After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

"Woooooooo..."

The girl kept rolling on the ground, trying to crush the flames on her body, but the cruel flames still burned her skin and cheeks mercilessly.

She didn't seem to be able to speak too many sentences, and whispered in pain, "Mother... Yu'er hurts so much..."

"Don't leave Yu'er behind..."

Hearing these vague words, Fu Shiyu was startled, and finally understood why Jin Lan apologized to Chao Luo after recovering her memory.

Compared to a stupid and mentally retarded daughter, and she could only save one, Nan Yao would definitely choose a normal young son, even though as a mother, she loved Chao Luo more than anyone else, but in the end Nan Yao still chose Let Jin Lan survive.

Fu Shiyu watched Zhao fall to the ground and struggled uncomfortably. From the beginning, she was still able to crawl, but in the end she closed her eyes as she was dying.

His eyes were sore, no one could accept that a living person was burned to death in front of his eyes. Fu Shiyu stepped forward and touched Chao Luo's head, but he really couldn't touch Chao Luo's body, even the blazing flames, he could not Can't feel temperature.

Now he had to witness this torture deeply buried in Chao Luo's memory, and the powerlessness penetrating into his bones made him take a few steps back and slumped on the ground with a tired expression.

'boom--'

The closed door was suddenly kicked open, and then a masked figure appeared in Fu Shiyu's sight.

Behind him was a woman in palace uniform, without a mask. Fu Shiyu took a closer look and recognized this person as Sijin, so the person in front of her must be...

"My lord! You can't go! You will be burned to death!" Sijin grabbed Shen Yanting's arm tightly.

The boy didn't speak, and looked quietly at the sleeping figure on the ground.

As if hearing the voice of the conversation, the woman on the ground looked up, and when she saw the masked boy, she shouted with bright black eyes, "Luoluo."

"..."

"Young master." Sijin called out a little nervously.

The boy suddenly shook off Sijin's hand, and strode into the house that had been engulfed in flames.

"Luoluo." Seeing him coming, Chaoluo looked happy and shouted hoarsely, "Luoluo..."

She yelled again and again, tirelessly, but the boy's eyes were cold and cold, without any emotion.

Sijin was jumping outside in a hurry, watching the young man hugging Chao Luo, she didn't know what she saw, her pupils constricted, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, be careful up there!"

Fu Shiyu also followed her shout and looked up, only to see a thick and long beam was broken by the fire, and it fell down on the young man and the others.

Before Zhao Luo realized what happened, his eyes were covered, and then a muffled groan came out of his teeth.

She didn't see it, but Fu Shiyu saw it all.

Although the boy nimbly dodged a few steps to the side, he was still hit by the beam on half of his shoulder, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, but he knew that Chaoluo was seriously injured, and when he fell, he subconsciously protected him. The back of the head fell down.

Fu Shiyu could see that the young man's shoulder was completely unable to use his strength. Fortunately, the roof had not completely collapsed. He pulled the man up and down with one hand, and just carried the man on his shoulder. When he wanted to get up, he found that his legs could not move. up.

He lowered his head belatedly, only to realize that when he fell just now, the broken table leg pierced his thigh.

"My lord! Don't save me!" Si Jin wanted to rush in, but was forced to retreat by the fire. She cried, "She's burnt like this, she can't live! Madam won't allow her to live!"

"You can come out alone now! Sijin, please!" She knelt on the ground, kowtowing non-stop, wanting the boy to get out quickly.

But the boy's eyes were dark, still calm like a pool of stagnant water, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Since he can't move his legs, he will crawl.

The boy put his downcast hands on his shoulders, then leaned on his movable elbow and his uninjured right leg, and moved out step by step with difficulty.

Fu Shiyu held his breath nervously. Although he knew he would go out, when he stood here, his palms were still wet with cold sweat.

Chao Luo was so seriously injured that he had already passed out, and the young man lost his strength and collapsed on the ground panting heavily.

"...Luoluo."

The mosquito-like sound was extremely subtle amidst the crackling noise, but when it fell on the young man's ears, it sounded like a trumpet bell. With the last ounce of will to surpass the limit, he dragged Chaoluo forcefully and crawled out. .

Seeing them coming out, Si Jin hurriedly staggered over, the young man held her arm tightly, and said angrily, "Don't let my mother know about this."

When he was talking, his cold pupils stared at Si Jin motionlessly, as if Si Jin dared to say a word, and he would kill her on the spot.

Si Jin's complexion was slightly pale, and finally nodded hesitantly.

……

Fu Shiyu's expression was complicated, and when his mind was full of thoughts, the picture in front of him changed again.

The young man was wearing a thin undershirt, kneeling in the cold dark room, Fu Shiyu saw that there were melons and fruits on the incense table facing him, and on it was a tablet, which said that his late husband Shen Wenjiang was born Xilian.

"Master, I didn't do it on purpose, and I didn't...I didn't expect Madam to follow me to the woodshed." Si Jin said cautiously outside: "Young Master, you should admit your mistake to Madam."

"You are injured and haven't eaten for three days. If you kneel like this again, your body may not be able to bear it."

The boy didn't seem to hear it, and still knelt upright.

"..." Seeing the silence in the room, Sijin sighed helplessly, turned and left.

Fu Shiyu looked down at the figure kneeling on the ground, until this time, he could fully see what Shen Yanting was when he was a child, no, it should be what Shen Chaoluo looked like.

The boy's lips were chapped, his face was pale, the burns on his shoulders had not been treated, and a large swath of blood stains was reflected on the white underwear. Some traces of what happened later could be seen between the immature eyebrows and eyes, but the emotions in the eyes could not be completely hidden , After careful identification, one can see a bit of hostility leaking from the fundus of the eyes.

While he was in a trance, Fu Shiyu suddenly heard the closed door being opened, and then a too thin figure walked in against the light.

Her footsteps were very light, as if she had no strength, and even in this empty and quiet room, she couldn't hear Wensi's voice.

The woman slowly walked up to the boy from the shadows. Her facial features were not outstanding, she could only be called Xiaojiabiyu, and her empty eyes were full of indifference and despair.

"Are you sure you're wrong?" she said coldly.

The boy didn't speak, but kowtowed to the woman.

After being silent for a long time, he said in a low voice: "Mother, since Empress Nanyao is dead, I want to keep her"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman grabbed the boy's long hair and slammed her head on the stone slab a few times.

Fu Shiyu's expression changed slightly, and he saw scarlet blood oozing from the young man's forehead, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, his eyes were calm, and he repeated lightly, "I want to keep her."

'Snapped! '

Another merciless slap was thrown in the past. The boy had not eaten or drank for several days, and was thrown directly to the ground, with fingerprints clearly showing on his pale side face.

The woman's eyes were red, and she accused with weeping blood: "How can you say such words in front of your father's tablet?"

Mentioning his father, the young man's complexion darkened, he didn't speak anymore, and just silently put his forehead on the ground.

"It's the kid's fault."

The woman gave him a cold look, "If you realize your mistake, you will kill her."

"..." The boy lowered his eyebrows, "I can't do it."

The woman sneered, "Okay!"

"I'll do it for you!"

The young man raised his head abruptly, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Mother..."

Seeing his appearance, the woman's expression immediately became gloomy, she took the feather duster from the corner, and slapped the boy's back one by one.

The boy bit his lower lip tightly, suppressing the painful cry that rolled to his mouth.

The woman's expression was ferocious, and there seemed to be a look of madness in her eyes. She wanted to beat the boy to death, and she scolded: "Useless thing! How did I teach you back then?!"

"You forgot how your father died! The enemy's daughter, you protect each other so much, if your father knows, he will be so angry with what you have done now!"

The boy clenched his fists tightly, biting his lower lip with a circle of blood, but he still didn't say a word, allowing the woman to beat her violently like venting.

Finally, maybe she was tired, the woman slowly threw away the feather duster, suddenly knelt down without warning, stretched out her hand to hold the boy in her arms, "You hate me?"

The boy shook his head, "I don't hate it."

"It's fine if you don't hate it." With tears in her eyes, the woman choked up and said, "My mother would not want you to bear this at such a young age, but I really can't help it."

She held the young man's face in her hands, and said sternly in her eyes: "In these years, when I dream at night, I always dream of the scene of your father's death."

"Everyone back then deserves to die, Nan Yao is just the first."

The young man looked serious, and said in a deep voice: "Mother, don't worry, I will kill everyone back then and be buried with my father!"

The woman sneered sarcastically, "Then I ask you to kill that fool now, are you willing?"

The boy's face froze, and he subconsciously swallowed the words that came to his lips.

There was a palpable disappointment in the woman's eyes, as if she no longer expected the boy to give her the answer she wanted, she stood up expressionlessly.

"I don't have a son like you."

She drew out the long sword placed on the incense table, and the icy cold light flowed slowly on the blade.

Fu Shiyu thought that the woman wanted to kill Shen Yanting, so he couldn't help but took a few steps forward, but remembered that he was in an illusion now, and everything he did was futile.

He raised his eyes again, only to find that the woman had put the sword across his neck.

The young man also noticed, his expression changed suddenly, he stood up hastily and rushed towards the woman.

But the woman wiped the blade first, and the scalding blood splashed on the memorial tablet and the incense table, and also wet the young man's clothes at the same time.

The young man hugged the woman in his arms, clutching the wound on the woman's neck in disbelief, "Mother! Don't die!"

After finishing speaking, he looked out of the door with tearful eyes, and roared: "Sijin! Find a doctor! Quick!!!"

Si Jin who heard the movement hurried over, and when she saw the tragic scene in the house, she gasped and froze in place.

The boy stared at her with red eyes, "Hurry up!"

The woman smiled sinisterly, and said quietly: "Si Jin, there is no need to go."

She pinched the boy's arm tightly with her nails, and said coldly: "It's okay to save her life."

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he said hoarsely, "We'll talk about this later!"

"I beg you... Mother... don't do this... don't leave me alone in this world..."

The woman gently stroked the young man's cheek, and her expression began to become gentle, but every word she uttered was full of paranoia and persecution, which made people feel terrified.

"She can live." She said slowly, "Give her the beauty in you."

The boy's face changed slightly, his lips and teeth trembled, he wanted to speak, and finally fell into a stiff silence.

The woman refused to stop there, and said sharply, "Answer me!"

"Looking at your dying mother and your father's tablet, answer me now!"

The tears still lingering in his eyes finally slipped out, and the boy roared in pain, as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his heart.

After about half a cup of tea, he finally became calm, and in the hopeful eyes of the woman, he spoke indifferently.

"……it is good."

The woman smiled gratifiedly, struggled to get up, and gently placed a kiss on the young man's forehead, "Don't forget who your father and I died for..."

The young man seemed to have grown up suddenly, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes anymore. He raised his hand to cover the woman's eyes, and his words were filled with viciousness and murderous intent.

"—Don't worry, I won't let any one go."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what’s wrong with my eyes today. It hurts too much, so I didn’t catch the bug. I will catch it tomorrow when I get up.