Professor, your rose has run away

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The young man tilted his head, curled his lips, okay, then I'll take it as a thank you.

The flower cakes in my mouth also started to become tasteless, so I stopped eating and took them home for my parents.

When I went home and told my parents about it, I was finally relieved, I don't have to worry about my son being accidentally caught by the people over there, but I still need to teach him how to hide his breath.

So, Cen Weiming watched him live a life in dire straits, the feeling of being dominated was numb!

It's a pity that I still learned to be lonely, and my parents were so angry that I wanted to beat my son every day.

After teaching, Mother Cen collapsed on the sofa weakly.

Father Cen simply knelt and sat on the ground, powerless, really powerless.

Cen Weiming: emmmmm, I really wronged my parents...

Cen Weiming could see that it wasn't that he couldn't learn at all, he just didn't want to study hard, thinking that nothing would happen to him, thinking about the 50.00% possibility.

In the final analysis, it is that he himself does not think that he is a demon.

What I have received since I was a child is the human way of upbringing. I once ignored the difference between myself and ordinary people, and with the protection of my parents, how could I seriously learn how to protect myself?

Cen's father and Cen's mother didn't understand this truth, but now they understand after losing their son once.Even if they were strict in front of him, they couldn't force him to learn what he didn't want to learn. How could he not be willing to spoil the child he had so hard to get?

Cen Weiming had a headache: Who did this temper follow?If you don't study hard, it's your parents who will be harmed if something goes wrong.

Facts told Cen Weiming that his premonition was correct, and something happened after a few days of stability.

He watched helplessly as he was captured by the group of demon management bureaus, and these two people were also very familiar, they were the two who were unwilling to be reconciled to his little demon before.

The two of them took out the talisman paper magic weapon on their bodies with malicious intentions, and even made scary gestures in front of the young man.

Shirt 1: "I really didn't expect you to survive until now?"

Shirt 2: "Heh, isn't it our great chief who is so funny?"

Shirt 1: "Yeah, if you let go of the monster, you will be punished by the elders of the clan if you say it?"

Shirt 2: "I don't think he's afraid at all, he's an upright monster protector."

Shirt 1: "Tsk, stop talking nonsense, get rid of this little monster, go back and tell the seniors and we will have made great achievements."

The two sang together, making the atmosphere extremely tense.

The young man was trembling, why were they again, why were these two people who wanted his life again, why?

Is it because he doesn't listen to his parents well?

Seeing his frightened appearance, the two of them laughed.One of them took out a dagger and patted him on the face, mocking: "Scared? Didn't you say that you are not a demon?"

Shirt 2: "A demon will never admit that he is a demon, let alone he is protected by our dear chief?"

Shirt 1 smiled: "You don't know, Mr. Director hasn't been here for a long time, otherwise I wouldn't have the guts to come here."

Shirt 2 nodded in understanding: "You little monster, helpless, it's fun."

The more the boy heard it, the more frightened he became. No one would come to rescue him, he had no relationship with his benefactor, and no one would protect him.

mom and dad...

benefactor……

Who will come, who will save him, this time there is really no escape, he shouldn't be lazy, he should study hard, but he has no chance to regret it.

Shirt 1 couldn't see his pitiful appearance. The dagger slowly cut a gash from his face, followed by his arm. The gash was not big, but it would continue to ooze blood.

What was even more frightening was that something seemed to enter his body from the wound. It was so cold, so icy, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't relieve the chill.

Shirt 1 kindly explained: "Don't struggle, this dagger is aimed at the demon clan, if you get scratched, you can't be saved."

Shirt 2 picked up a dozen talisman papers and asked him, "Do you want to live?"

The boy's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak. It was so cold that the warm blood in his body seemed to be frozen. He could only watch the two people torture him in a numb manner.

While Shirt 2 was talking, he kept sticking talisman papers on his body, and the place where it was stuck began to become hot slowly, and then it was tingling, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he shook it.

Knowing that he was going to scream, the two randomly rubbed a talisman ball and stuffed it into his mouth, the scream was choked in his throat, life would be worse than death.

The two of them seemed to be crazy, one frantically repaired the sword, and the other frantically pasted deadly talisman papers. Is this really what a normal exorcist should do?

Cen Weiming, who was watching from a distance, also felt the malice, obviously it wasn't the harm imposed on him, but he also felt the pain.Paralyzed on the ground, holding his head and screaming as if he wanted to vent all the pain from that year.

outside the dream.

Cen Weiming, who was sleeping peacefully at first, began to resist, his hands were clenched too tightly, blood oozed out, and there was a sound stuck in his throat, Chen Yisheng beside him firmly held him down, not letting him hurt yourself.

Chen Yisheng shouted to the nurse outside the door: "Hurry up, get the tranquilizer, hurry up."

The entire ward was in chaos for a while, but Chen Yisheng was the only one who remained calm, and he drove the others out of the ward.

Nurse: "Dr. Chen, the sedative is here."

Chen Yisheng: "Hit, inject immediately."

Nurse: "Yes, yes."

After a shot of tranquilizer, Cen Weiming's condition stabilized, and Chen Yisheng began to bandage his bleeding wound. After the treatment, his forehead was already wet with sweat, and he finally stabilized, so he can breathe a sigh of relief.

After observing for a while, Cen's parents and Jiang Wangshu were allowed in.

Looking at Shang Cen's mother in her son's hand, her heart ached, and she asked with tears in her eyes, "Does Mingming hurt?"

Father Cen didn't know what to say, so he just sat there and comforted his wife.

Jiang Wangshu glanced at her boyfriend, turned around and went out the door.

He found a place where no one was around, and hit the wall with his fist. He failed to shake the wall even a bit, but instead ground his hand to blood.

Behind him, Chen Yisheng followed out at some point.

He: "It's useless to hit the wall, don't hurt yourself."

Jiang Wangshu: "Brother."

Chen Yisheng: "Do you know what he dreamed about?"

Jiang Wangshu: "There were only two things that made him suffer in his previous life. One was the death of his parents, and the other was the real life-and-death crisis in his youth."

Frowning and thinking for a while, Chen Yisheng remembered something that his stupid younger brother did out of the ordinary. He only heard some rumors when he was away from home. The director killed two disciples with his own hands. It was also the only time that year he was on the edge.

Chen Yisheng: "The two disciples you killed back then, were they for His Highness?"

Jiang Wangshu: "Yes, if I go late, the little monster will die."

Chen Yisheng shook his head, he didn't know these things, he was quite powerless: "Then how can you be sure that it's the one thing you said and not the other one?"

Jiang Wangshu laughed self-deprecatingly: "I was the one who stood beside him back then, so I am more sure of the current situation than Mr. Yaowang."

What's the use of being sure, or can only watch him wandering in a nightmare, unable to do anything, like a waste.

Chen Yisheng patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll accompany you out for a walk."

Jiang Wangshu: "No, go back and watch the little monster."

Chen Yisheng: "Do you still remember what I told you, you have to pay attention to your mentality."

Jiang Wangshu didn't want to listen to his own business, so he found a topic to avoid: "What happened at the school?"

Chen Yisheng: "Your Highness has temporarily suspended her studies, and you have resigned as you said."

Jiang Wangshu nodded and said thank you.

He refused to go out, and Chen Yisheng had nothing to do with him, so he had to push him back to the ward, and gave him a sedative while no one was looking, to let him have a good rest.

Just after he put the man down, he received a death call.

Damn it, auntie, it's going to kill me.

After struggling in his heart for countless seconds, he accepted his fate and answered the phone.

"in hospital."

"Yes, yes, we are ignorant, so don't be angry, aunt."

"Huh? Don't."

Before he finished speaking, the phone hung up.

Chen Yisheng looked at Lord Yao Wang worryingly, how could this explain how His Royal Highness's parents came here, send a proposition.

Lord Demon King being stared at:? ? ?

The big brother who was stared at after failing to mark people, smashed the can and sold out his aunt.

Lord Yaowang nodded his head: "Okay, it doesn't matter, they are all future in-laws."

Cen's mother was furious: "In-law, your sister, your son is still awake."

Lord Demon King flattered his wife: "Isn't my son liking this? You also agreed."

"???" It turns out that you, Lord Demon King, are such people in private.

Cen's mother covered her face: sell this husband, don't take it anymore.