The Brothers All Love Me

Ling Xiaoyou just woke up with a start. He kept thinking about everything that happened in his mind. If everything is not your own fault, who will bear it and why yellow rain is the victim.

Ling Xiaoyou has been thinking whether to tell Liuchuan Feng about it and let him find the scar. The existence of the scar is the man Ling Xiaoyou made up his mind to cut.

Ling Xiaoyou has too much hatred and trouble in his heart. He kept thinking, and it was difficult to get rid of the depression and tension in his heart.

The more you think, the more difficult it is for Ling Xiaoyou to sleep, so he doesn't sleep.

Spring nights may not be much different from winter. It still looks very frosty and foggy outside.

Ling Xiaoyou put on a thin coat and went downstairs. His footsteps didn't sound very loud when he walked. Because he doesn't want to wake anyone. I'm afraid no one knows this emotional burden better than him.

In the garden, the shadow was set off at night. The shadow of trees, flowers and plants swayed and swayed in the moonlight.

Ling Xiaoyou took a bottle of water in the refrigerator. Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp.

He looked at everything growing in the courtyard with his coldest eyes.

Ling Xiaoyou said, squatting down slowly and looking at a rose.

"You have lived in such a place since you saw the sunshine of the world. You see, it is extremely luxurious and free from any external pollution."

Ling Xiaoyou said as he pulled off the petals of the flower one by one.

His expression was hideous.

"Yes, even a flower in Liuchuan courtyard is much better than me. Ha ha."

Ling Xiaoyou is still here talking to himself. He seemed to hate the unfairness of this society.

Maybe this is Ling Xiaoyou's inferiority complex.

Ling Xiaoyou is still reluctant to let go of the flowers here.

"Oh, by the way, because you are her favorite flower, so you have to live in such a swaddle. And I am the one who comes and goes as soon as she calls. I don't have to take into account any of my feelings. She won't be interested in how I rot outside..."

Ling Xiaoyou said this, and his tone became restless. He wanted to roar, but Ling Xiaoyou restrained himself and suppressed the roaring screams in his throat.

"Now I can't rely on my own ability, but one day, I will let you taste what losing a loved one is."

Ling Xiaoyou is like a wild beast with crazy hair. His eyes are full of blood and his mouth is constantly cursing. Maybe he was born with such greedy and ungrateful blood

Indeed, people do it for themselves. If you don't do it for yourself, heaven will kill you.

Ling Xiaoyou became more and more crazy. No matter what ethical principles are, it seems that Ling Xiaoyou can't suppress his angry heart at this moment.

Ling Xiaoyou's mood is like a very unstable volcano. It may erupt suddenly at some time, but the fuse is always the pain in his heart and unforgettable pain.

Ling Xiaoyou walked straight past... He walked past the nest specially set up for the little rabbit in Lingkong.

The lawn was carefully taken care of by the servants at home, and everything seemed very perfect and clean. This is the environment where the little rabbit should live.

But in his view, all this is just an illusion given by the air.

This rabbit is just an animal that doesn't understand all the laws of nature? Why is there such a special treatment?

Ling Xiaoyou is like a monster that eats rabbits. He stepped into the lawn and found the rabbit's eyes bulging. At first, Ling Xiaoyou didn't want to make too much noise.

Ling Xiaoyou pretended to be very friendly, held the rabbit in his arms and gently stroked the rabbit's hair. This made the rabbit feel like he was trapped in a gentle trap.

The little rabbit completely trusts and depends on Ling Xiaoyou. But Ling Xiaoyou didn't want to caress the rabbit in his heart. Ling Xiaoyou slowly took out his dagger and quickly gave the little rabbit a fatal blow.

The little rabbit didn't seem to feel the danger coming. In this gentle trap, there is no struggle and blood.

Ling Xiaoyou thinks it's not enough to give the rabbit a knife. In his impression, Ling Kongkong dotes on the rabbit these days.

And an animal lives better than this... Ling Xiaoyou thought of it, so he couldn't help but want to torture it more.

Ling Xiaoyou vented all the unfairness to him in the world on the rabbit.

He skinned it cruelly. Then he put the bloody rabbit into the newly built wooden house where he used to live.

When Ling Xiaoyou recovered, he found that his hands were covered with blood. The smell of blood all around rushed into his breath.

He didn't know why the pleasure of killing made him feel very happy in his heart!

Ling Xiaoyou himself certainly knows that such a practice is very morbid. But I can't suppress my inner feelings.

Is he a murderer? Ling Xiaoyou constantly tortures himself in his heart.

But in spite of this, there is no conclusion at all.

Ling Xiaoyou simply washed his hands and left the scene.

But such bloody and red scenes haunted his mind.

But even so, he slept sounder tonight than before.

The night was quiet and undisturbed by anything, but only God knew what had happened.

Early in the morning, Liuchuan's courtyard was awakened by a scream, which seemed to cut through all the calm morning.

This is the aunt of Liuchuan family. She is used to it every day. She gets up at 6:00 in the morning to clean up all the house affairs and prepare breakfast.

However, she has worked in Liuchuan family for decades and has never encountered such a scene today. She has never seen such a bloody scene at all.

She screamed and fainted with fear.

Ling Kongkong and Liu Chuanfeng heard it and hurried down. Seeing such a bloody scene, I felt extremely terrible and frightening.

Liuchuan Feng hurriedly covered the eyes of the man beside him. He didn't want her to see such a scene at the moment.

"Clean up quickly." Liuchuan Feng frowned tightly.

Seeing such a scene early in the morning is inevitably frightening.