The child who was too well-behaved and obedient made Zongqing unable to raise the desire to bully him, so he didn't bother him anymore.

late at night.

Sitting on the Japanese-style corridor, the cold night wind blows gently.

Xiaofeng was still sitting in a huddled position in the corridor, looking at the moon with unfocused eyes.

Zongxin walked over and asked directly, "How long can you live?"

Xiaofeng hugged himself even tighter, his cold voice well concealed his fear and helplessness, "Half a month..."

Indulgingly leaning on the pillar and casually admiring the moon, "Really?"

The wind kept blowing at night.

Xiaofeng shivered slightly from the cold.

Raising his eyebrows indulgently, with a rare tenderness, he threw away the robe he was wearing.

The loose robe covered Xiaofeng's head, he stretched out his hand and lifted a corner of his head to look at Zongqing, "Aren't you cold?"

It's kind of cute to see him like a little animal hiding in a hole, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but sneered, "If I get cold, I'm really close to death."

Let’s not talk about the physical quality of the different-eyed witch, her energy connection with the world, etc., just say that her magic crystal attribute is the natal attribute, but fire, if she is cold, it is definitely the magic crystal and both eyes. Yes, the soul was seriously injured, and the rhythm was about to be absorbed by the law.

Xiaofeng didn't understand the meaning of indulging, he tore off his robe, wrapped it around himself, lowered his head, and said softly, "I'm cold...I've been cold all the time...No matter how much I wear, I can't shrink. It's so cold in a warm room......"

Too sentimental words, I don't really understand indulgence, so I shrugged and didn't reply.

"Hey? Indulgence, am I here?" Xiaofeng asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Indulgence was inexplicable.

"Am I here?" Xiaofeng lowered his head, saying he was asking, rather he was talking to himself, "I'm not here! I don't exist! That's why no one is looking at me, everyone is just here Looking at the puppet named Xiaofeng, I am inside the puppet, and no one is looking at me, as if I don't exist...No, I didn't exist in the first place!",

"What's so messed up?" He raised his eyebrows indulgently, "However, if someone doesn't exist, he can really not exist. If there is such an ability, I really want it!"

"Indulgence, do you wish someone didn't exist?" Xiaofeng asked.

"People I like and I don't like don't exist, first of all is my damn grandma, why isn't she still dead!" He cursed softly.

Xiaofeng pursed her lips, and after a moment of silence, said, "Grandma?"

He wasn't asking who Zengqin's grandmother was, but he didn't understand why Zengqin would wish his family didn't exist.

His parents brought him only fear and pain, and he never thought of hurting them. Otherwise, with his ability, it wouldn't take half a minute for him to kill two ordinary modern people.

He doesn't expect them to treat him well, as long as they don't hate him, don't abuse him, and don't turn a blind eye to him, he will be very happy.

But this wish has never been fulfilled, he thought, he must be not good enough, he must be wrong, otherwise why the parents who are so gentle to everyone else are so cruel to him alone?

But he worked very hard, very hard, very hard, but they never looked at him directly.

But even so, he never thought of hurting them, not even a thought.

And this kind of thinking is really incomprehensible.

"My grandma doesn't like me, and of course, I've never liked her." He shrugged and said.

Not knowing what to say, Xiaofeng pursed his lips and fell silent.

He tilted his head and looked at him "Hey, on the first day you were in a coma, you kept pulling my hand, saying that you didn't want to die, but I asked you if you wanted to live, and you said you shouldn't live, what is it? mean?"

Xiaofeng buried his head further into his knees.

Zong Qing didn't care about his obvious resistance to answering, and continued, "Then kept apologizing, as if you were sorry to the whole world."

Xiaofeng bit her lower lip.

Sitting down next to him suddenly, reaching out to hold his chin, forcing him to look up, she really doesn't like it when someone plays dead or puts on an ostrich pose when she says "I'm looking at you now."Read