Chapter 93 Dream
The person in front of me was wearing a green silk dress and her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom.
With just one glance, Wei Rong recognized the person in front of him, his Afu...
"Ah...Fu..."
The intermittent tone came out from his throat, but the words he spoke were so clear.
Yun Fu watched the man regain some consciousness and knew that he could no longer hurt anyone, so she opened the chains that bound his limbs.
The moment the chains were unlocked, the man's body fell forward uncontrollably, but this time, he was caught steadily.
The aroma of medicine mixed with a light warm fragrance made the man inhale it continuously like a drug addict.
Yun Fu looked at the deep wounds on Wei Rong's wrists and ankles, touching his hair gently. She whispered in his ear, "It's me. Don't worry. I'm here and I won't let you feel any pain."
I won't hurt you anymore...
I won't hurt you anymore...
These words were like soft music, constantly circling in Wei Rong's mind.
Every time I walked around, the pain in my body and mind seemed to ease.
Wei Rong remained leaning on the girl's shoulder, motionless.
He wanted to answer the person in front of him, but he hadn't closed his eyes for four days. Now that the pain had subsided, fatigue swept over him like a huge wave.
Yun Fu took a careful look and found that the man had fallen asleep.
She lowered her head and gently touched her lips to the hair on the side of the man's face.
"Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up."
"Sweet dreams, Ziyang."
Wei Rong had a dream about his childhood and his father.
When he was a child, he was diligent and hardworking, and his mother would assign him homework that he could never finish.
While other children in the tribe could play freely after school, he could only sit in the study and complete piles of tasks that looked like small mountains.
Only when his father came back could Wei Rong catch his breath for a moment.
"Jinhe, you are too harsh on Ziyang. Ziyang is already very outstanding. You are..."
"Wei Chen! Zi Yang is the only legitimate son of the Wei family, and so many eyes are watching him. How can he shoulder the responsibility of the Wei family in the future if you dote on him like this?"
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"Wei Chen, your son is really a tough guy, he is worthy of being your flesh and blood, hahaha!" The man in black carried the eight-year-old Wei Rong as if he was carrying a dead object.
The little prince, who was originally as cute as ice and jade, now looked like a tattered doll, with no broken part on his body.
"You beast!!! If you let him go, come at me to kill me!" The woman's desperate roar echoed throughout the secret room.
The man in black remained unmoved.
"I've already told you what I want. It's you who's been holding back. You have no right to make demands now!"
After the man in black finished speaking, he took out a black porcelain bottle and threw the young master to the ground.
"I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the thing, or this bottle of poison will fall into the mouth of your beloved son."
Wei Chen's eyes were about to burst, "Stop!!! That thing..."
"No!!! Wei Chen! Take out the entire Wei clan, and the Song family is finished!!! You will be labeled a traitor for the rest of your life!!! No!!!"
Between home and country, Song Jinhe ultimately chose country and abandoned her son.
She could not, and would not allow, her son's life to ruin both the Wei and Song families.
Eight-year-old Wei Rong was fed the soul-eating poison. The severe pain was unbearable for him, and he collapsed and screamed in pain.
Later on, he couldn't even scream, he could only twitch and tremble constantly.
That night, the Wei family was on high alert and did not hand over the border deployment and troop distribution map.
The emperor, in recognition of his great contributions, bestowed various honors and rewards upon the Wei family like raindrops, and the Wei family became increasingly prosperous.
The Wei family's honor was earned by an eight-year-old child.
But there was no trace of smile on the faces of the Wei couple.
Wei Chen couldn't accept it. Seeing his son tortured by the poison to the point where he was half-human, half-ghost, he was heartbroken, but he was helpless.
I searched all over the world for famous doctors, but none of them could detoxify me.
Song Jinhe fell seriously ill and almost died.
Even if Wei's uncle chopped the man in black into meat paste that night, it could not reduce his hatred.
After that night, Wei Rong's personality began to change drastically. He no longer looked forward to his mother's praise or going out to play as he did before.
He became what his mother most wanted him to be, so rational that he had no emotion at all.
Did Wei Rong hate her? Perhaps he did, but he didn't blame his mother for stopping him.
The glory of the Wei and Song families is worth more than anything else, even more than him.
Wei Rong was like a spectator in a play, watching his first half of life.
There was no ripple in his heart, as if these experiences were not his.
The emperor designed to have his father and uncle die in battle. His mother wanted him to support her sister's son to ascend the throne, so Wei Rong did so.
He brutally pulled the emperor off the throne, and even died a very tragic death.
The emperor said he was a monster and an evil ghost.
Maybe...
Since that night, Wei Rong became obsessed with killing and tasted the pleasure of killing.
I like the feeling of blood gushing out of a person's body and that person collapsing and screaming.
During the day, he is the respected and glorious Prince of Wei, a role model for students all over the world. But in the dead of night, he is a demon from hell.
After entering the prison, he felt waves of pleasure in his heart as he watched those people collapse and scream under his various tortures.
But Wei Rong concealed it so well that no one noticed his hobby for so many years.
Every time the poison took effect, Wei Rong would deliberately torture himself until he was covered in bruises, watching the blood continuously flowing out of his body, but he could not die.
The soul-eating poison tortured him and nourished him at the same time, making it impossible for him to die and making his life worse than death.
The night when he was poisoned by the Thousand-Silk Bone Snake, Wei Rong thought he was finally free.
I even wish the Thousand-Threaded Bone Snake venom could take effect faster.
But he never expected that a little thing would break into his world and pull him back from the brink of death.
Now, he saw her again, and she caught him when he was about to fall to the ground.
She stroked his back gently, carefully, as if it were a piece of fragile porcelain.
The sweet, soft and gentle voice, like the gentle breeze in spring and the warm fire in winter, wrapped him up little by little.
She said, "I'm here, I won't hurt you anymore..."
She said, "Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up."
Wei Rong was very scared, afraid that this was an illusion caused by the torture of the poison.
But at this moment, he felt like he was lying in warm hot spring water, and the bone-eroding pain seemed to disappear in an instant.
He is so tired... so sleepy...
I really want to sleep, have a very long sleep...
Afu...his Afu once again pulled him back from the abyss...
Wei Rong slept for half a month...
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