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Principal Report Part 82

His sharp teeth are pushed against my cervical artery, but he will not stop slaughtering. Meanwhile, I constantly weld my head and keep my head peanuts in one hand, I’m a real idiot. Look at my corner of a rattan chair with my eyes, without the feeling of sadness and joy. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

If he really wants to break his bones in the stomach, I can not overcome it naturally. Since I can die at any moment, I do not feel anything for him, so let me release it. But now I say that I’m free, but my intense mind did not want to do this because of some hint.

Only now in my mind is just one Buddhist phrase.

How painful is he? Probably so much.

And for the most part I’ll go “I do not have to meet.”

When XiYan saw the scratch on the legs, I already saw the same position on the couch and saw the sunset blooms. The sun’s light shines on my head and thickens my body. It moves on my feet and my chain is lifted before it finally disappears at night.

It should not be anger.

I mean a lot and my idea was there. I’ll make it out. Truly destroying my life can be the beginning of my life.

He asks Xi’an when he recovers to me again.

“XiYan, when do you want to tell CanSheng that I am better?”

“Indeed, I think … the new teacher might have guessed that you’re not angry …”

I lifted my head. Under the light, XiYan’s face is more or less disassembled.

“Truly, after that, his heart is beautiful and he plays even in my actions …”

“This is a little idea, the new masters will confirm it.”

I keep silent in a short time. Even if I refuse from me, I will never do it. As I still feel, I could give Ye CanSheng my life.

“So … does he still want to spoil my baby?”

“Yes …”

“You can repeat it.”

“!”

I touch the chain with a thin, weak ank, tapping: “Why you were so impressed, I accepted it, I was not looking for death, I’m not afraid.

“What did you think through?” My guide, “Thank you, YunSheng …”

Such a living person can be lost as if it were actually what I should do before me. His expression seems quite interesting, as if to cry.

“It’s not much different from removing it, removing it just like I. Also, I’m already falling asleep.

“Yes, sleeve?

I turn my head up to Manan, but I see that CanSheng stands next to the kitchen door …

He heard everything …

Only a light time is 10 meters away. He stands for biased reasons. His black hair is a little tall, hanging from a smooth forehead.

His figure is high, but still looks like a small band of Chou Xiao Zi.

I think my life must be destroyed by hand.

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Main Story Part 82

His sharp teeth are pressed against the artery on my neck but he doesn’t end up biting down. On the other hand, I pretend to be an actual idiot as I dumbly stretch out my neck and pat Peanut’s head with one hand. My eyes look at the rattan chair in the corner in no sorrow nor joy.

If he really wants to dismantle my bones and place them into my stomach, then I naturally can’t win over him. I can’t feel anything no matter what he does to me after I die anyways, so I might as well free myself through this. However, now that I mention freeing myself, my beating heart is surprisingly unwilling to do so due to the slightest hints of reluctance.

Right now, only one buddhist phrase surfaces in my mind: Hatred clings, loved ones part, needs not meet…

How much pain is he in? Probably that much.

And I… at most only go through ‘needs not meet’.

When XiYan comes to check on the wound on my feet, I had already maintained the same position on the couch and watched a flourishing sunset. The sunlight shines on my head and slides down onto my body. It retreats to my feet and climbs up my chains before finally disappearing as night time falls.

There should be no resentment.

I’ve thought about a lot of things and my thoughts have also been all over the place. I then make a decision. Truly destroying my life may be the start of my life.

I ask XiYan when he’s bandaging me up again.

“XiYan, when do you plan on telling CanSheng that I’m better?”

“Actually, I think that… Young Master has probably already guessed that you haven’t gone mad…”

I lift my head up. Beneath the light, XiYan’s face more or less has some discolouration.

“Ha, really? Then he’s pretty considerate. He’s even playing along with my act…”

“It’s just a prediction. Perhaps Young Master is also confirming this.”

I fall into silence for a short while. Even if I’m reluctant I shouldn’t be so hesitant. Since I still have feelings then I might as well give my life to Ye CanSheng.

“Does… he still want to rip my achilles?”

“Yeah…”

“You can rip it.”

“!”

I look up and gently touch the chain on my thin and weak ankle, “Why so surprised? I’ve accepted it. I won’t seek death nor will I escape. From here on, I will only stay by his side…”

“You’ve thought things through?” I nod. “T-thank you, YunSheng…”

Such a grown man could actually be at such a loss of what to do in front of me. His expression of which looks like he’s almost going to cry does seem quite funny though.

“There’s not much of a difference between being chained like this and ripping it. Plus, I’m already used to lying down.”

“Right, Peanut?”

I turn my head around to pat Peanut but I see Ye CanSheng standing by the door of the kitchen…

He heard everything…

In a distance of ten meters, only light is left in a long, lasting period of time. He stands there, for some unexplainable reason he seems more downcast. His black hair is a bit longer and hangs neatly on his smooth forehead.

His figure is tall yet he still looks like that Chou XiaoZi from the small alley.

I think to myself that my life is destined to be destroyed in his hands.

There is no resentment. Only sorrow.

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