Lanhuadis 37

As soon as this explanation came out, the system immediately exploded: "Swindler! Damn it! Give me back my money!"

It desperately built a data wall around Ning Ren: "Don't look! Cub, don't look!"

Ning Ren had already seen it.

The system frantically waved away that ridiculous solution and then urgently warned, "Son, we can't do that! Only fools would hurt themselves!"

"Lan Huadis has your eldest sister to support him. She is an Eight-Marked and can control this empire."

Ning Ren said nothing.

The boy huddled in the corner with his knees hugged in his arms had cold hands and feet.

He was only thirteen years old when his wings were plucked. How could he not be afraid?

He tried his best to control himself and suppress the bloody scene in his mind. A pair of white wings slowly appeared on his shoulder blades behind him.

This pair of wings is not thin. They have become strong and smooth under the careful care of their relatives. Although there is still some tender fluff inside, there is no doubt that they have the power to fly.

Big deal.

Move forward according to the trajectory of history.

To become the recorded and praised King Errigalan is nothing more than dying again... No, he will not die, he still has so many things to buy in the live broadcast room mall.

Even if he becomes king, he still has the opportunity to change the outcome.

The boy tried hard to deceive himself.

His slender fingertips slowly clenched, and his words to himself sounded like encouragement: "It's just flying, I'm not afraid."

If it flies...

The wings behind him trembled slightly.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the boy's face turned pale.

Unspeakable fear gripped his throat. Two intersecting chains appeared above the [Courage Deprivation] sign on the information panel, flashing wildly.

All the strength in his body was drained out, as if he had been fished out of water.

Ning Ren tried hard not to make any noise, because in order to avoid problems when he was alone, the sound insulation in his room was the worst. If there was any movement, his second brother at home would come over to check on him.

On the contrary, when he gave up the idea of ​​spreading his wings and considered digging out his wings, although he still felt fear, it was far less intense than before.

In his own cognition, the latter choice still represents a cowardly escape, so the effect of [courage deprivation] is not so strong.

It took a long time for Ning Ren to calm down.

The system really hates the mall assistant. It’s just a waste of money.

After scolding him for a while, he said, "Don't hurt yourself, cub."

Boom boom boom——

There was a knock on the door.

Jia Mimi: "Xiao Qi, it's me!"

Ning Ren suddenly stood up, rubbed his face, took a deep breath, put his hands on his hips and jumped twice to make himself look better, then opened the door.

Jamimi and Carlos were standing at the door, and there was an unidentified object being carried by Niemanson.

"Fourth brother, put your..." Jia Mimi paused, "Xiao Qi, you look so bad, are you feeling unwell?" Even a man as thick-skinned as him could tell that something was wrong with Ning Ren. He reached out and held Ning Ren's palm, "Your hands are cold."

"Second brother, is Xiaoqi sick again?"

Carlos tested the temperature of Ning Ren's forehead with the back of his hand. "It's not hot, why are you sweating so much? Should we ask Grandma Laura to come over and take a look?"

Ning Ren pursed his lips and said, "No, I just did some exercise in the bedroom and I'm tired. Second brother, are you guys okay?"

"Oh, so that's it," Jia Mimi lifted the veil of the unidentified object, and Ning Ren saw a very familiar face. Bai Ya had woken up, and a pair of eyes swept over and stared at him steadily.

He was dressed in clean clothes, with thin black chains around his wrists, ankles, and neck, and a blood-red diamond mark on his wrist.

Ning Ren remembered this mark, which was a mark of submission that the Lanhuadis people specifically engraved on foreigners.

"Fourth brother brought your toy over, and second brother trained it a little."

Carlos touched Ning Ren's head and said gently, "During the meal, it was Second Brother who spoke in a harsh tone. Xiao Qi is not angry."

Ning Ren: "...Toys?"

Carlos: "Well, Xierting said you really like playing with him."

Ning Ren fell silent again. Seriously, if it were in a storybook, their family would most likely be written as villains!

Seeing his brother remained silent, Carlos asked, "Don't you like it?"

He turned his head to Nymanson and said, "Then throw it out—"

"like!"

Ning Ren interrupted, "Thank you, second brother."

He picked up the chain tied to Bai Ya and said, "Then I'll go in."

Carlos: "Are you really not feeling well?"

Ning Ren shook his head repeatedly: "No, no."

Carlos: "It's just a toy. Don't play with it too much. If you need a whip or something to vent your anger, ask my second brother for it."

Ning Ren: “…”

He pulled Bai Ya in, closed the bedroom door, and turned on the bedroom light.

Lanhuadis is actually quite friendly to foreigners who come from afar to visit, provided that they have a legitimate reason for the visit and their race is strong.

The vulnerable foreigners who have unknown origins and have sneaked into Lanhuadis without legitimate reasons are almost like foreign slaves. Even if they are beaten to death, there will be no place to bury them.

Bai Ya was branded with a mark of submission that sealed his mental power. If he was driven out, he would die.

Ning Ren was a little embarrassed.

After all, Bai Ya was a person respected by his father decades later, but now he was given to him by his second brother as a toy, which was really rude.

Ning Ren: "I'm sorry, my brothers didn't mean anything else. Wait a moment, I can remove the mark of submission from my body."

Bai Ya didn't look angry at all. Instead, he looked around his room, crossed his legs, and sat down as if he had no bones.

He yawned, "Your family dotes on you."

Ning Ren looked for tools in the drawer: "Yeah."

Bai Ya stared at the boy's back and said, "You don't act like a blind person."

Ning Ren paused and said truthfully: "I have eyes in my heart, I can see everything."

White Crow: "Awesome."

The young man's affectionate eyes narrowed slightly, "Then why did you lie to your two brothers just now?"

Ning Ren closed the drawer with a snap, laid out the tools one by one, sat cross-legged opposite Bai Ya and began to tinker with them: "I don't understand what you are saying."

Bai Ya chuckled: "No one can lie under my nose. If you don't want to tell me, then forget it. After all, everyone has their own secrets."

The tool Ning Ren took out was actually a beautiful glass cup. He broke off a thin piece of the glass cup, pinched it, and stroked it with his fingertips.

Bai Ya kept looking at this young man who seemed very strange and a little mysterious to him.

He seemed to be quite afraid of pain and took good care of himself. When he cut his fingertip, he only made a small incision carefully, squeezed out a drop of blood from the tip of his left ring finger into the glass cup, and then quickly put the cut fingertip in his mouth and sipped it.

Another tool is a pen.

Ning Ren dipped the tip of his pen in his own heart's blood and covered the mark of submission on Bai Ya's wrist with a new mark.

There was a faint tingling sensation in my wrist.

Bai Ya raised his eyebrows. He clearly did not feel any mental fluctuations from the young man, but the mark of submission did disappear.

magic.

He shook his hand. "Are you really not afraid that I'm a bad person? If I want revenge, I can kill you right now."

Even if the high-ranking royal family of Lanhuadis has no mental power, they can break certain curses by outlining the blood of the heart in a special way.

He implemented it for the first time.

...successful.

Unexpectedly, this method also works for his situation where he doesn't have wings.

His true bloodline level is higher than his second brother's.

Ning Ren had something hidden in his heart and didn't want to talk to Bai Ya any more: "You go."

He opened the curtains and pushed open the window. The moon was setting outside, and the cold wind and moonlight blew through the window and fell on him.

"Before my second brother finds out, I should run as far away as possible. Leave Lanhuadis and wander east... westward across the sea. The books say the scenery there is more beautiful than here."

Bai Ya stared at his back in a daze for a while, then slowly stood up, the chains on his body jingling. He walked to Ning Ren and leaned his elbows on the window.

"But now I feel like we're destined to be together. There's food and drink here, and I don't want to leave."

Ning Ren was angry: "You!"

He was already irritable and in a bad mood today, and now it's even worse.

The red eye mask tied at the back of his head finally slipped down after he struggled repeatedly, and the hidden eyebrows and eyes were clearly visible under the moonlight.

Bai Ya saw the blood mole under the corner of his right eye at a glance.

He felt a sudden jolt in his heart, vaguely sensing something unusual about the blood mole, and even more so, a sense of cause and effect related to him. However, before he could carefully deduce the situation, he was startled by the young man's red eyes.

Bai Ya was a little at a loss: "Hey, are you crying? You're wearing an eye mask, so you're not going to be crying silently, are you?" He was most afraid of others crying in front of him, he really couldn't stand it.

Ning Ren wiped his tears fiercely, squatted down, and leaned his back against the wall. "I've been blind for so long that I can't see the wind."

Bai Ya squatted beside him and said, "Okay, okay, tell me what's going on. I told you not to tell your two brothers and cry here secretly."

Ning Ren said nothing.

Bai Ya raised an eyebrow and raised his hand to set up a mental barrier, "It's soundproof."

“…”

The boy was stubborn at first with his neck stiffened, but later he slowly buried himself in his arms and burst into tears.

"I'm afraid..."

"I'm so scared."

He was shaking with tears, and every cry was filled with helplessness and confusion.

Only he knew that the terrible disaster would befall in less than four years, but he could not say it out loud. As the date drew closer, his mental stress grew greater day by day.

He could only hopelessly wait for the illusory hope that the so-called [Fork in the Road of Fate] would bring him—

Praying for a perfect ending like a coward.

But looking back today, is the ending he prayed for, which required breaking his wings to achieve, really a good one? Is the historical ending really that bad?

It was as if a hand suddenly lifted him onto the wheel of history while he was dazed and ignorant. The trajectories of life were roaring around him, and he had to make a choice at the intersection of fate.

On the left is the established track, and on the right is a foggy new intersection.

If he chooses the left, he will die; if he chooses the right, he will live, but perhaps more people will die because of him.

Like a balance.

On the left is his life as the weight, on the right is everything else.

In Ning Ren's short thirteen years of life, someone used his warm and broad chest to support him and gave him a carefree and happy childhood. Five people protected and spoiled him, and these six years were smooth sailing.

He had never encountered such setbacks and cruel choices.

His brothers and sisters take him very seriously, and if he feels unwell, the whole family will be very concerned.

Ning Ren didn't want to make them worry. For six years, he had been hiding these things in his heart and had no one to talk to. Occasionally, when he couldn't hold it back anymore, he would cry secretly with an eye mask on in his sleep.

Sometimes he would envy his childhood self, who could cry whenever he wanted. The older he got, the more he understood, and he even had to hide his tears.

This was the first time he broke down and cried without restraint.

Bai Ya leaned against the wall, not looking at him, her eyes blank, waiting quietly for him to finish crying. She looked around and didn't see any tissue, so she offered her sleeve.

The boy wiped all his tears and snot on it.

"Huh."

The white crow is disgusted.

Ning Ren sulked, a bit fiercely, "Don't tell anyone." Forget about the livestreaming room; what embarrassing moments hadn't he seen in livestreaming rooms as a kid? There was no privacy anymore; out of sight, out of mind.

Bai Ya: "You adjusted your mood pretty quickly."

Ning Ren was unhappy: "There's no point in crying all the time."

Seeing the boy's eyes about to burst into tears again, Bai Ya quickly changed the subject, "Tell me, since you paid for my wine and saved me, I will give you an answer."

“It’s actually a choice.”

Ning Ren hesitated. "I read a storybook about a prince who had to save his subjects. He had two paths before him. One way was for him to die, but his subjects would be safe. The other way was for him to hurt himself and erase his own identity as a prince. Only then would a miracle happen, and in the end, his subjects would be saved, and he wouldn't have to die."

Bai Ya: "Is that why you're crying?"

Ning Ren: “…Yeah.”

White Crow: “I can’t choose.”

Ning Ren was confused: "Huh?"

White Crow: "Are you willing to hurt yourself?"

Ning Ren: "I don't want to."

"I'm not in good health, and my brothers and sisters have sacrificed a lot for me to be healthier. I don't have the right to harm my body at will."

Bai Ya: "So, everyone has their own evaluation system in their hearts. If you don't have an answer in your heart, just wait a little longer. But I think it's better to pray to yourself than to pray for a miracle."

“Miracles don’t always happen, but when you pray to yourself, you often get answers.”

Ning Ren: "I don't understand."

Ning Ren frowned and found a mirror. Under Bai Ya's puzzled gaze, he bowed three times in front of the mirror. "I begged myself, but still got no answer."

White Crow: "...Don't be so honest."

After a pause, he chuckled and put his arm around the boy's shoulders, saying, "Just treat it as my nonsense. I'm a liar."

Ning Ren pulled his hand away and suddenly said, "Your mental strength has recovered, hasn't it?"

White Crow: "Yeah."

Ning Ren: "Take me somewhere tomorrow."

Bai Ya thought that this young prince really trusted him, "Where are you going?"

Ning Ren: "Rio/chaos area."

White Crow: “…”

He pointed to the wound on his face and said, "Your fourth brother beat me."

He pointed to the chains on his hands and feet and said, "Your second brother put them there."

Going to a riot zone? This little guy probably wanted him to die on the spot.

Ning Ren felt guilty: "Don't worry, if I'm discovered, I will definitely stop them."

Bai Ya waved his hands and lay lazily on the ground: "It's okay if I don't stop you. If you die, you die. Okay, I'll take you out tomorrow night."

He held out his wrist. "That mark? It's on a fake painting. Don't let anyone see the clues."

Ning Ren: “…”

He really couldn't see any of the great wizard's charm. Did he really not recognize the wrong person?