Chapter 391 She

He would never forget the pain of his broken leg.

He would remember the pain of that moment many years later.

Even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, no one would hear him.

He felt dead.

Before he was thrown into the cell, he lost consciousness and only felt pain. His whole body ached, every bone and every inch of skin hurt.

He even wanted to just die like this.

Pangpang left, his mother died, and he seemed to be unable to survive even if he wanted to.

But he was unwilling to give in. Those who killed them were still laughing, and he didn't want to die yet.

But, he couldn't save himself. He missed Pangpang. Even if she was sentenced to him in the end, he still missed him.

When people are about to die, do they think of the people they least want to forget?

Until he had a hallucination, he saw Pangpang holding him and healing him. Although it was painful and caused convulsions, he was still very happy in his heart.

Even if he was going to die, he was very happy to see Pangpang before he died.

But that was not an illusion. Pangpang even appeared, picked him up and took him away. When he felt the familiar embrace, he finally knew that his Pangpang was back.

He thought he and Pangpang would never be separated again, but his father appeared.

Father... killed Pangpang.

If a broken leg was a pain he would never forget, then Fatty's death was a heartache he would never forget.

He forgot what happened after that. He only remembered that after waking up, his father was by his side and handed him over to another concubine to raise him.

He did not speak and had no right to refuse. Everyone said that he was stupid, his legs were disabled, and he could never stand up again.

Well, this is the price he has to pay if Pangpang dies, because he is too weak.

If Pangpang wanted him to live, then he should live to accept the punishment. Living in such pain would be used to commemorate Pangpang.

Until the man in black named Zero One found him.

And told him that in the future, he would have his own power, and that was the last thing his mother left to him.

After learning about this incident, he smiled for the first time. He laughed for the first time since Pangpang's death. But that smile made Ling Yi, who had killed countless people, feel a little worried.

From then on, he knew that he had changed. Where he had changed, only the boy who he saved and hid in the closet knew. By the way, he also gave that boy a name, Hayate.

And Hayate, who had just escaped from Death Valley, had surrendered to him since then.

After his leg injury healed, his father asked him to continue studying at Shen Xuetang. He did not refuse and was pushed to Shen Xuetang every day. He no longer cared about the sarcastic and mocking looks.

Only this time, he no longer showed off his intelligence, he stopped answering the Master's questions, and he no longer stole the show. Behind his back, the Master even lamented that a good seedling was ruined.

Only he himself knows. He saw a word in the book, "keep a low profile and bide your time." He also learned one thing, if you don't have the corresponding strength, then you should hide it.

And one day, a person who had bullied him came to his yard alone and wanted to teach him a lesson. No one worried too much about teaching a cripple, and they took it for granted that he would not and dare not tell anyone.

Until, he cut open his stomach with his own hands, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor. The man's eyes were wide open before he died, full of fear, as if he never imagined that he would be killed by the person in front of him.

But he just shook off the blood on his hands calmly, his expression as normal.

The shadow guards behind him understood for the first time that the person they were following was not a good-for-nothing cripple. From that moment on, they were truly loyal.

That night, he fell seriously ill, and there was still a fat figure in his dream.

From then on, he began to study hard, learn the secrets left by his mother, and learn everything Pangpang wanted him to learn.

He worked hard to be what she wanted him to be, thinking that if he did, she would come back.

Even if this is just self-deception.

After all, his existence was an eyesore for some people. He fell ill again, this time very seriously. He had been ill for a long time, and those strange patterns appeared on his sick face, blood-red and coquettish patterns. .

And on the night when Hua Wen appeared, the concubine who had been raising him on his behalf without actually caring about his life or death died, bleeding from all her orifices, and died suddenly.

Since then, the statement that he was destined to be evil spread, and even the Imperial College was alarmed.

Master Huiming personally made a mask for him. In name, it was to block evil spirits from attacking the emperor, but in fact, only shameless people had to wear masks since ancient times.

They just wanted to humiliate him.

In the end, he put on a mask to hide his appearance.

That's fine.

In this way, there is no need to be summoned by the father every day.

He didn't want to see his father at all. That man was the murderer of his mother and Pangpang, but he was no match for him. There were too many experts protecting him. Even if he had shadow guards, he couldn't penetrate. He can only save the country by saving the country, sending his own people out to complete his power.

He was forced to grow, growing ahead of his time again and again, and the pain made him even more indifferent.

He no longer smiles, no longer shows emotion, and can even go the whole day without saying a word.

He has been waiting for Pangpang to come back. For some reason, he felt that she would come back, even in a dream.

But he didn't wait. His character became more and more twisted. Whenever he couldn't control himself, he wanted to kill someone. The most indispensable thing in the palace was dead people. As soon as the corpse was thrown into the pond or well, for a while, he wanted to kill someone. If you do something, no one will notice.

He killed many people. He couldn't remember how many people he killed, but his hands were always covered in blood. Even when he didn't kill, he felt dirty.

He hated himself more and more, being so dirty.

This is not what Pangpang likes.

Fatty doesn't like it.

This thought became stronger day by day, and he hated himself more and more day by day, but while hating him, he couldn't help but kill people.

Until the end, he couldn't even face himself. He threw away the mask on his face, and when he looked at the face that looked like his mother's, he broke the mirror.

He took the pieces and tried to destroy his face.

But the strong wind stopped him and knocked him unconscious.

That time, he was in a coma for three days. After all his negative emotions exploded, his tense mental state still couldn't mature.

After waking up, he felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something very important, very important.

But he couldn't remember.

What did he forget?

After thinking about it for a long time and unable to remember it, he gave up. He just felt that his heart was terribly empty, and this palace was also terribly cold.

Until that day, when he was sitting on the pavilion and saw the stuck person, he showed an awkward and careful smile to him and said.

"Hey, can you give me a hand?"