Demon Lord, he wants to be expelled from his teacher every day

Qin Chuyi forced himself to always remember the hard work of his mother for so many years and the mortal hatred with Bi'ange.

Consider their goodwill as a hypocritical win-win.

While cultivating hard, waiting for the opportunity.

He didn't expect that they would betroth Ling Shihuan to him.

Although he had no affection for her, he still accepted the marriage.

He thought that the most interesting thing is that extreme joy begets sorrow.

That night, the guests were all gone, and the joy was still there.

The Lings were half drunk and were about to go back when he suddenly threw a fit.

He still remembered that before the anger and shock in Ling Songyi's eyes faded away, he cut off his head.

Madam Ling rushed towards him like crazy and wanted to kill him, but he also pierced her heart with a sword.

Qin Chuyi did not kill Ling Shihuan.

After all, in the mother's narrative, she was not born at that time.

But what I didn't expect was that Ling Shihuan saw him not coming for a long time, worried that he was drunk, and came out to look for him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the corpses of him and his parents covered in blood.

Ling Shihuan stumbled and ran over, picked up Mrs. Ling's body, and asked him in disbelief, "Why?"

Qin Chuyi didn't answer him, but just raised his hand and knocked over the kerosene lamp on the table.

The candlestick turned over a few times, and a piece of lamp oil was spilled.

The fire started to spread.

"Ling Songyi killed my father..."

The bright firelight and the festive red complement each other, and Qin Chuyi tells the past.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the voices outside began to be noisy.

Qin Chuyi wanted to take Ling Shihuan away, but as soon as he met her, he was thrown away.

Her eyes were red and her whole body was trembling, she just said, "Get out!" and refused to look at him again.

The smoke was thick and the beams of the house began to collapse.

Without any further hesitation, Qin Chuyi stepped forward and knocked Ling Shihuan unconscious, took her out and placed her not far away before leaving.

When he returned home, he saw his mother wearing a new dress and delicate makeup, with a rare joy on her face.

On the table was a freshly cooked meal and a jug of wine.

He took a step forward and knelt down in front of his mother, his heart was empty and he couldn't express his sorrows and joys.

He just said, "I avenged my father."

Mother sat on the bed and didn't move for a long time.

He looked up and saw that his mother was smiling, but tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"mother?"

When the mother heard his voice, she came back to her senses and stretched out her hand to help him up.

As if nothing had happened, he wiped away his tears, smiled, and said, "Okay, good boy, let's toast your father."

As she spoke, she held his hand and sat down at the table. The first cup was poured on the ground, and the second cup was filled for him.

Qin Chuyi raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass.

However, the mother did not drink the wine in the glass.

She laughed suddenly, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes while laughing.

"Mother? What's wrong with you?" Qin Chuyi asked.

Mother wiped the corners of her eyes, stopped laughing, and looked up at him with a bit of bitterness on her face, "It's okay, I'm just so happy, you don't know how long I've been looking forward to this day."

As he said that, he couldn't help laughing again, "Hahahahahaha, what a pity, it's a pity that Ling Songyi didn't know who killed him until his death. And that bitch, if you know your identity, how wonderful it would be !"

Qin Chuyi remained silent, raising his hand to pour himself another glass of wine.

However, there was a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen.

He stretched out his hand to support the edge of the table before barely letting himself sit up.

When he looked up, he saw his mother was looking at him with a smile, with a bit of resentment in her eyes.

He seemed to understand something, and called out blankly, "Mother?"

The mother looked at him with a smile, but her eyes were wet, "You better stop calling me that, I'm not your mother."

The pain in the abdomen continued to spread, and Qin Chuyi couldn't help shaking.

"The ones you killed today are your parents." Qin looked at him and said cruelly.

"What?" Qin Chuyi slid off his seat in pain, his face was pale, and big drops of cold sweat fell down his forehead.

Qin stood up and walked in front of him, a trace of false pity flashed in her eyes, "Don't blame me, after all, I have raised you for so many years."

As she spoke, she picked up the veil and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Then who is to blame?"

She sat down on the chair and looked down at him with years of hatred on her face, "I was just a maidservant of the Ling family. I knew my status was low, and I never thought about it. But Ling Songyi provoked him first. Me. He said that my color is like a flower in spring dawn, he will never forget it when he sees it, and he said that he is happy with me, and he will give me a title to always be by his side, I believe it. "

When Qin Shi said this, she chuckled softly, but she didn't know who she was laughing at.

"But until I was pregnant, I didn't wait for his promise. Instead, I was discovered by that bitch. She poured me a bowl of red flowers in front of Ling Songyi, and drove me out of the house. It was still raining outside at that time , I don’t even have an umbrella. I have nowhere to go. I ended up marrying an innkeeper who is over fifty years old, and I have to bear children for him, how disgusting.”

Qin said, turning her head to look at him, "I'm pregnant again, you said it was a coincidence, that bitch was also pregnant, and when she went up the mountain to fulfill her wish, she became pregnant and lived in our inn. Tell me about me How can I let go of such a good opportunity. I bought the midwife, drank oxytocin, and exchanged my child with his child. Oh, her child is you."

Qin Chuyi fell to the ground, trembling all over, but still stared at Qin shi, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This alone is not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart. So I took some soft goods and carried you to Jinghuai. I said, your father was killed by Ling Songyi. I let you go to Bi'an Pavilion. His apprentice, and then..."

"Hahahahahaha..." Qin laughed again.

"My brother married my sister."

"The son killed the father."

"The child killed the mother."

"Hahahahahaha...a good show, really a good show."

Qin Chuyi's fingers clenched the ground tightly, leaving a trail of blood.

He stared at Qin's with tears in his eyes, "Shut up, you are talking nonsense."

Qin looked at him, "You are going to die, what's the point of me lying to you?"

"You bullshit!"

The poison has penetrated into the internal organs, and it is difficult for Qin Chuyi to speak, but he still repeats these three words over and over again.

pain.

The heart seemed to be taken out by someone, thrown on the ground at random, and trampled over and over again.

He was trampled bloody and smashed into mud.

The years spent by Qin's side and the time in Bi'ange alternately appeared in front of his eyes.

Qin Chuyi couldn't bear it anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was dark in front of my eyes.

He seemed to be dead, but he didn't seem to be dead.

There was a faint light ahead, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a boundless sea of ​​flames ahead.

A voice sounded in his mind.

"Your resentment is too deep. If you wish to burn the fire of death, go through seven calamities, and your soul is immortal, you can return to the world. Or you can let go of everything in the previous life, drink Mengpo soup, enter reincarnation, and start again."

After Qin Chuyi finished listening, he lowered his head to look at the raging fire in front of him.

jumped down.