half demon glass

Chapter 445: Memories from Thousand Years Ago ([-])

"If I hear you scolding my little fox again, believe it or not, I will throw you into the lake to feed the fish?"

The silver-haired boy immediately became angry, "What? If you scold your little fox, you will throw me to feed the fish. If I kill your little fox, will you kill me too?"

The little beggar doesn't know what kind of madness this silver-haired boy has gone into today?

He hadn't even seen his own little fox, and he was just shouting and killing, and it didn't sound like he was joking.

"If you dare to kill my little fox, I'll throw you into the [-]th floor of hell and let you taste what it's like to be fried in a frying pan!" The little beggar said angrily.

The silver-haired boy seemed to have heard a big joke, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He raised his eyebrows and suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

"Throw me into the [-]th floor of hell?"

"You have to have this ability."

The little beggar naturally didn't think that such a down-and-out young master, who had turned himself into a bandit, could have any abilities.

She is a majestic Southern Border saintess, regardless of her bloodline or cultivation, she is first-class!
Although she has just reached Jiji now, there are not too many people in southern Xinjiang who can punish her.

She was too lazy to talk to him so quickly, and murmured back: "If you have the ability, you will know if you try..."

"The little fox is my friend, the only friend..."

The strength of the alcohol that had just subsided seemed to be rushing to the top of his head now.

She was so drunk that even her own vision became a little blurred.

It was like the silver-haired young master, wriggling his lips, said something to her, she seemed to hear it, but didn't seem to hear it.

After a long time, when he mentioned it again, she remembered what he said in the last sentence before the bonfire that day.

He said that he would not care about a dead fox, but from now on, the only friends around her would be him, only him.

The little beggar was drunk, maybe he was so drunk, maybe he didn't want to wake up.

Perhaps it was during the more than ten years of her life that she dared to talk to the little fox about her life experience and the depression in her heart, except when she was awake and hiding under the covers.

This was the first and only time she mentioned her past with others.

Although she concealed most of her life experience and only briefly described her past, she still felt that this seemed to be a relief.

Yeah, it was a relief.

In front of people, she is a high and mighty southern Xinjiang saintess, even if she frowns and smiles, she must be elegant and dignified, and she must not lose her status and save the family's face.

Behind the scenes, Dad sometimes called A Niang's name to her, as if he was looking at another person through her.

But only she and Dad knew that whenever Dad was drunk on rainy nights, he would beat her with a whip, humiliate her, and scold her.

Ask her, when A Niang jumped off the platform, she was beside her, why didn't she stop her?

When she was young, she would cry and explain, saying that she felt that A Niang was living too hard, her eyes were empty, and she had already lost her soul. For her, it was a kind of relief.

The more she explained, the harder Father beat him. He was so emotional that he became a slut every time. He even asked why she wasn't the one who jumped off the cliff and died on the moon-watching platform back then.

She didn't dare to refute, let alone answer. Once, if her brother hadn't just broken in through the door, she was almost beaten to death by her father.

She didn't know why Dad blamed A Niang's death on her.

She wanted to hate.

(End of this chapter)