How could he be the devil

Chapter 97 The Unobtainable Father's Love
So, from that day on, Ling Shuang would always look around and run out, and when she learned that her father had important matters to deal with, Ling Shuang would quietly go back to Ling Yunle's bedroom.

Although his lovely younger brother doesn't know his existence, Ling Shuang still loves him, and often fan Ling Yunle in the hot midnight to drive away mosquitoes.

Ling Shuang felt like a shadow, trying to hide in a place without light.

But even so, he was happy, as long as he could be by his father and younger brother's side, he would be happy.

No one could understand what kind of mentality it was for a teenager to take care of his younger brother for half a year.

If Ling Yunle hadn't been thirsty that night, got up to drink water, and saw Ling Shuang lying in front of the bed, maybe Ling Shuang would have been so happy forever.

His humble little bit of happiness was destroyed by his own brother.

However, listening to Ling Shuang talking about these things, Ling Yunle didn't have the slightest impression at all.

Yes, Ling Yunle was only two or three years old at that time, how could she still remember these things?
Ling Yunle said with a cold face: "You mean, if a child sees a strange boy lying next to his bed in the middle of the night, he should not be afraid, but should happily recognize you?"

These words made Ling Shuang's face turn pale immediately, and he stared at Ling Yunle firmly, "I know it's not your fault, but who told you to be the child my father likes? I just want to see you, if I want to be right If you do it, I could have killed you a long time ago, why bother to hover?"

Ling Yunle fell silent, he had to admit that what Ling Shuang said, he couldn't take it as a strange story.

He was in it, and even because of his similar identities, he would unconsciously take the role of Ling Shuang.

What if the person who is not loved is yourself?
Ling Yunle couldn't imagine at all, if he was Ling Shuang, and Ling Shuang was himself, would he be able to do like Ling Shuang and not lay a poisonous hand on the favored one.

Ling Shuang continued: "I obviously didn't do anything, I just wanted to see you, even if I was jealous of you. But father is too partial!"

When Ling Yunle woke up, she saw Ling Shuang staring at her.

Such a young child never thought that the person in front of him might be his relative, he just felt scared and yelled in fear.

Ling Yunle's shout attracted the servants serving outside, Ling Shuang was like a child who did something wrong, she didn't realize what happened for a while.

Until this matter got into trouble, Ling Shuang was escorted to the Demon King Hall by his attendants.

The moment he saw his father, there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to explain.

But before he opened his mouth, the familiar yet unfamiliar father in front of him slapped him so hard that Ling Shuang's teeth hit the corner of his mouth, bleeding profusely.

Ling Shuang tilted her head from the beating and couldn't recover for a long time.

After a long time, he looked at his father with incredulous eyes. The father in front of him was so indifferent and serious, completely different from the benevolent and kind father he had seen.

Ling Shuang thought to herself: Did I make a mistake?
Actually, his father and Ling Yunle's father were originally two people, right?

Just like twins, the fathers of both of them look exactly the same.

Otherwise, why would the person in front of him treat him so cruelly after being kind to another son?

Ling Shuang moistened her eye sockets, the tears in her eyes kept swirling, and finally fell down uncontrollably.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at his father, "Why?"

Ling Shuang didn't even realize it, she asked the three words on her mind.

His father looked at him condescendingly, and angrily said: "Ling Shuang, you have to recognize your identity. Ale is different from you. If you dare to hurt him even a single bit, I will definitely cut you into pieces."

identity?What is his identity?What is Ling Yunle's identity?
What is the difference between the two of them?What the hell?
Aren't they all his children?

The tears in Ling Shuang's eyes fell one by one, and the boy's fair face was full of despair, "Father, I never thought of hurting him, I just... like him and want to see him."

When Ling Shuang uttered such humble words, the grievances in his heart continued to spread, like swallowing a dagger alive, and as the dagger swam in his abdomen, he was stabbed all over his body with cuts and bruises.

But his father never showed any pity for him, he just looked at Ling Shuang indifferently, "You are not worthy, Ling Shuang, you are not worthy to like him, he is not something someone like you can touch, you'd better put all your thoughts on him." Put it away. If I find you close to Ah Le next time, I won't let you go."

Later, Ling Shuang was thrown back to his small house by his father's attendants, as if worried that Ling Shuang would escape again, the demon king tripled the number of attendants guarding Ling Shuang.

It was already cold winter, and he knelt on the icy ground for a long time, his knees were frostbitten.

His father came to see him once, but he only told people to add a thicker quilt to him, and he didn't say anything else.

The cold wind was biting, and every cold night, Ling Shuang could only curl up with a thick quilt.

There are no charcoal basins or other heating tools in the house, which is undoubtedly difficult for Ling Shuang.

During the day, he can sit by the window, open the window, and let the slightly warm sunshine outside come in, this is the only warmth he can touch.

Occasionally, Ling Shuang would stick his hand out of the window, and if the guard's attendants were kind enough, he would be allowed to do so.

Being in the house for a long time and not being able to be in the sun, Ling Shuang's skin was sickly and pale.

Only the hand that can occasionally be illuminated by the sun can faintly see the color of blood.

Ling Shuang looked at the birds that occasionally stayed in the yard, leaving footprints in the snow, and imagined that maybe Ling Yunle was also stepping on the snow in the garden at this moment.

He is still so small and his body is so fragile, no one is watching him.

Perhaps, his father is holding his little hand and playing with him on the snow.

Or maybe, he wants to build a snowman, but Ling Yunle is so small, her little hands are also soft, touching the cold snow may freeze her fingers.

When his fingers are frozen, his father will not let him touch the snow again.

But Ling Yunle is so delicate, what if she insists on playing in the snow?
The father would probably be conniving, he would cast spells to protect Ling Yunle's little hands so that they would not get frostbite.

Ling Shuang raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously, as if she really saw that scene.

Apart from being happy, it is also inevitable to feel sad.

Even if such treatment is not his, is it okay to let him take a look?
The sun was still hanging high in the sky, projecting its brilliance, but the sky was gradually snowing.

A snowflake fell on Ling Shuang's palm, although it was small, it was still icy cold.

Ling Shuang trembled subconsciously, and retracted her white palm.

His hand is warm, and the snowflake has melted.

Ling Shuang stared at the small water droplets after melting. He felt that he was like this melted snow. He could not fall on the ground like other snow, but could only melt alone.

I'm so envious, I'm really envious, I'm envious of those ordinary Xue, why can't he live like that?

As winter passed and spring came, Ling Shuang also came out of the gloomy mood and tried to think about the bright side.

He began to practice hard, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, as long as his cultivation was high enough, his father would always look at him highly.

In order to show his hard work, even when his father came to see him, he also pretended to be diligent and practiced hard.

But his father couldn't see the anger and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Ling Shuang opened her eyes, still maintained her meditation posture, and replied with a slight smile, "I am practicing, father, and I will try my best to become a person like my father."

He doesn't know what kind of child his father likes, but if he works hard, he won't make his father hate him!

But Ling Shuang was wrong. Although his father didn't say anything, after hearing his answer, his face was gloomy and very ugly.

At that time, Ling Shuang didn't know what this expression meant.

He just didn't understand why he couldn't get his father's favor for anything he did?
Ling Shuang comforted herself, or maybe it was just her own illusion, her father always had a cold face, at least when he was in front of him.

In order to learn more spells, Ling Shuang said to the attendant guarding the door: "Please ask the Demon King to borrow some practice books for me, please?"

He can't call the demon king his father in front of outsiders, this is an order his father gave him.

Because she is not favored, Ling Shuang is respectful even to her attendants.

But if this is the case, it's as if nothing has disappeared. Ling Shuang said it several times, but she didn't get any response, and she didn't read half of the book.

Perhaps these people just looked down on him and didn't tell his father at all.Ling Shuang thought so.

I don't know if he is careless, since my father came last time and saw him practicing, he hasn't visited him for a month.

Of course, this is not the first time such a thing has happened. When my father is busy, he will ignore him.

So he thought maybe he was just thinking too much.

One and a half months later, when his father came to see him again, Ling Shuang told his father that he wanted to learn more spells, and hoped that someone could teach them, or he could get some spiritual skills.

He didn't even dare to tell his father, hoping that his father could teach him.

Ling Shuang knew that such words were meaningless, and her father would never agree.

Mozun looked at Ling Shuang for a long time, his eyes were indifferent and cold, and he asked, "Why do you practice magic?"

for what?What can it be for?

Ling Shuang smiled wryly in her heart, naturally it was to get closer to her father, to be a useful person to her father, to get his father's attention, just like Ling Yunle.

He smiled brightly, "In order to be like my father."

Yes, this is his dream, to be such an excellent person as his father.

Mozun's face collapsed in an instant, extremely gloomy, as if he had heard some disgusting insult.

Ling Shuang couldn't help shivering, and for some reason, the words that her father said, "You are not worthy" appeared in her mind! !

Like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Father, I... will work very hard. I know that I am nothing now, but I will practice hard. I promise, I will definitely become The child that father values. I can still teach Ale spells. In a few years, he should start practicing spells. I want to teach him, can I?"

After all, Ling Shuang raised her head cautiously and peeked at her father, but her father didn't seem to be pleased, but his expression became even more embarrassing.

Ling Shuang's voice became more and more trembling, "Father, can... is it okay?"

Mozun gave him a cold look, and said: "Ling Shuang, don't have unrealistic fantasies in your heart, you don't need to practice magic, and don't think about getting close to Ale, staying here for the rest of your life is your destination."

The boy looked at his father in disbelief, he didn't understand why it was unrealistic?
He is also his father's child, and he is the same as Ling Yunle, why?What he wanted so hard to get was nothing but what Ling Yunle already had, so why was it unrealistic?
Ling Shuang's eyes were red, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't even feel his cheeks were wet.

He just stared at his father fixedly, speechless.

Until his father said to him: "Ling Shuang, you will never be my son on the bright side. Don't have any hope. No matter how hard you try, it's meaningless."

After his father finished speaking, he left, leaving only Ling Shuang standing there stupidly, unable to recover for a long time.

The tears seemed to have no end, and kept falling down.

why?
why?

Why do you treat him like this?
What did he do wrong?Why is father so cruel?
Ling Shuang only felt that the faith in her heart was being destroyed bit by bit, like a flame being extinguished bit by bit by cold water droplets.

Silently, but mercilessly, it plunges people into despair and pain.

Ling Shuang fell ill and was so ill that she couldn't get out of bed.

The servant who delivered Ling Shuang's meals every day found out about it, but Ling Shuang was not treated for a long time, nor could he see his father.

Ling Shuang no longer wanted to make excuses for her father.

He knew that it was impossible for the servant not to report such a thing to his father.

Father didn't care, didn't care about his life or death at all.

The gloomy atmosphere, the windows have not been opened for a long time, even the air feels thin, Ling Shuang has a very suffocating feeling.

He felt that he was going to be out of breath, and even thought: If he just died like this, it would probably be the best result.

Maybe my father thought the same way, would it be fine if he died?

Ling Shuang smiled wryly, and looked into the sky with distracted eyes.

Vaguely, he felt that he had seen his father and Ling Yunle's happy time together, and he tried his best to replace Ling Yunle with himself, pretending that the person his father loved was himself.

Obviously knowing it's stupid, but this is the only way Ling Shuang can perceive father's love.

This serious illness made Ling Shuang lie on the couch for a full month.

When he recovered, he became silent and speechless as if he had changed into a different person.

Since his father did not allow him to practice the mental method, with his talent, he can also comprehend the law from it.

(End of this chapter)