The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 343
"But he puts all his life's efforts into your care. Compared to me, he trusts you."

"Oh, you're so wrong," Ren Sang said bitterly, "Ning Yanxi trusts himself the most. He uses countless young girls to make furnaces, practices exercises to prolong life, and is the one who searches for the elixir of life all over the world." The secret recipe... All these things, he only wants to live long, he wants to rule the Yongye Pavilion forever and ever, and I am just the most obedient puppet he has carefully selected."

Tang Xi paused for a long time, then snorted lightly, "Ning Yanxi is not a fool, if you hadn't instigated him, how could he have believed the nonsense of immortality."

"It's the evil skills he practiced that gave him the illusion of immortality." Ren Sang's eyes were a little cold, which was the look Tang Xi was most familiar with. "Before he chose me, he had already started searching for the elixir of life everywhere."

In short, it has nothing to do with him.

"Then what happened to the welt marks on your body?" Tang Xi asked again.

When he bandaged his wounds back then, the new wounds intertwined with the old ones were all Ning Yanxi's masterpieces.

Tang Xi has also been injured like that, and knows how painful it is.

"What you do doesn't meet his requirements, and you always have to be punished so that you can remember it long." Ren Sang said indifferently, added another cup of sake for himself, and drank it with his head raised.

Looking at his movements quietly, Tang Xi felt some sadness for no reason.

She always thought that Ning Yanxi loved him dearly, entrusted him with heavy responsibilities, and was closer than her own son, but now it seems that he is just a pitiful person.

But she didn't know that the part that Ren Sang didn't express was enough to make her unforgettable and unforgettable for the rest of her life.

Ren Sang would never tell her that during those ten years in the underground palace, when she was taken away by Ning Yanxi when she was a little girl, when she was beaten to pieces, when she wailed and cried bitterly, he was always there, in a corner she couldn't see, and with As a bystander, witnessing all this.

Ning Yanxi is not only using her to vent her anger, but also to intimidate him, if he dares to disobey, this will be the end.

He didn't hate Ning Yanxi at first, because he saved his mother.

But the bloody scenes, the girl's miserable cries, and the suffocating smell of blood in the air finally ignited a fire in his heart.

The fire of repression is burning day after day, year after year, and wants to devour everything.

He began to hate Ning Yanxi.

Ten years of life in the underground palace ended quickly, but Ning Yanxi's dislike for this daughter did not end with it.

She went to Shangjing and became the third lady of the Earl of Xianchang's mansion. She wore luxurious dresses and gold and silver pearl hairpins. She disguised herself very much, and she was even more delicate than the ladies in Shangjing.

He watched her roam freely among the aristocratic circles in the upper capital, watched her being targeted by two titular sisters but didn't care, watched her dozing freely on the swing in the courtyard...

But Ning Yanxi didn't want to let her go.

Continuous sadism is also addictive, so Ning Yanxi ordered him to call her back.

At that moment, he felt an uncontrollable hatred, an urge to kill Ning Yanxi immediately.

But his strength does not allow him to do that, he cannot kill Ning Yanxi.

Can't save her either.

But he can replace her.

He and she are essentially the same, and Ning Yanxi's resentment towards them is not much different.

Ning Yanxi readily accepted.

From then on, whenever Ning Yanxi had trouble in his heart, he would be the one to vent his anger.

Whip after whip, the flesh was torn apart, the pain as if the bones were broken, even thinking about it now, it is hard to forget.

He was often thankful that these whips were on him.

The past is unbearable to look back on, go away, just go away.

Drinking another glass of wine drowned out the thousands of words that were not spoken.

(End of this chapter)