God Ring Howl

"You never liked my mother!"

Zhao Xiang stood next to the pot in the kitchen, put down the kettle with a "bang", and yelled at his father.

The originally crisp voice now appeared sharp, distorted and even torn because of excitement.

"You never liked my mother!"

Zhao Xiang slammed down the kettle.

Wow——,

The kettle shattered and the boiling water inside spilled all over the floor.

It not only splashed on Zhao Xiang's cheeks, but also shot at the third brother Zhao Fei who was closest to him.

Crackling, crackling.

Zhao Fei rushed forward, slapped Zhao Xiang twice, and then shouted angrily:

"You son of a bitch, blind your dog's eyes, you dare to scald me with boiling water on purpose, don't you want to kill me? After all, your mother died early, you really have no education at all!"

"Third brother, how did you not know until now? Even if the mother of this little brat didn't die three years ago, wouldn't he still be uneducated? Huh, look at our mother, she must be cultivated and cultivated, and she must have a good appearance. His mother? Hehe, that's an embroidered pillow and a pack of grass, only worthy of teaching such a stupid and stupid pig!"

Standing behind Zhao Fei, the second elder brother Zhao Yun snorted coldly. He glanced at Zhao Xiang with disdain, and immediately took Zhao Fei's words and continued.

Zhao Xiang's face was livid with anger, and his chest heaved violently.

"Why, you're not convinced, are you?" Zhao Long, the eldest brother who has never given Zhao Xiang a good face for many years, finally opened his mouth and shot him with words like snakes and scorpions, "You are my father's little wife born Yes, tell me, what good things will my little wife give birth to?! Apart from working hard and doing rough work, what else can I do?!"

With a sharp voice, Zhao Xiang pointed at the devil-like elder brother with his trembling index finger, his face was livid with anger:

"you you you……"

"What are you, your big brother Zhao Long, did you say something wrong?" A flowery and jade-like woman with a sullen face, her voice was ten times colder than the cold wind outside the house, "Zhao Xiang, although your mother is more beautiful than the cold wind in the brothel." The woman is not much different, but at least she still calls me Hua Lanxiang sister. Before she passed away, she entrusted you to me with tears and snot, and begged me to discipline you well in the future, alas, my poor girl, Elder sister has no way to control this precious son you gave birth to!"

Hua Lanxiang raised her voice, put her hands on her hips, pointed at Zhao Xiang and shouted hoarsely:

"A dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who can make a hole. A woman who smells like a dick will give birth to a good son? You little bastard who is not as good as a pig or a dog, you actually scalded your third brother with boiling water at a young age? What a poison!" Like a snake and a scorpion, to your father..."

"You are not a thing, you are the stinky bastard in the brothel, Zhao Long, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Fei are beasts, beasts, beasts!"

Zhao Xiang's face was flushed. The grievances he had suffered in the past three years, at this moment, overwhelmed all his rationality and rushed out.

He was speechless and could no longer remain calm.

Hua Lanxiang trembled all over, her face suddenly turned pale, she swayed, and quickly fell on top of his man:

"Zhao Ming, you, look at your good son, I can't bear to live with such an educated son like you! Today, if he doesn't leave this house, I will leave this house forever, no Come back again!"

Quickly lifting the head resting on Zhao Ming's shoulder, Hua Lanxiang picked up a bowl of hot sauce on the stove and threw it to the ground:

"I solemnly warn you, Zhao Ming, there is him without me, and there is me without him!"

There was a strong chili smell in the room.

A dog with a fierce look and a strong body walked into the kitchen wagging its tail, sticking out its long red tongue, and sucking the black and red chili sauce splashed on the ground.

In the kitchen, there is a pungent and spicy smell everywhere.

A small piece of broken porcelain jumped up from the ground and passed across Zhao Xiang's naturally open left palm.

Immediately, a deep groove was drawn on Zhao Xiang's reddened left palm, and bright red blood oozed from the groove.

He held back his tears, quickly brought his left hand close to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and sucked the blood on the palm of his hand.

The salty, deceitful blood immediately caused a storm of bitterness, pain, and anger to blow in his heart.

Hua Lanxiang took small steps and gave Zhao Xiang a vicious look.

The moment he stepped out of the kitchen door, his body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, leaving a painful back.

Snapped--

Zhao Xiang felt a pain in the back of his head, he took the left palm he was sucking on his mouth, and suddenly turned to look behind.

He saw his father.

This father who gave birth to him, and raised him for ten years, but never gave him a good face or a good voice, dropped this fist on his head, heavy, heavy, and hammered his heart broken!

All family affection smashed!All expectations fly away!All dreams are smashed!

Zhao Xiang has long realized that this day will come!

Especially when his mother left him to go to another world three years ago, he knew that this day was not far away!

He has never left this home, because there is still his biological father here!

Even though Hua Lanxiang was not his biological mother, and even though her three sons had never treated him well, he had a vague feeling that his father still loved him deeply!

However, this pitiful feeling was severely crushed by his father's fist just now.

As if the last slender and weak light was swallowed by the dusk and crushed by the night.

He listened numbly to his father's cruel and unfeeling words to him:

"Little bastard, get out with me, get out, get out as far as you can, I don't want to see you again, none of our family wants to see you again! Get out, get out—"

Zhao Xiang straightened his fur hat. It was made of two cat skins, and it was left to him by his mother a few days before her death.

Subconsciously, he wiped his shabby green cotton robe with his right hand.

He bit his lip desperately, tried his best to calm down his emotions, and looked at his father.

"You never liked me, never, I know, I know everything." Zhao Xiang seemed to be looking at a familiar stranger, and there was great pain in his calm voice, "I doubt that you are my father , Is it my father? Do you remember this long scar on my face? It was left by the woman you like, Hua Lanxiang, left by her."

Zhao Ming looked at his ten-year-old son Zhao Xiang indifferently, as if he was looking at a wild cat and dog.

"Even if you don't like my mother, I'm your own. Why do you always look at me coldly? You didn't ask me when you gave birth to me. Am I not as good as this flowery dog ​​on the ground sucking hot sauce? Now I'm serious. Let me ask you, are you human, Dad?!"

The muscles in the corners of Zhao Ming's eyes twitched, and his cloudy eyes swept over the flower dog sucking hot sauce on the ground like lightning, and then seemed to inadvertently pass over the calm and painful face of his youngest son Zhao Xiang, passing through the kitchen door, looking To the unknown distance.

"I'm going, of course I'm going. I will keep everything you have done to me in my heart and remember it well. I promise Grandpa Hu to cultivate the truth, to cultivate the truth! When I cultivate supernatural powers, I will take good care of you. Give back to you, give back everything you gave me, everything you gave to my mother."

Zhao Xiang looked at the cold and silent father, his voice was very calm, without any waves, not like a ten-year-old child at all.

Zhao Xiang's second brother Zhao Yun sneered and said:

"Who do you think you are? Do you think cultivation is so easy? Do you have a day when you can achieve it? Tell me, tell me, can a toad eat swan meat? You can't even eat swan farts, and you are delusional." Cultivation? Do you think it’s that easy to cultivate? Take a piss and take a look at your sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks. You’re so stupid, and you still want to cultivate something? It’s ridiculous, hehe, I heard that Happy joke!"

"Second brother, what you said is absolutely right." Zhao Xiang's eldest brother, Zhao Long, is tall and burly, and poured the dirty water of ridicule and contempt at Zhao Xiang, who is short and thin, "He only deserves three of our brothers to wash their feet. It should be cooked in the kitchen. Want revenge? Hehe, I think unless the sun comes out in the west, unless the rooster at home rolls an egg out of his ass, hehe, maybe at that time, he will have the slightest possibility .”

hahahahahahahaha--

The three brothers couldn't help laughing.

The laughter was like sharp knives, cutting every inch of Zhao Xiang's skin.

Zhao Xiang's eyes burst into flames of anger, and his lips trembled violently.

After Zhao Fei laughed exaggeratedly, he continued the irony to the end with a sharp tongue:

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Dad, don't waste any more time, this poor little guy is as annoying as his dead mother. Let him go, stand in front of me, how annoying it is, stand more It made me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable for 1 minute. This discomfort really killed me. Get out, Zhao Xiang,"

He suddenly leaned towards Zhao Xiang, showing contempt in his eyes, and whispered in his ear:

"Hey, little bastard, why are your eyes so wide open, why do you still want to eat me? Huh, I'm giving you that chance, I'm sorry you don't have the guts. Go away, go away, go away, slow down, Hey, see if I don't interrupt your dog legs!"

Such cynicism, contempt and contempt have been commonplace and a piece of cake since Zhao Xiang can remember, almost a daily repertoire, and it can be said to be enduring.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhao Xiang's cold gaze swept across his father standing in the kitchen, his three sons Zhao Long, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Fei surrounding his father, and finally stopped at his father Zhao Ming There is no emotion, and the face is so cold that it is cold.

"Since our mother and son, you have never been pleasing to the eye, never," Zhao Xiang stared at his father, and said in a strangely low voice, "Take out my mother's ring and give it to me, isn't it your stuff."

Zhao Xiangqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, and stood beside the pot, very calmly, as if there was no trace of anger.

Everyone in the room looked at him indifferently, as if they were facing the air, without any emotion.

In their eyes, maybe I am not even an ant?

It must be so, Zhao Xiang thought.

However, his eyes were still fixed on his father Zhao Ming calmly.

Staring very calmly, as if without the slightest emotion.

No one saw that his heart was bleeding, aching, and howling.

No!not a single one!

In fact, every bone, every skin, and every cell of his body is filled with monstrous anger and wild hatred.

If this kind of hatred and anger erupts, it will definitely distort his pale face, and it will definitely make the long finger mark that runs across the face from the upper left corner of his forehead and reaches the right chin twitch and turn over.

Make him look more like an extremely ugly little devil, little lunatic, little monster!

However, he buried this terrifying hatred, anger, and resentment deeply in his heart.

He knew that now was not the time to be furious, his strength was too weak to be worth mentioning, he couldn't even fight the flower dog sucking the chili sauce on the ground now!

Forbearance!

Only forbearance!

I want to promise Grandpa Hu!

I will promise him right away!

Comprehension!

Go to practice!

I'm going to practice cultivation!

I want to become a powerful fairy as soon as possible!

I swear to cultivate the powerful mana of a fairy as soon as possible!

No matter what hardships I suffer, no matter how many sins I suffer, I will never regret it!

On the day when I succeed in cultivation, I will put away the humiliation, torture, and pain that our mother and son have suffered over the years——

It's all on Zhao Ming, Hua Lanxiang and their three sons. Find them all, and find them all!

"Give me my mother's ring, give me!"

Zhao Xiang's calm tone, clear eyes, and standing still body all explained that there was no doubt about it.

"Broken ring, take it! I knew you wouldn't have any future, and even this broken ring that can't be held on the table has to be taken away. Do you think this is some kind of amazing treasure?!"

Zhao Ming's cloudy eyes fixed on Zhao Xiang closely, and his voice seemed to be three points colder than the cold air coming from deep underground.

He took out a ring from his bosom, and placed it heavily on Zhao Xiang's outstretched, open-up left palm.

The ring is about the size of a thumb, with criss-cross cracks and dull colors, telling the story of the long and vicissitudes of life.

"Go away, don't let me see you again! As long as I see you again, even if it's a shadow, I will break your dog legs!"

A ring the size of a thumb landed on Zhao Xiang's palm.

Zhao Xiang immediately clenched it with five fingers, and an unusually cool feeling quickly spread from his left hand to his whole body.

He turned around immediately, without even looking back.

Now he no longer misses this so-called home. What this home left for him is not warmth, but coldness.

Zhao Xiang slowly stepped out of the kitchen door and walked outside into the cold windy house.

A line of unfeeling and indifferent ridicule behind him was like a whip, whipping his battered heart to the brim with blood.

"He still wants to cultivate? In my opinion, only a fool would accept him as a disciple!"

"This idiot, this idiot, what do you expect him to do in this life? Revenge? Don't even think about it, hahaha!"

"That's right, this little bastard is so ugly, and his abilities are so poor. Living in this world, he is a hundred times better than a chicken or a dog. How can anyone accept him as a disciple? Unless that person has a brain It's flooded. Heh, heh, do you want revenge? That's no different from daydreaming?!"

"If I were him, hehe, I would bang my head against the wall and hang myself with a rope, and I would never make fun of myself by embarrassing myself. Pooh!"

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