The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"bell!"

"I heard that someone in the city will take you home, is it true?"

A group of childish little boys ran over, with expressions of reluctance or grievance that couldn't be told.

The little girl sitting in the wheat field froze for a moment, then slowly shook her head, "Grandma didn't tell me, and I don't know."

"I'm lying to you! I saw it just now, the cars in the city have all driven to the foot of the mountain!"

"Ling, you're leaving, so no one will catch river fish with me from now on..."

"Be sensible. Ling is different from us. Ling's family members are all in the city, so Ling will go back to the city sooner or later."

"That's right, we should be happy for Ling. Ling will be reunited with her parents soon, and I heard that there are many delicious and interesting things in the city, and there are colorful square boxes!"

"Stupid, that's called a TV!"

"But... I still miss you, Ling, will you come back to see us?"

The village is small, with less than ten households in total. In the era of modern society, they still live a traditional farming life. There is no electric light at night, and they can only light oil lamps for lighting.

Several mountains blocked the way out, so it was almost isolated and backward.

She has no name, and the grandmother who picked her up and raised her called her Bell, so everyone in the village called her by that.

Because, on the day I picked her up, besides the baby's swaddle, there was also a wind chime, so I called her bell.

She has been growing up in this secluded village. The only sky she can see is the blue sky from the top of the mountain. Her life is so poor that she can spend a whole day watching the sunrise and sunset.

But the children who grew up together in the village are very good, everyone likes her very much, and did not laugh at her because she was picked up, and even fought over who should be the elder brother, and finally argued endlessly, it was still Ling's grandmother Come to uphold justice, everyone is an elder brother, and the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother are arranged according to age.

Murata from the next door was the only child younger than Ling who couldn't be an older brother. When he heard that he could only be a younger brother, he squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

In the end, Ling picked a bunch of wild chrysanthemums in the field and gave it to Murata, and Murata barely stopped laughing.

However, the joy and carefreeness came to an abrupt end on the day he was taken out of the village.

The partners in the village were reluctant to part with it, but they were happy for her, thinking that she would be able to reunite with her family soon after she left the village, and that she would be able to live in a big city soon. In their eyes, a big city is the happiest place. Many things that are not available in the village.

At that time she thought too.

She was taken back to the city, and she was about to have a home soon.

"Miss Zhiying, you are distracted again."

Following the old servant's scolding.

The long ruler was drawn in her palm, and the servants of a family were basically controlled by this old servant. No matter who had any thoughts, they would become obedient dolls in the hands of this old servant. Her sex methods have always been trusted by the head of the whole family.

So when this foot was struck down, it was excruciatingly painful.

The little girl who was kneeling on the ground trembled, her eyes reflexively burst into tears due to the pain.

"Miss Zhiying, it's not that the old servant wants to treat you badly, but the master of the house has ordered you to become a famous young lady within a month. You also know that you grew up in the mountains and want to transform into a family of the same family. It's very difficult to look like a young lady, but as long as you listen to me and do it obediently, things won't be so difficult."

The old slave spoke arrogantly, put the water basin on the ground into her hand again, and lifted her hand with a ruler above her head.

"You have to take care of this basin. Once it falls down, what awaits you is not just a ruler."

The bottom of the basin was bigger than her head, and her arms were shaking as she raised it above her head.

At first, she knocked over the water basin before she could lift it up, and the old servant beat her palm three times with a long ruler. She was so painful that she shed tears, and when she fell down again, the number of times she was beaten increased.

So she could only bear it desperately, holding the water basin, her whole body was shaking.

The family where Ling was brought back was named Ishi, and she had a new name, which sounded nice, called Ishie Zhiying.

On the way back, she imagined many kinds of pictures after being taken home.

Is it like the younger brother of the Murata family next door, his mother will cook delicious dishes for him, and his father will break off branches to make toys for him. Every time he takes the toys made by his father, she will be envious from the bottom of her heart.

But she didn't tell anyone about her envy, because she has no parents, no home, only one grandma.Grandma doesn't know how to do these things. Her request will definitely make grandma sad.

But... She is about to have parents, so can she no longer hide the envy in her heart?

Is it possible to tell your parents what you think like Murata's brother, so that you can eat delicious dishes and get toys made by your father.

Before being taken back to the family of the first family, she heard from her grandma that the one who took her back was a big family.

Grandma said that by then she will have many relatives, and it will no longer be as boring as in the village, and it will be lively when sitting together for dinner.

She is also looking forward to it and jumping with joy.

However, when she arrived at the door of the family of the first generation, there were no relatives she expected to greet her, only a few servants with indifferent faces.

She didn't see her father, and her mother, it is said, died of illness long after she was born.

When eating, across the long table, she was in a small place at the far end. The man they called the Patriarch was her father. clear.

At that moment she was at a loss.

Isn't he her father, aren't they relatives Why didn't he even look at her when she came back.

He looks serious, and people around him speak respectfully to him, but he can also laugh.

But she was like an inconspicuous speck of dust, she couldn't even catch a single look from him.

At first, she asked the old servant who was in charge of killing her naively and sadly, "Father brought me back, why didn't he come to see me?"

The old servant smiled indifferently, probably to laugh at her innocence, "Miss Zhiying, the Patriarch has many children, and there are even more talented children than you, not to mention that you were born in a concubine. The mantra, was not put to death at the time of birth, it is already the grace of the head of the family."

She grew up in the mountains, and she didn't understand what concubine was, nor what spell power was.

It was just from the old servant's tone that he understood that her father didn't like her very much.

So she was even more puzzled, "Then why did he take me back?"

The old servant showed an impatient expression: "Because you have a marriage contract, the Wutiao family asked about your news, so the Patriarch had no choice but to bring you back."

She still didn't understand, but she didn't dare to ask any more, for fear that if she continued to ask, she would be punished with a slap on the palm of her hand.

Although the old servant was full of impatience towards her, but according to the traditional concept of superiority and inferiority in the family, when she spoke to Ling, she still had to answer every question, every time she spoke to you.

It was difficult for her to understand such bureaucratic words.

She really understood the reason why the Yishi family took her back. One night, she woke up with pain in her palms and bruises in her knees, and heard the conversations of the maids on night shift.

——"This wild girl from the countryside just doesn't know good and evil. Our family is a big family in the magic world. When a child is born, he can tell whether he has inherited the spell. Children who don't inherit the spell have long been executed. Yes. If it wasn't for her having a capable mother who was good friends with the wife of the head of the Wutiao family and engaged her in a marriage contract, she would have saved her life. Otherwise, how could she have been sent to the countryside to be raised until she was five years old? She had been with those Killed in secret like a child born without magic powers."

"However, will she really marry Liuyan from the Wutiao family? If she does marry into the Yusan family, we will treat her like this now... for fear that she will retaliate in the future."

"Hey—how is she worthy? The young master of the Yusan family was born noble, and a waste like her who can't even inherit the art is not even worthy of carrying shoes for others. Hey, don't you find it strange that since Miss Zhiying is with The young master of the Wutiao family has a marriage contract, so why not raise him in the yard and send him to the countryside instead?"

"Isn't it because she didn't inherit the art of a family, and the head of the family doesn't want to see her?"

"I don't want to see you any more. He is also the person who made a marriage contract with the Wutiao family. If we don't take good care of him, how can we explain to the Wutiao family when we meet?"

"Then there is another hidden secret?"

"I also heard from some concubines when I was serving them...don't tell others."

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict."

"I heard that it was because the wife of the head of the Wutiao family made a marriage contract, just to save the life of a friend's child. This marriage contract is uncountable. When the young master of the Wutiao family reaches the age, he still has to choose the best marriage. So Ah, as long as the Wutiao family can hand over someone when they need someone, it doesn't matter whether this person is poor or cheap, and it is impossible for them to really marry Miss Zhiying. .”

"So...it fits with a rumor I heard before. Didn't Miss Zhiying's biological mother die of illness shortly after giving birth to her? I heard that she was beaten to death by the master of the house with a spell , She used this trick to save a child without spell power, which made the head of the family feel ashamed, but she couldn't do anything, so she took out her anger and directly beat the body with spell power until it was incomplete."

Ling stood behind the door, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, so as to avoid exposing herself by crying.

Big tears fell down and hit the ground, like the sound of rain in an evening in the village. When she came home from the field, she saw a lost firefly in the wetness of the rain, Extraordinarily out of place.

But she felt that she, like that firefly, was an incompatible existence.

She thought very simply at that time, since her father didn't like her, she would go back to her village.

She thought about this idea for a long time, and she thought it was a way to get the best of both worlds, because she was not happy here, and neither was her father, but when she returned to the village, everyone would be happy.

So at supper time, she stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he mustered up his courage and said, "Can I go back to the village?"

What followed was a cup, separated by a long table a few meters away, and her father, with the power of a spell, threw it over and hit her hard.

Even though he was sensible, he didn't hit her on the head, because he damaged her face and couldn't explain to the Wutiao family.

But the cup was very painful when it hit her body, she fell to the ground immediately, clutching her chest, it was the pain of her internal organs being crushed, big drops of cold sweat oozing from her forehead, causing her to curl up on the ground in pain Can't say a word.

As for his father, he just smashed a cup over and was stingy with her even a single word.

Probably because he really didn't like her, and even hated her to the extreme.

She did not inherit the spell, and should have been executed at birth like other children who did not inherit the spell, but her mother kept her, so her survival became an intolerable stick in his eyes prick.

My father was afraid that she would escape, even though she could be caught if she escaped, but that would be too troublesome, so he put an end to trouble from the beginning.

Guards were stepped up around the hut where she lived.

In the next month, her servants also increased, and her body was covered with bruises, one piece was not scattered, and another piece rose up again, her palms were so painful that she couldn't spread them out, and she curled up all day long.

She didn't know how long it took for such days to end, it seemed like a month, but it seemed like a lifetime.

Finally, on the day when she behaved properly, her father came to pick her up in person.

□□The old servants who had been her for more than a month changed her into beautiful clothes, combed her hair in a bun, and even her fingers were incensed, but she curled up in pain because of the many beatings on her palms every day , the old servant stretched her palm abruptly, pulling the injured skin, and she frowned in pain.

Also just frown.

After more than a month of constant corporal punishment, her pain tolerance has already increased by an unknown amount. The pain that she would cry at first can now be tolerated without a wave.

At this time, she finally saw her father again.

He walked in from under the high eaves outside, only glanced at her, and asked in a deep voice, "Who picked out this dress for her?"

A servant stood up in fear, "It's...it's me."

Without raising her eyelids, her father said flatly, "Pull it out. You can change her into a blue dress."

The attendants behind him quickly dragged the woman out of the house, but before they heard the scream, the voice got stuck in her throat and her head fell to the ground.

The servants present bent over to respond, and they quickly changed her clothes, their faces more solemn and fearful.

Finally, she was escorted out of the yard and into a black car.

I'm not used to the clogs I'm stepping on, and it's only after I get in the car that my feet feel more relaxed.

A strange sound was heard in the ear, like the blunt sound of flesh and blood being cut open.

She looked back out the window.

She had already slowly driven out of the glass window of the courtyard, and she saw the servants who had raped her for more than a month in the courtyard she had just stepped out of, and the women who had just served her and dressed, were escorted to kneel in the courtyard In the process, his mouth was stuffed with cloth strips, so he couldn't make a sound.

They were pinned down tightly, unable to move, but they still struggled desperately, which is the instinct of human beings to survive.

The squire standing behind them raised his knife.

Blood splattered the entire evening.

The head rolled down far away, the eyes were still open, maintaining the despair and shock before death, they may not know that today is their own death day.

She froze for a long time in the movement of turning her head, that scene filled her limbs and bones, it was so cold that it seemed that her blood stopped flowing backwards.

This was the first time she had seen a murder, such a bloody massacre.

She heard her mind buzzing, and the car drove a long, long way before she regained a trace of thought from her remaining consciousness, and she couldn't help but ask Said: "Why kill them?"

This time her father didn't hit her directly, but his tone was very indifferent, without a hint of murderous uneasiness, "The Wutiao family didn't know that you had been raised in the country, they thought you were sick and raised in a separate courtyard These people have served you for so long, knowing that you were picked up from the countryside, they will inevitably slip up."

She could probably tell that her father was very afraid of the Gotiao family.

But she still didn't understand, "Aren't they your servants? Won't they listen to you?"

He sneered, "The dead are the most obedient."

"..."

"You too, when you arrive at Wutiao's house, be honest with me, if it's revealed that you didn't grow up in a branch of the first family, I will make you suffer a hundred times more than their fate."

"……Um."

On that day, she no longer expected a warm home.

The more than a month of returning to the first family's family has wiped out all her hopes for her relatives. At this moment, her father personally shattered her last hope for her relatives.

After getting out of the car, she was handed over to the servants of Wujo's family.

She looked back at her father, thinking at that time, if her father had looked at her, even just one look, would she not be so desperate?

Will you still have an expectation for love?

But no, her father didn't even get out of the car, and she couldn't even see his outline through the anti-peeping film on the window.

She thought she would cry, like when she was just taken back to the First Family, she would cry and ask herself over and over again, why her father didn't like her, and whether she was not doing well enough.

She rubbed her eyes, only to realize that she didn't have a single tear.

The servants of the Gojo family led her across the courtyard.

It was already evening after dusk had set, and the light from the sky was absorbed into the clouds layer by layer, and the lights hanging from the eaves were lit up, spilling the light on the ground.

She followed the servant like a puppet walking dead.

Suddenly, a line of clarity flashed before his eyes.

She was startled, looked up and saw a few fireflies in a clump of flowers and plants.

It's like... she is the firefly seen in the field, the silver light is very beautiful.

The servant of the Gojo family noticed her gaze and asked with a smile, "Does Miss I like this flower?"

Ling was startled, looked over slowly, and asked timidly, "Are you... are you asking me?"

During the more than a month in the First Family's family, all the servants around her were fierce and strict, and they never talked to her about unnecessary topics except for the time of eclipsing etiquette.At first, she still chatted with them, thinking that they just didn't talk to her because they didn't know her well, but she learned to behave after being slapped on the palm, and never tried to chat with them again.

So she thought it was the servant's rule to not chat with others.

The servant of the Wutiao family smiled kindly, "Yes, there are only Miss I and I here."

After a while, Ling shook her head, "No, I'm watching the fireflies among the flowers."

"So that's how it is... so it's fireflies." The servant suddenly laughed, "Master Wu also liked to look at the flowers in this area before, we thought he liked this kind of flowers, so we planted a lot more, but he still only looks at them. This bunch of flowers, I just found out today, it turned out to be the fireflies looking at this bunch of flowers."

Master Wu.She probably knows the name, this is the person who made a marriage contract with her.

It was because of this marriage contract that she was not executed by her father when she was born, and it was also because of this marriage contract that she was sent here from the first family.

The servant seemed to be planning to say something, but suddenly fell silent, bowed and shouted forward: "Master Wu."

She swears, at that moment she was really just curious.

Really really just curious, she wants to know what the person who is so honorable enough to save her life just by making a marriage contract with him looks like, she wants to know what the child of her mother's friend looks like.

She was really just curious.

Along the long corridor, a boy in a dragonfly kimono stands under the eaves.

His hair is like silver thread woven by moonlight, blowing slightly in the evening wind, revealing a pair of blue eyes under his forehead, like the sky, like the sea, like the stars in the mountains and fields, like a still lake, like All the good things in her cognition.

There is a wind chime hanging on the eaves.

He was looking up at the wind chime, when he heard the servant's voice, he looked down.

She blurted out her curiosity, "Was the wind shaking just now?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that she had gotten into trouble.

... For more than a month, the old servant gave thousands of reminders, never interrupted her before she could speak, and don't ask questions rashly. The Wutiao family is a big family and it will be considered as having no rules.

She lowered her head and closed her eyes, she didn't dare to look at that noble person again, only her heart was beating because of panic, and she prayed that the Wutiao family would not punish those who violated the rules too severely.

At this time, she heard his answer.

He said, "No."

"It's a bell."

He then asked the servant next to her, "Is she the non-magician who was raised in the separate courtyard of the family?"

"Yes, Master Wu, don't you know all about it?"

"I just think it's funny. The first family's spells are not very powerful, but the succession of the spells is [-]%. In terms of the succession rate of the spells, it is better than the Yusan family. I just didn't expect that this time there will be a spell that has no inheritance." The non-sorcerer, who has been raised in a separate family."

The servant was at a loss, not knowing why Master Wu said something that everyone knew at this time.

In the next second, the servant saw Master Wu walking in front of Miss Yi Family.

Those eyes have always been as still as still water, without any ripples. At this moment, they are more like the surface of a frozen lake, without a trace of warmth, "I don't like people lying to me."

He put down these words indifferently and turned to leave.

She raised her head tremblingly, and only had time to see his back. The silver-white light-colored hair was blowing in the darkening sky, like a kite string before falling into the night, and it was the only thing she could grasp in the black sky. a thread.