A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao leaned on Zhao Ya's shoulder and cried for a while, then felt that the time was right.

If I keep crying, it will seem fake.

He raised his head, sobbing, his eyes red-rimmed and his nose red, looking as if he had really cried.

They looked so pitiful, so heartbreaking.

He raised his hand, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady:

"Mom... don't cry... I'm fine... I'm really fine..."

He said "I'm fine," but the sob in his voice and the slight tremor at the end of his sentence all indicated that "something was wrong."

Hearing his forced tone, Zhao Ya felt even more distressed, and her tears fell even harder.

"Xiaodao... Mom is so sorry... Mom is so sorry..."

Ji Zuodao shook his head, forcing a determined smile onto his face:

"Mom, don't say that. I know it's not your fault. If anyone's to blame, blame the people who lied to you."

As he said this, he glanced at Wang Gang beside him, seemingly unintentionally.

That look in her eyes, tsk tsk, carried a hint of grievance and a hint of resentment.

Zhao Ya followed his gaze and saw Wang Gang's cowardly appearance, and her anger flared up again.

Yes, it's all that man's fault!

If he hadn't been so incompetent as to be unable to protect his son, would her son have been abandoned?

If he hadn't helped the old man keep it a secret, would she have remained unaware that she had a son for nineteen years?

It's all his fault! It's all his fault!

Seeing Zhao Ya's gritted teeth, Ji Zuodao knew he had added fuel to the fire.

But he felt he could add more fuel to the fire.

"Mom... there's something I don't know if I should say..."

"Speak! Say whatever you want! Mom's here!"

Zhao Ya immediately said, her tone resolute, with an air of "I'll fight anyone who dares to bully my son."

Ji Zuodao glanced at Wang Gang, then lowered his head again, as if he were going through some difficult internal struggle.

"Mom, do you think... Uncle Wang... has he been lying to you all along?"

"Look, back then, it was Grandpa who made the decision, right? But Uncle Wang was there at the time, he didn't do anything, he just watched me being taken away, right?"

"Then I appeared, and he recognized me immediately, right? But did he tell you? No. He kept it from you, dragged things out, and didn't let you come and acknowledge me."

"Mom, I'm not trying to sow discord between you and Uncle Wang. I just feel... he's been lying to you for nineteen years. If he can lie to you for nineteen years, he can lie to you for a lifetime. If he can hide something this big from you, what else can't he hide from you?"

"He says he's afraid, afraid of this and that, but he's not afraid of hurting you. Nineteen years ago he didn't dare speak, and nineteen years later he still doesn't dare speak. Mom, what kind of responsibility can you expect from someone like that?"

"Is this kind of man really a good husband? Is he really a good father?"

Ji Zuodao's voice grew softer and softer, like a feather brushing against the ear, carrying a strange rhythm.

It sounded gentle, considerate, and like it was for Zhao Ya's sake.

But if you listen carefully, you'll find that the voice carries an inexplicable and sinister quality.

Like a snake, it silently crawls into your ear, coils up in your mind, flicks its tongue, and licks at the dissatisfaction and resentment in your heart, drawing them out, amplifying them, and amplifying them again.

Zhao Ya's eyes began to look somewhat unfocused.

All the pent-up dissatisfaction, grievances, and anger from the past few days were stirred up by Ji Zuodao's words, gushing out like a flood that had been released and could no longer be contained.

The more she thought about it, the angrier and more resentful she became. Finally, she abruptly turned her head and looked at Wang Gang with eyes so cold they could freeze:

"Wang Gang, what else do you have to say?"

Wang Gang covered his face and squatted in the corner. Hearing Zhao Ya's voice, he shuddered.

He looked up at Zhao Ya's cold face, then at Ji Zuodao behind Zhao Ya, who was looking at him with an "innocent" gaze. He felt incredibly bitter inside.

Damn it, this kid is trying to sabotage him again!

Wang Gang opened his mouth, but only managed to stammer out, "Wife... I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? You still have the nerve to call me 'wife'? Let me tell you, Wang Gang, this isn't over!"

she was

Zhao Ya grew angrier and more agitated as she spoke, until finally she grabbed Ji Zuodao's hand, turned around, and walked out.

"Xiaodao, let's go! We can't stay in this wretched place anymore! Mom will take you back to the Zhao family! Let your grandparents see that they have a grandson!"

perfect.

That's fucking perfect.

This move can be described as a textbook example of sowing discord.

He not only absolved himself of all responsibility, but also got Zhao Ya to make the decision on her own initiative.

High, really high.

Ji Zuodao's face revealed a perfectly timed expression of "panic":

"Mom! Mom! Calm down! Don't be impulsive!"

"Calm down my ass! I've been calm for nineteen years! If I keep this up, you'll be living with someone else's family as a live-in son-in-law!"

Zhao Ya said without turning her head, quickening her pace.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and glanced at Wang Bing, who was still standing in the living room.

Her gaze became complicated.

"Bing'er..."

"Do you want to come with Mom?"

Wang Bing stood in the living room and trembled slightly upon hearing these words.

He raised his head, looked at Zhao Ya, and then at Ji Zuodao, who was smiling at him from behind Zhao Ya.

That smile looked very gentle and friendly.

But Wang Bing read a naked threat in that smile.

That look clearly said:

If you dare follow me, I'll kill you.

Wang Bing shivered, took a step back, and shook his head:

"Mom...I won't leave...I...I'll stay here..."

Zhao Ya looked at him, a hint of disappointment and pain flashing in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

At this moment, Ji Zuodao spoke up at the opportune moment.

He sighed softly, and said in a very light, gentle tone, tinged with a hint of heartache:

"Mom, don't force Young Master Wang. He has his own choices."

"Besides, he has Uncle Wang with him, doesn't he? The two of them can keep each other company."

"Unlike me, I've always been alone since I was a child."

"But now it's all good, I have a mom."

"Having my mom with me is enough for me. Unlike some people who don't appreciate their blessings, I only feel sorry for my mom."

As he spoke, he looked up at Zhao Ya, a bright smile spreading across his face.

That smile was as pure as a child who had received candy, carrying a heartfelt joy and satisfaction.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Ya felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

She reached out and touched Ji Zuodao's head, her voice choked with emotion:

"Silly child... Mom won't leave you alone anymore..."

Ji Zuodao nodded obediently, then rubbed his head against Zhao Ya's palm, like a stray cat that had finally found its owner.

Wang Bing stood in the living room, watching this scene, feeling his blood pressure soar, his heart race, and his breathing become difficult.

Looking at Ji Zuodao's obedient, sensible, and harmless appearance, then at Zhao Ya's heartbroken and overflowing maternal expression, and then at his own father's cowardly appearance, the fire in his heart burned so fiercely that his internal organs ached.

On what grounds?

Why is it that this bastard can fool his mother with just a few words?

Why is it that this bastard can make him freeze in place with just a glance?

Why is he the one who gets abandoned?

On what grounds?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he thought about it, until finally he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth and splattered on the ground, a horrifying sight.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Ya turned around and saw Wang Bing vomiting blood and lying on the ground. Her expression changed, and she instinctively wanted to rush over:

"Bing'er!"

But as soon as she took a step, Ji Zuodao grabbed her hand.

"mom……"

Ji Zuodao's voice rang in her ears, tinged with worry and concern, "Young Master Wang is probably too excited, his blood is rushing to his head, he'll be fine after a rest. If you go over now, he'll only get more agitated."

Zhao Ya paused for a moment, looked at Wang Bing lying on the ground, then at Ji Zuodao beside her, a conflicted expression on her face.

Looking at her, Ji Zuodao sighed softly and said in a very light, gentle, and slightly melancholic tone:

"Mom, go check on Young Master Wang. I'm fine. I'm used to being alone."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at his toes, looking as lonely and desolate as could be.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Ya felt a string in her heart snap.

She gritted her teeth, turned around, no longer looking at Wang Bing, grabbed Ji Zuodao's hand, and strode out:

"Come on! Mom will take you home!"

Ji Zuodao was pulled along by her, staggering as they walked out.

In the instant he turned around, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Bing lay on the ground, watching Zhao Ya pull Ji Zuodao away, and then he saw the fleeting smile on Ji Zuodao's lips.

He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, then everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

When Wang Gang saw Zhao Ya pulling Ji Zuodao away, he was first stunned, then suddenly realized what was happening and took off chasing after them.

"Wife! Wife, wait! Let me explain!"

He had just rushed out the door when he felt a blur before his eyes, and a white figure blocked his way.

Su Xiaoxiao.

She was still wearing that beige dress, with that sweet smile on her face, and she still looked as beautiful and charming as ever.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from her made Wang Gang feel as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, his hair standing on end and a chill running down his spine.

An immense and unparalleled pressure, as if it were tangible, emanated from Su Xiaoxiao and enveloped Wang Gang.

The oppressive aura was as heavy as a mountain, making it hard for Wang Gang to breathe. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

Supernatural Power Realm!

This is the pressure of a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm!

Wang Gang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him, her smile unchanged, but her fox-like eyes were filled with coldness.

Su Xiaoxiao spoke, her voice still soft and sweet:

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

"Don't go looking for trouble."

Su Xiaoxiao's voice was very soft and gentle.

But Wang Gang detected a strong, undisguised killing intent in that gentle voice.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He tried to back away, but found that his feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Su Xiaoxiao's smile became even brighter.

She took a step forward, leaned close to Wang Gang's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Do you know what happened? When we found out that you were the culprits who made Xiaodao's childhood so miserable..."

"We want to tear you to pieces."