Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

——Change to a healthy body?

In this sentence, every word separated is easy to understand.

Listening to Voldemort's slow reply in an extremely short and flat voice that was close to indifference, Tom felt that the beating heart in his chest was getting colder inch by inch, from fiery to dead, and then sank like a stone, heavy, making it hard to breathe. Come.

Eyelashes as deep as crow's wings drooped, and his reason slowly returned. Tom was silent for a moment, no longer staring at the pale and blue face of his ward, but murmured in an unexpectedly calm and calm voice, "Do you know what will happen to me after changing my body?"

"..." Voldemort was expressionless, his eyes that were as red as chicken blood slowly deepened, and then he pulled the corners of his mouth into a mocking and cruel smile, the arc was extremely light and shallow, but it provoked hatred incomparably, as if silent Tell Tom, shouldn't you have known about this kind of thing?So Tom finally couldn't calm down anymore.

A 13-year-old boy is self-centered and rebellious. Although Tom has done well enough, his efforts to try to calm down are no match for the contempt of the object he cares about the most, and the beauty in the deepest part of his heart. Because Voldemort His eyes were cut to pieces, and the pride that the boy was once proud of was also shattered.

"I don't believe it...you must be lying to me!" He clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips until they turned white, but raised his black eyes to stare at Voldemort with disbelief and vulnerability.

"From the moment you took me from the orphanage to the present...those care and education, and your countless rescues...it can't be fake! You love me, Voldy, are you lying to me? "

Couldn't help it, and couldn't accept it, the young man's voice was hoarse and fragmented, and the trembling tone with a faint pleading tone was something Voldemort had never heard from his ward who seemed naughty but was arrogant in his bones. Voldemort coaxed the child, no matter what kind of gorgeous lies he wove, he would believe it, right?

But Voldemort just lowered his eyes lazily, his handsome face looked as cold as a temple statue under this careless movement, he stared indifferently at the fragile eyes of Tom Jiji, every word was clear and clear Cruelly said, "Now you don't need to be deceived by me. The reason why I adopted you was because of your body."

The truth that is no longer concealed is passed into the ear, like a knife, and after clearly cutting off the original mystery in the brain, it is also unforgettable. Tom's expression was blank for a moment, and the black and white pupils of black and white were slightly moist, and then thick Pain and hatred, but Voldemort didn't stop, he just had a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the hatred in Tom's eyes, and continued to whisper in Tom's ear unhurriedly, "...you want to ask, why is it you , it’s not someone else, right?”

"..." The boy's eyelashes flickered dully, but Voldemort didn't need the prisoner's answer at this moment, he just lifted Tom's chin, and muttered mockingly with vaguely complicated regretful eyes, "That's Because you are the only qualified person, yes, the only... I never thought that I would be so gullible 50 years ago, maybe it's because my appearance just perfectly fits your dream?"

"--What?" Tom was stunned by the information Voldemort revealed, he felt that his head didn't turn around enough at this moment, the original hatred eyes were stained with emptiness and confusion, and seeing Tom react like this Finally, the corners of Voldemort's lips slowly turned cruel, he narrowed his eyes, and playfully touched Tom's eyebrows and eyes that were too similar to himself with his cold fingertips.

The delicate and shallow active touch was what Tom had always wanted Voldemort to do in the past, but now he didn't have that heartbeat in his chest.

The involuntary thumping was gone, and only the desolate void remained, like a cold wind blowing through a crack. Tom gritted his teeth and tried to turn his face away, but Voldemort, who had had enough, clenched his jaw, "Look, this is actually a Simple permutations and combinations."

Voldemort spoke softly, his deep and smooth voice was like the softest velvet, and with his voice, the silver-green light outlined beautiful cursive words in front of Tom's eyes.

"Tom.Marvolo.Riddle, IamLordVoldemort... Tom, I am you, you who returned to the past from the future 50 years later."