Chapter 792
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The teenager trembled in front of him, and the teacher sat quietly like that, with his jade arms clear and high, watching the ink burn in front of him and vomit blood in front of him.
"Does it hurt?"
"Cough cough..."
The teacher is interested, and his eyes are still gentle: "How painful? I have never cast this kind of spell to people, I am really curious... My good junior brother, what is the taste of being pierced by the eternal hate flower? What's it like?"
His eyes are like chūn water, section by section, flowing through the body of the ink burning on the ground, and finally falling on the pale knuckles of the ink burning.
The ink-burning fingers unconsciously clawed at the ground, and the ends of the fingers were frayed, and there were blood marks one after another.
"Is it more painful than digging a heart?"
The ink burned did not answer him.
The pain is real, but... it is much better than the pain at the mass grave outside Linyi City that year.
It is much better than watching a loved one die in front of him.
It is much better than digging up the sand and burying the flesh and blood with your own hands.
"At the beginning... I didn't protect my mother, but now, I can finally... protect my master."
With his eyes wandering, he murmured like this.
The best memories are fading little by little, those pure and innocent past are fading little by little, and those poor and pitiful memories flashed before his eyes——
One year someone gave him and his mother a bowl of hot soup.
There was an old farmer who was willing to invite them into the house for warmth and a fire to rest on a snowy night.
The child who was also begging for food shared with him half of the meat pie he had picked up.
Duan Yihan took his hand and led him across the long embankment in autumn with flying dragonflies...
No hatred, no misery, no unwillingness, no anxiety, no hostility.
Everything is peaceful.
It is the purest beauty.
He saw himself carefully embroidered with a begonia handkerchief under the lantern flowers, and saw himself sitting at the stone table with his cheeks supported, smiling as he watched Master eat moon cakes. Own.
These memories will be forgotten from now on.
never remember again...
From then on, hatred will breed, and those tender memories of the past will change their appearance.
From now on, the fiery heat in his heart will be extinguished, and there will be no more fire. The chūn water in his eyes will freeze and condense into ice.
From now on, he will go against his mother's last words.
Duan Yihan said, "Repay your kindness, don't hold revenge."
Can't do it anymore.
I don't know where the strength came from, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain like shredding his internal organs, and staggered and wanted to stand up - staggering, but couldn't stand, he knelt, crawled, and in the end the pain was to the point of his soul. Trembling, but still crawling, crawled to Chu nightning.
"Master..."
He struggled and wriggled shiveringly and comically.
The teacher thought what he wanted to do, but in the end he found that this young man was just doing his best, exhausted his last enthusiasm and gratitude, and fell down-
Tears flowed.
"Master, I will soon... let you down..."
Night rain.
"I will soon no longer remember your goodness. I will no longer be able to learn spells with you properly... You will hate me, hate me..."
He was crying, telling his last words when his conscience was still alive.
But Chu nightning couldn't hear it.
He was right in front of him, but couldn't hear anything.
"I'm sorry, I folded the flowers that day because I wanted to give them to you. Master, I came here today originally... I plan to apologize to you when you wake up, and tell you everything I think."
His voice was hoarse as if it was gouged out with flesh and blood from his throat.
"Master, thank you for not disliking me, and willing to accept me..."
"I'm really, really."
His heart twitched suddenly, and blood filled his eyes. That was a sign that the Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Grief had begun to take root, and it was also a sign that the Secret of Love had begun to take effect.
His forehead fell, hitting the ground heavily, crushing the ground.
Weeping.
"I really like you."
The teacher sighed softly, his expression seemed to be interesting and pity.
It's just that his pity, whether it's funny, is light, and nothing can get into his heart.
He finally walked over, broke the burning cheeks, stared at the gradually chaotic eyes of the burning ink, and asked softly: "Come on, junior brother, tell me, what are you asking for now?"
"I want..."
What are you asking for?
Autumn in Linyi, in front of Tongtian Tower.
Duan Yihan was smiling, and Chu nightning lowered his eyes.
Sister Xun Fengruo of Lefang showed two pointed tiger teeth, her eyes flashed with eagerness and excitement, she said to him: "A Ran, I will soon earn enough money to redeem myself, I will take you with me. , let's get out of here, my sister will take you to a good day."
The ink is burning and dizzy, but it is still trying to capture these memories scattered like rushes.
He murmured: "I ask for gratitude...not for... vengeance."
The teacher shook his head and waited for a while.
Ask again: "What do you want?"
The ink burned hoarse and persistent: "What I want... one day, I can die in the hands of the master."
The teacher froze for a moment, then laughed
Come: "Die at the hands of the master?"
"I don't want to be the devil... I don't want to go to hell..." He turned upside down and murmured repeatedly, "I don't want to just remember hatred, Master..."
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