When the black-bellied fox Gong meets the cold, gorgeous and cute Shou

At the age of 14, Leng Qianxun finally began to feel the taste of despair.

Maybe torturing him with poison could not wash away the hatred for his parents in that man's heart.The man looked at Leng Qianxun's gradually widening eyebrows, and finally succeeded in doing something that would make him completely desperate...

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He no longer has to keep company with poisonous bugs.

Because, he has a new role.

The man said that from now on, he will be his favorite.

He couldn't remember how many times his body was pressed down by men, the only thing he remembered was the bone-piercing pain.

From the first time, the pain spread from the body to the heart all the way.

The bloody and bloody skin that was bitten finally formed a scab, and then the man would bite it open with his teeth. The original smooth and white skin was destroyed horribly. The man said that he hated his mother, and he had a picture that was very similar to his mother. Face, so, as it should be, he is the substitute, the vent.

Qian Xun, your father won't come to pick you up, he knew early on that you would become my toy, and when I got bored, you would still die by my hands.

This is what men will say to him every time they press him down.

His body was filled with various poisons, and his sea-blue eyes had changed color.

He was locked on the big bed in the cabinet of Luo Xiaodian, without any clothes to cover his body, like a dog, chained around the neck, without freedom, and could only let the man ask for it at will when he got up...

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The deepest memory in his memory was when his mother sat under the kapok tree she liked and told stories to him and A Li.At that time, the sun was just right, shining on the mother and A Li, warm and warm.

Mother often told him and A Li that it is a wonderful thing to be alive.

But now, he felt that his mother was not only a liar, but even what she said was not true.

Now, he only felt that it would be better to be dead than dragging his broken and bruised body that was played around by others.

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When he was 15 years old, he no longer cared about dignity. Ever since that man carried him, who failed to commit another suicide attempt, he sneaked back to the Lengjiabao. Standing outside the door, he saw his father, mother and Ah Li alive. After the scene of how happy he was, he completely changed.

The smiles on their faces were so happy, as if he had never existed in this family.

Father no longer remembers the promise he made to him at the beginning, and the corners of mother's eyes are no longer sad.

And his little Ali has already forgotten the vows he made, and also the elder brother who was abandoned and saved him.

Should have known from the beginning, right?

Father is a liar.

So is my mother.

Even Ah Li...his favorite Ali, seems to be too...

He was the only one who was dragged into the abyss by the man who liked to hide in the dark, and he was the only one who struggled painfully in the blood and darkness.

That night, all his lights of hope were wiped out, and all his warm expectations turned into running water.

That night, he cried quietly for a long time under the man, but for the first time, he didn't resist.

Is it painful?painfully.

Still struggling?

No, he didn't want to struggle anymore, because hatred took root in his heart.

He wanted to, to see them suffer.

Mother said, if someone loves you, you have to repay them with more love than others.

But now, he feels that if even family affection has abandoned you, and parents have abandoned you, then why do you have the emotion of love?

People who have gone through such pain and torture, I am afraid that even their hearts can be given up, right?

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Outside Luoxiao Hall, bloody begonias have been planted since I don't know when.I heard that the man planted it specially for him.

Perhaps, even the man didn't know how perverted his psychology towards him had become.

At least, what he can know is that men like his body.

He began to learn to love, to please the man he hated, just to make him let go of his guard and let go of his shackles.

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He faced the risk that his life would be worse than death if he was found out, so he memorized all the secrets of the man's mind and read the poison refining secrets hidden by the man...

There have been several times, and every time I finished watching some, it was as thrilling as walking around before the gate of hell.

And whenever night falls and the Dark Cliff is shrouded in darkness, it is the beginning of his most painful period.

His slender and thin body has long been dilapidated, but the cold pain deep in his heart has become thin and insensible time and time again.

Why, he has to bear these, why, he must struggle and be reborn in this darkness?

he asked himself.

The cold wind dragged and swayed the flower branches like a sigh, and no one could answer his question.Just like when he experienced despair for the first time, those people watched him being tortured by men, but they didn't dare to come forward and say something for him.

In this world, most people are cold-blooded and ruthless, and the spring flowers and the moon are warm. This is a luxury that people can't ask for...

It was the man who was lingering all night, and the one who was happy was the man, and he had changed from the initial pain and despair to the current indifference.

There were hideous wounds all over his fair skin, he didn't pay attention to it, he just half-kneeled on the cold, blood-stained bed, looked up at the moonlight outside the window, and let the wounds of the man on his body flow out The blood in the blood was cleaned up one by one, and there was no fluctuation in the cold and beautiful eyebrows, as if there was no pain.

It suddenly started to rain outside the window, and the raindrops fell obliquely on the window sill along with the wind, and bit by bit, it wet the wooden window coffin.Because of the effect of the medicine, his eyes that have turned bright purple slightly lifted up, looking at the blood-colored crabapple in the rain, he seemed to have suddenly thought of the answer to the question that no one could answer just now, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, he smiled crazily. The blood is cold and thin.

why?

Because...he wants to make all those who make him suffer...

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The weather in Nancheng is warmer in July, and the passage from the outside to the inside of Lengjiabao seems to have been remodeled. All the white crabapples in the hibiscus garden have been pulled out, leaving only thin kapok.

The purple irises are scattered on both sides, and the irises that have withered, seem to have lost their original beauty.

He returned to Lengjiabao again because he told the man that he wanted a toy.

He knows what to say to make a man help him, and he also knows what to do so that a man can help him...

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The scorching blood flowed on the land of Lengjiabao, and the fire spread from Hibiscus Garden to Zhenxi Garden.

He was finally able to come out of the darkness and stand in front of his mother and father in an open and honest manner. However, time has changed and things have changed, just like his abolished Xiyuan, his affection for his father and mother has long since disappeared. Grinded clean by that long-term despair.

The blood murderers under the man's family slaughtered the Lengjiabao from top to bottom.

He passed by Erhuang's side, and could vaguely hear his slight groan before he died.

The housekeeper's bloody and old fingers tightly held the hem of his pure white clothes, and the blood stained his white clothes. He lowered his eyes and looked indifferently at his hand holding his hem, and at the stained white clothes. The thorns are red, I don't feel disgusted, but I don't feel pity either.

Everything will end this night.

Because of the effect of the medicine, his eyes had turned bright purple, reflecting the flames that burned everything, he gently pulled back his clothes from the hands of the dead housekeeper, turned the short dagger in his hand, and was alone. Went to Muxiao Pavilion.

The expression on his mother's face was so complicated that he couldn't tell, and his father looked at him with infinite shock.

"Are you still alive?" This is the first sentence his father said to him after a long absence.

"Well, I'm still alive." The bright purple eyes lowered slightly, covering all the emotions in them, but the dagger in his hand passed through his father's heart precisely at that moment.

Look, father, you really lied to me. In fact, you never thought of bringing me back at all...

"Father." The blood of his father slid down the dagger into his palm, carrying the little warmth left in his body, warm, but unable to fill the bone-chilling coldness in his heart...

His father, who lost his strength because his life was about to be lost, knelt down on the ground slowly in front of him.

The mother was so shocked that she couldn't speak, but she couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as he pulled out the dagger in his hand indifferently.

He called his father for the last time, with the little desire for family affection that was left over the years.

"Qianxun..." Mother's voice was trembling, and she no longer had any strength.

Life was draining from her slender body, and the gentle and beautiful face that had always remained in his memory looked a little ferocious and terrifying at this moment.

"Don't touch Ah Li..." These were the last words his mother said to him. He listened, but only slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The blood spread and flowed along the ground, reflected in his pair of bright purple eyes, with indifferent sarcasm.

Ah Li fell to the ground and didn't say a word, but opened his beautiful ice-blue eyes, staring closely at his bleeding hand.

He followed his gaze to look at his hand, and slowly came to him.

With the hand stained with the blood of his father and mother, he gently covered the side of Ah Li's face, bent slightly, and met his beautiful ice blue eyes. The previous pampering, the smile on the lips, gentle but cruel.

"Brother..." A Li raised his hand and gently grabbed his sleeve, just like what A Li would do when they called him when they walked from Hibiscus Garden to Zhenxi Garden. Just now Good strength, familiar and hard to ignore.

His body was trembling slightly, and his beautiful eyes reflected him in white clothes soaked in blood.

"A Li." The weight from the sleeve seemed to make his movements pause for a moment, the indifference in the purple eyes was diluted by the voice of brother, and the dagger in his hand was put into the sleeve at this moment, He lowered his eyes, and gently touched Ah Li's warm face with his cold fingertips that were covered in the blood of his father and mother.

Blood stained Ah Li's fair face, he lowered his eyes to look at the tears in the corners of his eyes, was silent for a while, then suddenly squatted down, half kneeled in front of Ah Li, and gently hugged him into his arms.

Just like when he was a child, when A Li cried, he would hug him.

"A Li, now, there are only two of us left." He hugged A Li, let his head rest in his arms, the smile on his lips faded from the bloodthirsty, as if he had returned to before he was 12 years old during that time.

His slender, bloody fingers stroked A Li's long black hair lightly. He hugged A Li tightly, and said to him in the gentle tone he used to speak to little A Li when he was a child: "A Li, you have grown up. From now on From now on, you will be me, I will be you, and I will be the only one who can treat you well..."

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