The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

The hazy moonlight is blocked outside the majestic and gorgeous mansion that looks like a castle. I don't know what material it is, but the wall is definitely hard enough to isolate the world and sound, airtight, and without gaps.

Inside the large specialized glass window, a small, thin figure looked down at the ring in his hand with the faint light stubbornly squeezed in from the window eaves.

- Vongola's Ring of Thunder.

It was precisely because of this small but extremely heavy existence that he was imprisoned in this corner of the Povino family by the man who was the owner and his father.Although the foothold is in the huge castle owned by Povino, it is a cage for detaining and punishing all traitors who disobey the family orders or harm the family interests.

And he, bearing the glory of the whole family, was appointed as the next Patriarch of Povino, but he was imprisoned in this almost humiliating punishment room for him.

Half a month had passed, except for the food that was handed in through the small window every day, and the whip with a strong electric current that was beaten on his body according to the frequency of eating every day, he had no contact with any outsiders.The maid and the butler were ordered not to approach this small room. He, who has always liked to talk, would lie here in silence for half a month. He didn't complain, and he didn't bow his head. He knew that all the cameras in this room were aimed at him. For himself, as long as he has a slight movement, people outside the monitoring will catch the gap, so he will not say anything, and the only thing he will do in the rare time to get a breather is to face this piece of paper he once had. Pengo Lie, who had sworn allegiance, was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's been fifteen days...

He looked up, looked at the only light source - the poor moonlight revealed in the gap of the window, and counted the time.

Fifteen days have passed since he was imprisoned in this place, and he ate forty meals. He only went on a hunger strike for nearly two days at the beginning because of his anger. After that, he found that crying was useless. To die in this room would be of no use except that the ring would be taken away.So he never let himself go hungry again.

He was beaten 47 times, and the frequency was even higher in the first two days after he came in. The pain continued all over his body except his face. He already had electric shocks on his skin, but he was far younger than someone who could resist high currents. level, so when the continuous voltage was applied to his body, he almost exhausted all his strength to ensure that he would not faint, so as not to give others a chance.

He looked at the ring in his hand, something was put down in the narrow window, and then there was a slight grinding sound, which was the sound of wound medicine being pushed in.

Although he angered his father, he was the only heir of Povino. That man would try to make him bow his head, but he would not really let him die in this dark corner.Because in the eyes of a man, his determination is just a child's reluctance to part with a toy that accompanied him in childhood, but how long can this love last?

Lanbo is only nine years old this year, and a child's memory is so limited. In a few years, he will even forget who Sawada Tsunayoshi is.So he showed his rare patience and didn't cut off Lanbo's arm to snatch Pengo Lie's ring. After all, he was quite satisfied with this heir.

"I seem to have a fever..." His voice was weak, he didn't make a sound as he did a few days ago, he silently took the medicine and smeared it on his body, but his eyes were as clear as light, and he looked at it without blinking. Looking forward, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and he was ready to go. He was not as weak as his voice showed.

There was no movement over there, but Lan Bo knew that he heard it, and would carefully call the surveillance to determine whether he really needed human rescue.

His forehead is very hot, this is not a disguise, it is the result of the wound being torn for a long time but he hastily dealt with it, no matter how good his physique is, there is no way he can really take care of it by himself. The scarred self.

After 10 minutes, he heard the sound of card swiping, and the door that had been closed was finally opened a gap.

"Master Lanbo, are you alright?"

He recognized who the owner of this voice was, because until three hours ago, he was still wreaking havoc on himself with the highest electric shock.

He coughed and said nothing.

It seemed that they were weighing something, they didn't open all the doors, and they didn't put any treatment equipment in so that Lanbo could solve it by himself.

Lanbo looked in that direction, breathing smoothly, and didn't pretend that he was seriously ill.

Then he watched the door close again in front of his eyes, as if the bodyguards didn't think his injury was serious enough to require him to come in urgently to check it before he was instructed.

Lan Bo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently. He naturally knew that no one would come in to check. In order to prevent himself from escaping, he was not allowed to go anywhere except the punishment room behind him. They knew that he had many tricks, so they were all on guard he.

Especially the extent of this person's attacks, he himself will not be ignorant, and of course he also knows that Lanbo is unlikely to be on the verge of death, but because the only variable in this is whether Lanbo will cause wound infection and inflammation because of not obediently taking medicine, so it does not matter. His plea will be ignored.

So they went back to ask the Patriarch for instructions to make a decision, whether to invite a doctor in, or let Lan Bo come out for treatment.

The man who hadn't shown up for half a month would naturally come to admire his embarrassment at this time. Lan Bo was sure that after hearing the report from his subordinates, he would think of his son who was left in the corner by him like a dog, and Will seize every opportunity to force himself to surrender the ring.

Sure enough, an hour later, the man walked in, alone.

This was beyond Lan Bo's expectations, but it was not so difficult to understand. The man was very defensive, and he would not let outsiders hear some words. Moreover, Lan Bo in his heyday before being imprisoned did not He resisted and escaped successfully. How could Lan Bo, who was now at the end of his strength, have the ability to hurt a single hair of him?

The man sat comfortably on the only chair in the room, which was still stained with dark red blood, which was stained by Lan Bo when he lay there a few days ago and couldn't get up, and no one came to clean it up.

The man's fingers brushed slowly over the mark, and he didn't show any distressed emotions. Instead, there was satisfaction in his eyes, as if he was sure of victory.

"Your condition is really bad."

He looked at Lan Bo's pale face, and said mockingly, his tone was not at all like a father teaching his children.

"I have said that as long as you hand over Vongola's ring, you can leave here right away, or do you think that this is the only place worthy of your noble status because you are used to living here?"

Ever since Lan Bo accepted Vongola's teachings, he couldn't get his confession and apology as easily as he did five years ago, and he hadn't appreciated that tearful appearance for several years.

Especially Rambo Povino, who looked like he wanted to change his surname to Pengo Lie, made him furious when he saw it. In this life, he will dedicate his life to the Povino family, whether it is his blood or flesh, what is more important is his loyalty and the benefits he has obtained from other families.

He didn't get any real benefits from Pengo Lie, which was his failure in the game, but the heir's way of eating inside and out was the real slap in the face, reminding him that he lost his wife and lost his army all the time. Folly.

So he had to let Lan Bo know who was really in control of him.

And he must also get the benefits he deserves from those people.

It doesn't matter to him who gets the tenth generation of Pengelie's seat. What he wants is the prosperity of the family, as well as the promotion of money and status. Whoever can give him these, he will stand on whose side.

And obviously, the present Tsunayoshi Sawada has no way to bring him what he wants, and no one can guess what will happen in the future. It is better to find another way from the beginning and support another seemingly innocuous A person with a sense of threat and who can benefit him is in the position. In short, no matter who that person is, he will not be worse than Sawada Tsunayoshi. Look at the way Rambo shakes his head and tail. I am afraid that after Sawada Tsunayoshi inherits, he will not even have family members. They have to give in, how can this be tolerated for a man who has always wanted to control everything.

Lan Bo didn't reply, just looked at him, his dark green eyes still had the light he hated the most, that was a gesture that Lan Bo had never had five years ago.

It was Rambo Povino who had found his direction, gained light, and wanted to escape from Bovino, but he was not the qualified heir in his heart.

"If all they want is the ring, do you think you can still protect it? I don't know how you got into another person's eyes, but since you are not willing to give up your identity as the guardian of thunder, the other side is also willing to give up the ring." Keeping you in this position. What a hit-and-miss deal."

He said it as if this result was something he had worked so hard to win for him.

Lan Bo sat up, and in this short period of time, a large area of ​​blood stained the white quilt behind him. It turned out that he did not stop the bleeding for himself today.

The scarlet blood did not arouse the man's distress and dissatisfaction.

"You don't think that bitter tricks will work, do you?"

The man spread his legs and leaned on the backrest unrestrainedly, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If you think that everyone who stands in front of you and can control you is a soft-hearted boss like Sawada Tsunayoshi, I have to say that you are completely useless and no longer qualified to be Bovino heir."

"Don't compare you to Agang." His voice was hoarse, and when he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor.I don't know if it's physical discomfort or humiliating the man.

But a man who understands his temperament knows that it is the latter.

"How long are you going to fight? Rambo."

His tone was full of undisguised sarcasm. Although he was covered in injuries and the little boy sitting opposite was his son, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Lanbo's eyes are inherited from his dark green, which are always full of vigor and vigor, which is the most familiar to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and it is also the vigorous energy that occasionally makes him feel troubled, but the man's eyes are cold One piece, like an ore buried deep in the ground, after being excavated, it is still filled with the coldness brought by the low temperature in the ground. It is a coldness that cannot be melted without sunlight. If Lan Bo grows up under his teaching, he may Will fully inherit this face.

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