Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

"Les Farah, you regard me as a belief, but I only regard you as a stranger. You always want to get any preference from me, or you can make me have all kinds of emotions because of you, but later I just found out that it's not because you really want favoritism, or because you really want me to have affection for you, it's just because you get self-satisfaction out of it."

"The choice I made was to treat you like a stranger."

"Les Farah, all the harm you have done to me is not enough to cause me to hate you, you are just a stranger to me."

"And all the benefits you have brought me, whether it is pushing me to the throne, becoming the king of this country to be admired, or whatever, will definitely not make me have any feelings for you. You are only my cognition after all. Just a stranger in the world."

Les Farah even had a picture of veins bulging because of Zhong Huan's remarks.

Zhong Huan, on the other hand, recounted all the already confirmed information more sharply.

"You always feel that you have no feelings, but you, who have gained an emotional foundation in my hypnosis, always want more, people are always greedy, just like you used to whip others with a whip, you can feel comfortable , It will be like whipping people to death again and again. In the emotions you created because of false hypnosis, if you are addicted to this moment, you can no longer control yourself. "

"Now you are suffering from this kind of emotion that can make you feel happy. I think it must be doubled emotions, but the mere doubled pain is obviously not enough for you to pay what you should pay to Borg Cecilia's price."

"Les Farah, I can never feel any emotion because of your presence."

Zhong Huan's expressionless face and empty but clear eyes are the best proof that he doesn't care about Les Farah's existence at all, and he doesn't care about all his pain at all.

"And now, I'm finally going to die," Zhong Huan no longer concealed the slightest bit of joy in Zhong Huan's heart. The words he said after being fully noticed by Les Farah pierced his heart again, and the words turned into sharp knives. Once it entered his heart, the wound might not heal for the rest of his life.

"I'm finally leaving this world where you exist. God knows how much I don't want to see you. Of course, not wanting to see you is not a special emotion, just like I don't want to see flies in front of me. It's like flying."

"I'm going to die, it's good news for me, it's good news for Borg Cecilia."

"And you, Les Farah, I allow you to live with the emotion of pain forever for the rest of your life without end in sight. You can't kill yourself, you can't self-destruct, eat three meals a day, at least To live for a full 30 years without facing death, I am looking forward to the whole process of your endless torment, from the start to the end."

And now, "Goodbye."

The blond boy lying on the bed closed his eyes forever. His death was not like a person who died after being tortured endlessly, it was like falling asleep peacefully and peacefully, even knowing his own breath Before saying goodbye, I said goodbye.But this farewell is not the reunion that many people say.

It is a separation between life and death...

never see again.

After all, Les Farah's faith was wiped out in front of him, and the little extra light in his eyes that was originally due to Zhong Huan's existence was also collapsing, shattering, and disappearing.

He roared out of his throat uncontrollably. He couldn't accept this fact at all, but he could only accept this fact. He even used great strength to cling to his non-sharp nails, not only piercing his palm, but even He also forcibly picked out a piece of meat.

His belief disappeared, but before his belief disappeared, he was required not to commit suicide, not to self-destruct, and to eat three meals a day.Although his faith had been wiped out and completely disappeared, Les Farah knew that he could not disobey Zhong Huan's order. Didn't he say to let him die when everything was achieved at the beginning?

Why, now, is it his light that dies?

Les Farah couldn't accept this fact. He wanted to drink alcohol crazily, wanted to be a waste in everyone's eyes, wanted to torture himself, and thought that one day he would die in self-torture, but his instinct was repeated again and again. Once warned him not to violate the command of faith.

He was tortured after drinking, his body was extremely unwell, and his spirit was throbbing non-stop. When the deep part of his heart felt like a needle prick, he forced himself to eat a bowl of rice again.

There are also matching dishes, although he will hold the trash can in pain and throw up for half an hour without slowing down.

But it doesn't matter, he will live, not for himself, just for the person he regards as his belief.

Les Farah spat out a mouthful of blood. He finally felt the discomfort of being spit out of blood from his body, but he knew that he would not die.He will be under the care of the best doctors.His food will be cooked by the best chefs, and even the place where he rests will be the most comfortable bed where people can fall asleep and rest.

he will not die.

He will always be alive, always alive, until he can no longer resist the approach of death, and then he will completely leave this world and go to the place where his belief is.

But Les Farah seemed to be thousands of miles away from that end, as if there was no end in sight at all, he could only count down silently, how many days were left before 30 years...

After 30 years--

Les Farah died under endless torture, but before he died, he showed a happy smile.

But what he couldn't imagine was that the demons living in hell would only tell him, "Is Borg Cecilia right? He died 32 years ago. Seriously, he died at the age of 13 even in that era." It also looks too young."

But obviously his faith died at the age of 15!

Les Farah saw the reincarnated Borg Cecilia in Hell, but the boy was definitely not the one he knew.

why?

No one will tell him the answer. The soul that leaves the body after death is theoretically no longer affected by the lack of emotion, but Les Farah still seems unable to be aroused by anything.

Only Borg... No, it's just a false name, the person who lived in Borg Cecilia's body didn't even tell him his own name.

how old is he?When is your birthday?What does it look like?Is it male or female?What do you like to eat?Why should he be treated like this when he is obviously not Borg Cecilia?

Les Farah had countless questions he wanted to ask, but there was no one in this world he could ask.

And the boy who has entered the new century and even entered the university, whose name is still Borg Cecilia, complained about the history of 30 years ago.

"Probably the only similarity between me and that great king is our names. What a coincidence, my mother is not from the Principality of Mirek, and I didn't know the name of the king at all before. It was just right to take the exact same name. Ahhh, I hope that students in college will not always complain about my name like high school."

"Great King Borg Cecilia, I would like to profess my faith in you every time I use electricity, use all the technology you bring, and eat all the food you find and command to grow! But please , and I must bless my college classmates to stop complaining about my name."

The boy with folded hands looked at him in a dazed manner. He didn't have any particularly exaggerated appearance. The just right handsomeness wasn't enough to make him a school grass, but he could still be a school grass.

The handsome boy is welcomed by many girls, but when everyone knows his name, they will always complain without malice, "You are really completely different from the man who claims to be able to charm demons."

"Hey! Even though the youngest Grand Duke in history, Les Farah, died last year, do you dare to openly tell us the nickname that the folks gave him when he was alive?"

"Isn't it? If there is no King Borg Cecilia, Les Farah will never choose to be a part of the slave rebellion. I'm afraid he would like all the slaves in this world, oh, also refers to my ancestors , and of course yours, they are all still just slaves to be tortured by him."

Another girl said, "But you have to admit that the portrait paintings of King Borg Cecilia left in his life are enough for him to be passed down through the ages, despite his notoriety as a pervert."

Les Farah has drawn too many fantasy pictures since Zhong Huan's death.

The lower half of the body was covered by the angel's wings, leaving only the upper body, bowed and looking fragile, but extraordinarily powerful, but overall so slender that it looked like a teenager whose neck could be cut off at any time .

Behind him is a terrifying vine that seems to be soaked in human blood, which is just a short distance away from him.

Everyone knows that this "Devil's Belief" is a painting that Les Farah has never seen a second time since he finished drawing it.

Even if the vines that seem to be stained with blood are printed with the family crest of Duke Les Farah.

This is still the painting he hates the most.

The young Borg Cecilia, who had just entered university, saw the painting, and rightfully admired it, "This is definitely left by the grand duke who became more perverted after the death of King Borg Cecilia. The best painting, and presumably his favorite painting."

Just don't want to admit it.

It's not because I don't want to admit that I believe in this person, but because I don't want to admit that I was bound by his words for 30 years before rushing to the embrace of death.

Suffering so many years of loss of faith, Les Farah was like the vines shown in paintings, never touching King Borg Cecilia despite his close proximity.

He didn't dare, he was afraid, he was looking forward to seeing that person again after death, and he was also afraid that he would be in hell after death, while the other person was far away in heaven.