Chapter 391: she was

He will never forget the pain of a broken leg.
The pain of that moment will be remembered many years later.
No one heard him even if he screamed.
He felt he was dead.
Before being thrown into the cell, he lost consciousness. He only felt pain, his whole body was hurting, every bone and every inch of skin was hurting.
Even he thought it would be fine to die like this.
Fat left, mother died, he seems to be unable to live if he wants to live.
But he was not reconciled, those who killed them were still smiling, he didn't want to die.
But he couldn't save himself, he missed being fat, even if she was sentenced to him in the end, he still missed him.
Is it true that when people are dying, they will think of the person they least want to forget?
Until he had hallucinations, he saw Fatty holding him and healing him. Although it was painful, it was painful to convulsions, but his heart was still very happy.
Even if he was dying, he was very happy to see Fatty before he died.
However, that was not an illusion. Fatty even appeared. He picked him up and took him away. When he felt the familiar embrace, he finally knew that his fatness was back.
He thought he and Fatty would not be separated again, but the father appeared.
Father Emperor... killed Fatty.
If a broken leg is a pain he will never forget, then a fat death is a heartache that he will never forget.
He forgot what happened after that, but only remembered that when he woke up, his father accompanied him and gave him to another concubine to raise him.
He did not speak, nor did he have the right to refuse. Everyone said he was stupid, his leg was crippled, and he could no longer stand up.
Fortunately, this is the price he has to pay if he is fat, because he is too weak.
Fat wants him to live, so he should live and accept the punishment. Living so painfully, it is used to pay tribute to Fatty.
Until, the man in black named Zero One found him.
And told him that in the future, he will have his own power, and that is the last thing his mother left for him.
After learning about this, he laughed, the first time he laughed, since he died of fat, he laughed for the first time, but that one laugh made the countless murderers a little bit angry.
From then on, he knew that he had changed and where he had changed. Only the boy who was saved by him and hid in the closet knew about it. By the way, he gave that boy a name, Jifeng.
And Haifeng, who had just escaped from Death Valley, has since surrendered to him.
After his leg injury healed, the emperor asked him to continue studying in Shenxuetang. He did not refuse. He was pushed to Shenxuetang every day. He didn't care about the ridicule and mocking eyes.
Only this time, he no longer showed his wit, he began to stop answering the Master's questions, nor was he showing up. The Master even sighed secretly, and a good seedling was also abandoned.
Only he knew it. He saw a word in the book, kept a low profile, and learned one thing. If there is no corresponding strength, then he must hide it.
And one day, a person who had bullied him came to him alone in the yard, wanting to teach him to vent his anger, to teach a lame thing, no one was worried too much, and it was natural that he would not and dare to tell anyone.
Until, he opened his stomach with his own hands, and his internal organs flowed all over the floor. Before he died, the man's eyes widened, and there was panic inside, as if he never thought he would be killed by the person in front of him.
And he just drew off the blood from his hands indifferently, his complexion as usual.
The shadow guard behind him understood for the first time that the person they were following was not a lame man who was worthless. From that moment on, they were truly loyal.
That night, he had a serious illness, and there was a fat figure in his dream.
From then on, he began to study desperately, learning the secrets left by his mother, and learning all the things that Fatty wanted him to learn.
He worked hard to be what she wanted him to be, and he thought that she would come back.
Even if this is just deceiving yourself and others.
After all, his existence hindered the eyes of some people. He became sick again. This time he was very sick. After a long time, those strange patterns appeared on the sick face, blood-red, glamorous patterns. .
And on the night when the pattern appeared, the concubine who had been raising him on his behalf, in fact, regardless of his life and death, died, bleeding from Qiqiao, and died suddenly.
Since then, the statement that he had hit the evil spirits spread, even the Imperial College was alarmed.
Master Huiming personally created a mask for him, in name, in order to block the evil spirit from rushing into the emperor, but in fact, since ancient times, only shameless and faceless people need to wear a mask.
They just wanted to humiliate him.
In the end, he put on a mask to block his appearance.
Also good.
In this way, there is no need to be summoned by the emperor every day.
He didn't want to see the emperor father at all, that man was the murderer who killed his mother and the fat, but he was no match for him. There were too many masters around him to protect him, even if he had a shadow guard, he couldn't penetrate. He can only save the country, send his own people out, and complete his influence.
He was forced to grow, growing ahead of time again and again, and the pain made him even more indifferent.
He is not smiling, not showing his emotions, he can even say a word all day long.
He has been waiting, waiting for Fatty to come back, don't know why, he thinks she will come back, even in a dream.
But he didn't wait. His personality became more and more distorted. Whenever he couldn't control himself, he wanted to kill. The most indispensable thing in the palace was the dead. The corpse was thrown into the pond, the well, and slightly No one noticed if he did the tricks.
He killed a lot of people, he didn't remember how many people he killed, but his hands were always covered with blood, even when he didn't kill people, he felt dirty.
He hated himself more and more, so dirty himself.
This kind of self is not what Chubby likes.
Fatty doesn't like it.
This thought became stronger day by day, and he hated himself more day by day, but he hated him and couldn't restrain himself from killing.
In the end, he couldn't even face himself. He threw away the mask on his face, and when he looked at the face like his mother, he broke the mirror.
He took the fragments and wanted to ruin his face.
But the wind stopped him and knocked him out.
That time, he was in a coma for three days, and after all the negative emotions broke out, his tight mental state was still unable to mature after all.
After waking up, he felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something very important, very important, very important.
But he couldn't remember.
What did he forget?
After thinking for a long time, he gave up when he couldn't remember, but he felt that his heart was terribly empty, and this palace was also terribly cold.
Until that day, he was sitting on the pavilion, saw the person who was stuck, smiled awkwardly and cautiously at him, said.
"Hey, can you help me?"