Yin Wuji sneered, "What else did you say to him? Just lock up the person! Do you see if he has a sect attitude? I was kind enough to treat his injuries for him and wanted to give him important tasks, but what happened? But I avoided me like a snake and a scorpion, as if my father would harm him."

Luo Yunxiao still lowered her eyebrows and eyes and said nothing, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The Kiss in the spirit beast bag could not help but curse: "Damn! Shameless, so shameless! It seems that the person who controlled you with the prohibition to control your master, almost let Yin Yuanyi kill him was not the one who did not."

"Xiao'er, are you still blaming us for being so fond of Yi'er and not treating you well?"

Fu Yushu's tears suddenly fell.

His face was full of guilt and sadness, "I'm sorry, Xiao'er, it's my mother who's sorry for you. You have suffered too many grievances over the years. But we also have difficulties."

"Mom doesn't ask Xiao'er, you can forgive us immediately, but at least give me some time to tell you the truth about that year, okay?"

Luo Yunxiao was stunned, "The truth?"

What's the truth?

Isn’t it because he has been named a fierce and cruel destiny since he was born?

Luo Yunxiao also didn't believe it when she was a child.

But one day, he was bullied by Yin Yuanyi, and the string in his mind, called reason, broke.

Then, his consciousness became chaotic and his memory became blurred.

When I woke up again, there were already corpses lying around me.

Those were thousands of bodies.

There are maids and slaves in the Netherworld Palace who are responsible for serving.

There are high-level immortals who specialize in protecting Yin Yuanyi.

There are also Fu Yushu who specially sent him to take care of him and treat him very well on weekdays.

The corpses all over the ground, blood flowed into a river, soaking his shoes, socks and clothes.

There was also a broken hand at his feet, and his old and thin five fingers were tightly grasping his ankle.

Not far away, the old lady's twisted face was looking at him with fear and begging.

The grown-up mouth was stained with blood, as if crying and roaring silently.

A day ago, the old lady gently stroked his head and asked if the pastry he made for him today was delicious.

And he killed this kind old man with his own hands.

Luo Yunxiao could not describe his fear and panic at that time.

It is even more unforgettable that Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu, who rushed over, were frightened and disgusting when they looked at him.

And they were also ecstatic when they dug out the dying Yin Yuanyi from the pile of dead people.

At that moment, even Luo Yunxiao believed that he was a monster.

A cruel, terrible monster that can't control himself anytime and anywhere.

Who would like a monster?

Who would treat a monster as his biological son?

Because of that killing, Luo Yunxiao had a sense of guilt and fear in her heart.

He began to dare not give his sincerity to anyone around him.

He did not dare to disobey the requests of Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu.

Even Yin Yuanyi's various provocations and humiliations were indifferently accepted.

It’s not that it’s not painful or wronged.

But no matter how wronged you are or unwilling to accept it?

He used to be unbelievable, but in the end he became more and more confirmed that he was just a monster.

In this glorious and noble imperial court in the Netherworld, others are always lively and step by step.

However, he is not alone, lonely and cold, and is incompatible with the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world.

It was not until Master Xingyuan appeared that he gave him the first warmth.
Chapter completed!