deadly mantra

Ji Fanyin sneered:

"What? You are so used to being wronged that you have forgotten how to be a human being?"

"How long has it been since you asked yourself, who are you?"

"You are the one who wants to follow Prince Xuan."

"He is a personal guard who will represent the image of Prince Xuan in every word and deed."

"You are not a dead man who only cares about life and death, does not distinguish between good and evil, and obeys orders."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Aobai and others were shocked, with different expressions, and fell into deep thought.

Ju Jiaming frowned and tilted his head stubbornly, holding back the tears that accumulated in his eyes.

Each of his light words was like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting through Ju Jiaming's skin.

What was exposed inside was the flesh and bones that already exuded the smell of decay... feeling inferior and unbearable.

"I just... I just want to win a face, for a breath, I... I just want to win, I want to become stronger, yes, become stronger... I want to become stronger!"

"I want to become stronger! Is this wrong? I just don't want to be bullied anymore, and I don't want to be like a poor insect... living in a gutter with no light and no hope... When they are bored, they dig up the soil, Step on, crush..."

Ju Jiaming clenched his trembling hands and shouted angrily:

"I want to live like a human being! I must win! Only by winning can I stand in front of others, be seen and valued by the head of the family! I must seize every opportunity to climb up... I want to become a master... "

He chuckled coldly.

Like mocking Givenchy.

It's like laughing at myself now.

"Shame? If I didn't discard that thing as soon as possible, would I still be standing here alive?"

"I'm not Zhongli Meng!"

“I don’t have a noble background, I don’t have a father who is a great genius, and I don’t have a mother who is a first-class bachelor who has assisted two generations of ladies!

"The only eldest daughter of the Zhong family, she doesn't even have to speak when she raises her eyes. Everything she wants to do is answered by hundreds of people, and she sings all the way. Everything goes smoothly!"

"What about me? My father is like an object, sold cheaply, bought cheaply, and sold again, like a snowball that gets dirtier and dirtier, being given away and given away."

"A child born to a lowly slave, and the head of the house doesn't give a nod, even the blood flowing in my body is filthy."

"If a person like me wants to do something, he can only respond to a hundred calls. A response is still a 'bah'."

Tears blurred his vision, and were wiped away with such force that his eyes became red.

Ju Jiaming's curved back couldn't stop trembling, and he cursed himself over and over in his heart, feeling contemptuous of himself.

I want to stand up straight without admitting defeat.

Like a person, straighten your waist. But the looks coming around showed pity and surprise...

Ju Jiaming's head was in a mess and his whole body was cold. He couldn't calm down at all and couldn't ignore their gazes.

They might initially stand at a high level and be shocked by his life experience.

Then the thought "This man is so pitiful" came to mind.

In the end, he will be like everyone he meets...

Disregard him.

Suppress.

Step into the mud.

In this way, they set off their cleanliness and kindness.

He was almost prepared for the worst.

In the end, a person is just "dead".

He's not afraid.

The only thing he couldn't accept was these overly dazzling sights at this moment.

at this time.

Ji Fanyin's eyes were calm and she spoke:

"I know."

Ju Jiaming was stunned, and then he stiffened his voice and smiled sarcastically:

"you know?"

Ji Fanyin looked at him steadily:

"If I didn't know, why would I bother talking to you?"

She retracted her sword finger and put her hands behind her back.

The ice spikes in the sky instantly turned into dots of ice stars, which swayed in the cold wind on the green hair and corners of Jiaming's clothes.

It also caught his shocked eyes at the same moment.