The master of Shen Yuan is a hero respected by the people of Ancheng. He not only punishes rape and eliminates evil, but also invests heavily in the martial arts league to attack the demon sect.
However, Mr. Shen, who had been famous for thirty years, died in his room one day. Wu Zuo concluded that Mr. Shen was not a homicide or a suicide.
Overnight, Shen Garden was inherited by Master Shen's only son.
Shen Xin studied literature at the age of three and martial arts at the age of four. When she was fifteen, she followed Mr. Shen to meet her uncles and seniors in the world. But at the age of 20, Shen Xin was like a wild horse running wild and refused to obey Master Shen's discipline. Not only was he obsessed with sex, but he also colluded with people from all walks of life, which had already disappointed Master Shen.
The most disappointing and hateful thing is that the mourning hall is dark and dark, and Shen Xin does not keep vigil at home, but hangs out with women in the brothel.
Master Shen, who was so praised by others, actually had a son as shameless and filial as Shen Xin. The people of Ancheng felt sad for Master Shen. They believed in their hearts that Master Shen was killed by the Demon Cult, and their hostility towards the Demon Cult has not diminished. No matter what, another voice gradually spread in people's ears: Shen Xin colluded with the Demon Cult to kill his father.
I lay in Tingting's arms, feeling amused by the rumors: Did I kill Shen Jianguo?
The other person looked at me with penetrating eyes.
"Stop laughing," he said.
I obeyed and suppressed the sarcastic expression on my lips.
After a while, I listened carefully to the sound of the urn and told me:
"I feel a little sore."
This man replaced the pain of being gnawed by ants all over his body with one sentence.
I carefully wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of Di Ting's mouth. The blood smelled of bitter almonds. I knew in my heart that he was dying. Because it was me who poisoned you. And I am the only one in this underground palace who can poison him.
Di Ting kept hugging me. I didn't know if this was still a hug of deep affection. We once thought that holding each other's hands was the happiest thing.
He stared at me lovingly and asked softly, "Have you forgiven me?"
I close my eyes.
It took a long time, so long that Tingting had no strength to hug me, and so long that I left Tingting's embrace. Until I looked down at him and listened with dull eyes, I answered him: "I forgive you."
It's a pity that this man has lost his breath.
I turned around and left the Demon Cult to join the righteous path, without taking Di Ting's body with me.
From then on, there was a young hero in the world, and he had many enemies.
When all these members of the cult asked me about my cruelty, "Young Master has shown great care for you, yet you actually repaid me with kindness!" I told them that I deliberately wanted the Young Master of the Demon Cult to go to hell with the thought that I would not forgive him. Because I am Shen Xin, and I am here for revenge.