Tiger's face was deathly pale; he was numb with pain, and he wanted to die...
He just wanted to die; he couldn't take it anymore.
"Spare me, spare me!"
He kept repeating those words in a low voice, his mind already clouded.
"Spare you?" Shang Tian sneered, but his eyes were a little moist. "Tiger, I consider you a brother."
That's why I've let you go time and time again, but why did you kill my father?
Have you considered even the slightest bit of our brotherhood?
No.
Shang Tian knew the answer perfectly well, but what could he do about the resentment in his heart?
He blamed himself for being too soft-hearted and causing his father's death, and he resented Tiger's ruthlessness even more.
Tiger was raised by his widowed mother, but without Aunt Zhang's help, how could he have grown up in this chaotic world?
His parents really raised a thankless wretch, who was eventually devoured alive.
Tiger stared blankly at Shang Tian, "Please let me go, let me die, let me die."
The pain had numbed all his nerves; he couldn't bear it anymore.
He tried to get up and ram his head against the wall, but he was too weak to get up no matter how hard he tried.
Shang Tian turned and left the dungeon, saying to Mosquito, who was guarding the door, "Keep a close eye on him. He must not die before my father is buried."
"Yes," the mosquito replied respectfully. When he entered the dungeon and saw the blood and flesh scattered all over the floor, he felt disgusted but did not react in any way.
He found some saline solution, disinfected Tiger's wound, and bandaged it up.
The pain of rubbing salt into the wound brought Tiger back to his senses. He saw the mosquito and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. "Mosquito, save me, please save me."
The mosquitoes, however, remained unmoved and diligently bandaged him up. After finishing, they tied him up with a rope to prevent him from committing suicide.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Mosquito looked at Tiger in a cold tone.
Tiger was excited to hear him speak and quickly said, "Mosquito, kill me! Shang Tian is a pervert; he's going to torture me by dismemberment."
"Anything else?" Mosquito's tone was very indifferent, but if you paid close attention, you would definitely notice a hint of disgust in his eyes.
besides?
Tiger was a little dazed. He shook his head blankly, "For the sake of our many years of brotherhood..."
Before he could finish speaking, a mosquito stuffed a very dirty cloth into his mouth.
"Since you have nothing to say, then don't say anything." After a pause, he said in an extremely cold tone, "Don't talk to me about brothers, I find it disgusting."
If he had even a shred of regard for them as brothers, he wouldn't have drugged King Shang.
What good would it do for King Shang to die?
In the beginning, he caused trouble and left, but everyone knew he was upset, so they let him be.
This is because they are brothers.
Otherwise, his superpower would be useless.
He should be made to vomit up the food he ate in the village all those days.
But no one made a move.
It's also their fault for being too kind-hearted, which led to this terrible disaster.
After cleaning the dungeon, Mosquito sat quietly opposite Tiger, staring at him. Tiger couldn't die until Shang Tian had finished venting his anger.
When Shang Tian returned to the Shang family home, Aunt Zhang was still feeding Shang Da Wang, and Su Qian kept taking things out and handing them to Aunt Zhang.
No one wanted to accept the fact that King Shang was dead.
They knew it was a futile effort, yet they still fed precious medicinal herbs into the mouth of a dead man.
But how can a dead person be brought back to life?
Shang Tian sat to the side, waiting for them to accept reality on their own.
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