Shi Ying took a deep breath, endured the stinging pain, and smiled: "It hurts. When I was a kid, it hurt so much that I almost cried. But if I want to get my dad's attention, this is the only extraordinary way."
Bai Shitou couldn't help but retort: "Dad is Dad. Why should I rebel to get attention? Dad won't be happy."
Shi Ying hissed, and Marthalia stopped immediately: "Does it hurt? Grandma, please apply it gently... Oh, why don't you hold this magical white stone? It won't be hot when you hold it, and cool air will float out continuously, which is good."
Shi Ying shook her head: "You continue to hold it. I'm young and my body can still bear it. But if you don't have the white stone, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk a few steps."
Then, she looked at Bai Shitou and said calmly, "If your friend said he wanted to introduce you to an internship, but in fact he was dragging you to the red-light district. If your brother said he wanted to buy you jewelry, but in fact he was sending you to someone else's bed. If your father was from another family, and had to rely on your mother to be a mistress and show off herself to get a little attention and living expenses, and even your daughter had to rely on vulgar performances to gain love, then you probably wouldn't be as naive as you are today."
Bai Shitou was silent in shock.
It seemed to have touched a layer that had never been seen before, buried in darkness, filth and poverty.
The blond man in black robe raised his head and said softly: "It's great that you have become what you are today without growing crooked."
Shi Ying snorted softly: "Yeah, I didn't grow crooked, although I'm not a good person either."
She touched the tattoo on her back and said softly, "If I hadn't met a white-haired noble prince when I was a child, and he gave me an Isha flower and told me that the bud would bloom one day, I'm afraid I would have become a twisted villain long ago..."
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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Tianying" smashed the gas tanks with one shot after another and laughed loudly among the gas.
She stepped on her sharp high heels, passing over the rotting corpses, and was thinking about doing something more interesting when she suddenly saw a contestant turning around at the end of the corridor.
The man had brown-black hair, a black forehead band, heroic features and bright eyes.
He seemed to just glance back casually and quickly looked away.
"Tianying"'s vision suddenly became dazed.
She seemed to see... that person had grown white hair, overlapping with a figure in her childhood memory. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like an illusion.
"Interesting..." She raised the corners of her lips, twirled the gun, and ran forward, her red hair fluttering in a fiery arc.
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