I am fickle

The snow on Tushan was thick and heavy, and I couldn't help shivering, and gasped hard into my hands.I turned my head and glanced at the door of my mother's room in despair. Princess Jiang Shengxian of Shuifu has nothing to do with you anymore.

Jiang Keyuan took Jiang Wenlin's little hand, and looked at me arrogantly: "Where have you been, wild monster? We've been waiting for you until your legs are sore." door.

I looked down at the purple-black wound, clenched my fists and turned around. At that time, I was not their opponent.The resentment in my heart was getting deeper and deeper, I bit my white lips tightly, and almost pressed my thin body against the cold snow.Hunger and tiredness trap me tightly, but I know I can't stop, I want to stay awake and disappear from their sight.I twisted my thin arm with all my strength, only this kind of pain can stimulate my nerves.

How could Jiang Keyuan let me go so easily, bullying me is the happiest thing in his daily life, he pulled my collar, "Jiang Shengxian, are you promising, are you deaf?"

Before I could react, Jiang Wenlin slapped me, she smiled very briskly: "Brother Ke Yuan, some people still have to use their hands to discipline them."

I stared at her bitterly, wishing I could slit her face with a knife, "Disgusting."

Jiang Keyuan looked at me angrily, and choked my neck, "Can you scold me, too?"

"Why should an adopted daughter call me, Jiang Keyuan, I am the son of Tu Shan patriarch, what right do you have to treat me like this?" I widened my eyes and roared vigorously.

Jiang Wenlin's eyes turned red, this is the weakness in her heart, and I opened the wound under the fence.Jiang Keyuan sensed Jiang Wenlin's sad appearance, and punched me hard again: "Do you think anyone cares about you, your son-in-law? No one cares even if you die suddenly, Jiang Shengxian, you are the one who cares about us Poor wretch of the mountain."

I shook my head dissatisfied, and sat powerlessly in the snow: "I am the son of the son, I am the future king of Tushan..."

Jiang Keyuan seemed to be watching a joke, the black boots crushed hard on my hand, I gritted my teeth in pain, dense sweat oozes from my forehead.Only then did Jiang Wenlin show a smug smile, and squatted in front of me with a smile on her face: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that you are just an outcast. Your mother hates your father and doesn't even want to look at you. How can you treat us as Tushan?" king?"

Her laughter was harsh, I closed my eyes in despair, and said hoarsely: "No, no, I am the king, I am your king!!!" It is better to use this sentence than to tell them To deceive yourself, to make up a dream for yourself.

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in a field of snow, and there was nothing in the vast expanse of whiteness.I looked at all this barren powerlessly, and the pain in my fingertips was about to stiffen.

"I can't die, I'm the king of Tushan." Barely standing up, I need to find something to maintain my strength. Only by being alive can I have hope.

There were only large flakes of snowflakes around. It seemed that they were determined to kill me. I stared coldly at my stiff right hands, which were useless.

"Today's revenge will be doubled in the future." Unknowingly, a tear rolled down on the bloody little finger.

He grabbed a lot of snowflakes and stuffed them into his mouth indiscriminately, swallowing desperately, as if swallowing all the hatred and waiting for an opportunity to give them a surprise.

Lie down on the snow in a dazed state, protruding four cold words: "Evil ghosts are hard to forgive."

This year's snowflakes record my scars, and the next snowflakes will be your shrouds.