Part Three, Chapter Seventy-Three, The King in My Heart
Yun Shengrui sent me to the door of Qin Lang's villa and left. I told Qin Lang about the attack at Feng Jingchen's villa. Qin Lang's eyes told me that she was a little sad, but she didn't say anything.
"Qin Lang, life is like an ant to the God of Death. He tramples on life as ruthlessly as trampling an ant to death. Qin Lang, tell me everything about the God of Death, I know you know everything!" I was begging Qin Lang.
Tell me, my anger towards the God of Death is no longer limited to the earrings he gave me and Yun Shengrui's injuries, but to his attacks on ordinary citizens and his use of the lives of those who died!
I saw hope, Qin Lang's eyes were confused, and I knew she was shaken: "Qin Lang, Hong Kong is being attacked by death now. Don't you feel heartbroken when you look at the homeless children on the road?"
"Suri...I'm sorry, I don't want to betray the master, because the master's life is much, much harder than those children." Doesn't she know the private affairs of the God of Death? It seems that she knows much more than I thought: "I
I told you about my master's family before, and those are true, but there is one thing I didn't tell you, because I was afraid you would look down on my master."
...I don't want to joke at this time, but I really want to tell Qin Lang that although I don't look down on the God of Death now, I hate him so much! "You tell me."
"Master...the master's father and the master's mother were not married, but the master's father raped the master's mother. The master's mother went crazy and gave birth to the master, and then...when the master was 8 years old...
...was...raped by the master's biological father..." Qin Lang burst into tears after saying this. My whole body froze, and my heart was trembling. I can no longer describe my current mood in words.
I originally thought that Death's family was relatively rough, but I didn't expect that it was not just rough, but miserable. He was a man! He was raped by his father who was worse than a beast?... My heart softened slightly with Qin Lang's words.
There is a saying that pitiful people must be hateful. Oh, how should I face the God of Death in the future? Should I continue to hate him? Or should I pity him?
Qin Lang and I were silent. Qin Lang is a good girl. I finally understand her loyalty to Death, because her master had such a tragic experience: "Is this the reason why you are loyal to Death?"
"No... not all of it, the other part is because I really liked the master before." Qin Lang said about the past, which proves that Qin Lang has given up on the God of Death. At least, at least Qin Lang will not worry about being abandoned by the God of Death.
Sad: "Su Rui, I know how good your relationship is with Feng Jingchen, but I just beg you, if you meet the master one day, can you be gentler to the master? Can you give your love to the master?
Do you want some, and pass on your happiness to the master?"
"Sorry, I can't do it." Being kind to the enemy is the biggest threat to yourself. I am not a heartless woman. If the God of Death is just an ordinary person, or if he is the eternal Danatus, then I will follow him with my sincerity.
He makes friends, but it is a pity that he is not. He is the God of Death. He is the biggest obstacle to Feng Jingchen. If necessary, I will kill him with my own hands! I am very selfish, because the only king in my heart is Feng Jingchen...