Master, I especially hold grudges!

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there is also the sound of the tip of the sword being drawn on the ground, which together are like a death curse.

I backed up leaning on the ground, letting the gravel cut through my palms until my back was firmly against the innermost rock wall of the cave.

Spring water slipped down the collar, chilling my heart.

A pair of black boots stopped in front of me, and there was no movement for a long time. I didn't even dare to look up at the man, so I could only shrink my head, waiting for him to do it himself.

"Master is not in danger of life, you can rest assured."

That deep voice was even more breathtaking in the hollow cave.

I buried my head, thinking about his words, my heart moved, I quickly raised my head, and said pleasantly: "So you will let me go—"

Before the question "What?", my voice stopped abruptly, because I saw Duan Heng's face clearly.

There was nothing on his face that looked like he would let me go.

Duan Heng squatted down slowly, stretched out one hand to grab my wrist, and cast a "curse" with the other hand, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move at all.

Do the same with the legs.

Duan Heng said without any ups and downs while casting a spell: "I intend to let you go, because you once secretly protected my mother... No matter how others bully me, as long as I treat my mother kindly, I don't mind letting him go." Life……"

Just when I was secretly relieved, he suddenly looked straight into my eyes.

"But you, the mistake is that you hurt the master."

I suddenly understood the meaning of what Duan Heng said to me before Chaos appeared.

He really wanted to let me go, even though he hated the Duan family so much.

What he said about secretly protecting his mother was actually just my whim. When the housewife placed someone in the backyard to abuse that woman, I used other things to attract their attention and sneaked in to heal her. .

Only once.

"Which son of the Duan family are you?" Her gentle voice pierced my eardrums, and she smiled intoxicatingly, even though there was still blood dripping from the corners of her eyes.

It's just because of this sudden kindness that Duan Heng really wanted to let me go.

But this last way of survival was blocked by myself.

I watched Duan Heng slowly approaching, his deep eyes were full of bloodthirsty rage, at that moment, he was cunning, evil, and cold-blooded...

is brutal!

"what!"

The shrill screams mixed with the sound of rain made it even more weird, but there was only thunder in my ears. I don’t know if I screamed or begged for mercy. I just wanted to reach out and cover the wound on my abdomen to stop the bleeding .

But I can't move.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt your soul." Duan Heng's comforting voice pierced into my body one by one like sharp thorns. The more he said this, the pain in the abdominal wound expanded until Spread to the whole body.

Duan Heng held the hilt of the sword, changed the direction, cut from the same place again, and then stabbed slowly like sharpening the blade.

I seemed to be strangled, and the pain was so clear that I couldn't breathe.

But I know exactly what he means.

The suffering that Uncle Seven has suffered, he will let me suffer ten times, the same wound, the same depth, if Uncle Seven didn't hurt Yuanpo, he won't hurt my Yuanpo either.

He's a horrible person, I've always known that.

He didn't kill me because death is far less painful than life.

I can't look down at the wound, but I can already imagine how bloody and bloody it is, and I press on the same place again and again, only deepening a little each time, precisely ensuring that I will not be dismembered by him.

The sharp pain was infinitely magnified, but my consciousness became clearer, even to the extreme. I have never thought through it as thoroughly as I do now.

"Didn't you... everything... count... very accurately?"

The gasp was suppressed by me, and I tried my best to ask this sentence, and after I finished speaking, I realized that I was actually laughing.

Duan Heng's movements stopped as expected.

"Seventh Master Uncle's injury... you are also at fault, right?"

Even though the smile on the corner of my mouth widened, I raised my head, the uninterrupted breath and hoarse voice made my laughter difficult to hear.

"You killed him too."

This sentence was like the last straw that crushed him.

Duan Heng pulled out the long sword forcefully, he didn't even notice the blood splashed on his face, he just pressed the sword against my neck, and his eyes were filled with the anger that I said.

He might as well just kill me.

Save my life from being worse than death.

I don't know how Duan Heng looked at me with a smile when he was about to be swallowed by the chaos. Maybe he has other ways to escape, but the fact is that Uncle Qi took his place. Maybe he wouldn't Injured.

Duan Heng guessed wrong, wouldn't he blame himself?

No, I know very well that he must have blamed himself and wanted to cut the sword that scratched me on his own belly more than once.

He is a paranoid person, but he still has a trace of kindness left.

After all, Duan Heng didn't go down, his heart softened.

As long as you give him a little bit of kindness, it will become the shackles that will shackle him in the future.

If I, if Uncle Seven, if we become like cousins ​​in the future, we will definitely torture Duan Heng to death, or go crazy.

Duan Heng put away his sword, and without saying a word, he stepped out step by step while stepping on the rainwater that spread into the cave.

I exhausted all my strength and collapsed to the side, watching the footsteps going away, my mind went blank.

It felt like I had died once.

The injury was so severe that time that I almost used that cave as my cave and was buried there.

But I don't know whether Duan Heng avoided my soul perfectly, or my life was undeserving. I lay in that dark cave for an unknown amount of time. By the time I regained consciousness, the wounds on my waist and abdomen had grown together. .

It's just that the scars are a little hideous.

It's not that I don't hate him, but whenever I think of him, I feel a faint pain in my abdomen, like two hands scratching and itching, which is unbearable.

I can only force myself not to think about him.

Walking out of the cave in a mess, I wandered around like a lonely ghost. I can never go back to Lingxu and Tianmen Mountain, I can only go straight forward.

Until I heard the news.

The Duan family in Lingxu was bloodbathed by the demon king Shi Fangyu...

I flew back to Lingxu like a mad dog, but there were only broken walls and ruins left in the quaint and magnificent Lingxu Mansion in the past, and there were scorched black marks on the snow, as if God didn't want to erase this tragedy. It never snowed in Lingxu.

I took a trembling step forward and knelt down.

Hate and anger grew in his chest.

"Do you want revenge?"

That voice came again.

I covered my belly and looked up at him reluctantly.

Duan Heng blocked the sunlight, and his whole body was a black shadow. I found my voice and asked him back.

"Your master, isn't he dead?" Who do you want me to take revenge on?

Duan Heng squatted down, took my hand from there, and said softly: "It's not him."

not him.

So sure.

……

To me, Duan Heng is like a heart-burning poison. He has become the shackles that control my life.

If I disobey him a little bit, there will be an unbearable pain in my abdomen. In fact, it's not Duan Heng's trick. I know, I'm just afraid of him.

I choose to believe everything he said, including his saying that the person who killed my parents was not Seventh Master Uncle.He put Seventh Master Uncle on Kunwu Mountain to nourish him with his own essence and blood every day, but I didn't care about it.

I hid behind Duan Heng and gradually became his shadow, subordinate, a knife, and the only person he could rely on.

It was after getting along day and night that I realized that Duan Heng didn't just have a master-student friendship with Uncle Seven.

He covets a lot and he likes him.

I leaned against the cave entrance of Kunwu Mountain, and watched Duan Heng lying on the black ice jade coffin like that every day, and greedily looked at the person in the coffin from the shortest distance.

On the Xuanbing Jade Soul Coffin, what was left was Duan Heng's temperature.

Duan Heng never regards my existence as existence, maybe he doesn't care about me, maybe he doesn't mind my secret being known to me, he will touch the spirit stone on his waist, cut his finger and drip the blood On the top, then looked at the light in the coffin and smiled wryly.

"No matter how many drops of blood you drip, he won't wake up."

My cold voice rarely makes his spine stiff, but I know that I just want him not to do unnecessary things, even if such a tone will make him sad.

Duan Heng is actually not as scary as I thought. In Kunwu Mountain, he is like an ordinary person. After losing his favorite ordinary person, he will cry, feel sad, feel hurt, and become very stupid.

This kind of Duan Heng made me obsessed, or let me follow him willingly, just like I would fall into his sad expression before.

I began to pray that Uncle Seven would wake up.

Maybe then Duan Heng will become a more normal person, not only sad, but also laugh heartily, jealous, angry and tolerant, because of the person in the coffin, let him become a flesh and blood person.

Seventh Master Uncle is such an existence that can make Duan Heng take off all the pretense in his body and treat each other honestly.

Later, I was right behind him, watching my thoughts come true little by little.

"Oh? I said what are you doing rubbing your stomach all the time?"

Until Seventh Master Uncle revealed his identity in front of me and asked me about Duan Heng, he noticed that I was clutching my abdomen tightly.

In Duan Heng... oh no, he was already the Patriarch at that time.Under the dangerous gaze of the Patriarch, I could only run away in despair.

Why am I always rubbing my stomach?

He will probably never know that his beloved apprentice once tortured me so painfully because of him.

He has a scar there, and mine has a scar here, and the Patriarch's scar is probably hidden in his heart.

Fortunately, after all the dust settled, the scar never hurt again.

For me, that was the best ending.