On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

If the scene I see is false, then whether I am an outsider is false, or everything in front of me is false, what is true and what is false, true is false, true is also false, false is also true , is true, false is false, Yiye may still be blinded, how could it be impossible for him to fall into someone else's illusion.

Wherever Luo Jichen was, Ding Zhiwei stood beside him.

Luo Jichen stood in the wooden house, his small face was unmoved, but his innocence and innocence had already been wiped out at such a young age. He didn't know whether he killed it with his own hands, or the poisonous hands of his growing environment. With such an expression, it was clear and innocent. Sophisticated and calm like this age should have.

"Come out." Luo Jichen snorted.

Ding Zhiwei squinted his eyes and scanned his surroundings, obviously he just saw that there was no one there.

"How did you find me?" A wooden chair suddenly took the shape of a human being, also a child, with the same blood and haze between his brows.

This blindfold seems familiar, and the child's facial features are even more like Qing Chen.

Ding Zhiwei touched his nose, could it really be him?

Luo Jichen didn't seem to put the opponent in his eyes at all, his small body calmly passed the opponent, not afraid of the opponent's sudden attack.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" The kid quickly stood in front of Luo Jichen, with his arms outstretched to block his way.

"Don't hinder me." Luo Jichen looked cold, and pushed him away seven or eight meters away.

The child staggered back and forth, and managed to stabilize his body. When he raised his head again, Luo Jichen had quietly stood in front of him with a scroll in his hand.

"Raise your head." Luo Jichen said coldly.

Perhaps it was because the voice was so cold and threatening that it pierced into the soul, the child raised his head involuntarily, and looked at Luo Jichen. This meeting shocked him, and he saw a kind of loneliness that he had never seen before. , the loneliness without human breath.This is an emotion that he has never experienced with an older brother and two younger brothers since he was a child.

Luo Jichen looked at the child who was the same age as himself shaking slightly, and the insignificant wound on his arm was still emitting blood and poisonous smoke.Can't help but coldly said: "Since you came to my house because you were injured, if you don't have any malicious intentions, it doesn't constitute a capital crime. You leave now, and I can let you live."

"How do you know?" The child shouted excitedly, "I'm not hurt, you're talking nonsense!"

Knowing that the child who was the same age as him in front of him would not be able to answer his questions, Qing Chen couldn't help but ask and refute.Even though he was the same age as himself, he pretended to be so deep, making himself look like an idiot who didn't understand anything, it really deserves a beating!

Luo Jichen didn't speak, and even his expression didn't change much.

But the child started to cry as he talked: "What do you know? What do you know? Can someone like you understand my feelings? Why do you pretend to understand everything to educate others? !"

"You don't have the right to look at me with that look! Don't pity me!"

Luo Jichen held the scroll in his hand on top of the child's head, and said indifferently: "Correct you on four points, one, I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you have experienced, it has nothing to do with me, please leave immediately Here. Second, I did not pity you, I never pity a waste, that is a superfluous emotional expression for me. Third, only incompetent things will cry in front of strangers, thinking that everyone You put it in your eyes. If you have this time, you might as well study more and practice hard, otherwise waste is still waste, incompetence is still incompetence, and you can only do nothing for the rest of your life, just begging for a living. In the end, you disturbed me."