I regret it very much now, really! If there is a drug of regret, I would rather spend money to buy one now. Unfortunately, these are all fantasy things. In the end, I have to face reality. From the bottom of my heart, I reject those things from the bottom of my heart, and there is a saying that respects ghosts and gods to stay away from each other.

I don’t know how I should choose, but the resistance in my heart prevents me from making such a choice. I am a free person, or more prepared to say that I don’t like being bound, including my parents.

"I'll think about it!" This is the answer I gave.

Liu Laoxian seemed to know that I would make such a choice, nodded and said, "Boy, this is your own business. No matter how you choose, we can not help you. At most, we will give you some tips. As for the end, it depends on you."

I thanked Liu Laoxian and Lao Si to go back. When I went back, I no longer had the joy of coming to Inner Mongolia. I was full of indescribable emotions, annoyance, entanglement, hatred, and hatred! There is also murderous intention!

There are three ways in front of me now. The first is that I agree to the yellow-skinned request and become its disciple. At least I will not have to worry about money in the future. As for the karma that will be born on my back, I don’t know.

The second point is to fight it to the end. It seems that I have a big compromise in the end. We are not of the same level at all. Although Liu Laoxian didn't say it clearly, he also expressed it inside and outside.

The last way is to defect to Liu Laoxian. In that case, it is actually no different from compromising the Yellow-Skinned Fairy. But I can see that Liu Laoxian is very powerful and quite powerful. It is not just that kind of talk. He is the kind of person who is very knowledgeable. In his eyes, the yellow-Skinned Feather is just a little troublesome. The more I do, the more I am afraid, and being powerful means that I can't resist if I make a choice. Suddenly an idea pops up in my mind.

That is where they like me? I am just a student, a student of seventeen or eighteen years old. What will they like me? In other words, what is there to me worth doing?

I can't figure it out or understand it. I must figure it out first. Go back and see what will happen tonight. Thinking of this, my hand involuntarily touched the scimitar in his hand, and he was brave enough to say in his heart: At worst, it's a matter of death. If that thing comes tonight, I will let them see blood.

This day has been very dull. I pretended to be nothing in front of the fourth brother, smiling and doing whatever I should do, without showing how scared I was. The fourth brother was worried about me at first, but before noon, I forgot the unhappy atmosphere I deliberately created.

I never thought that the day passed so quickly. By night, the fourth brother had already fallen asleep. I did not sleep. I slowly sat up, took out a scimitar, lit a cigarette in my hand, and what am I waiting for? I don’t know, and I also want to know what will happen tonight, with a sneer on the corner of my mouth.

At the door, the voice continued. I stared at it for two minutes, but there was nothing. There was a saying that I was so stunned that I was afraid of being arrogant, and I was so arrogant that I was afraid of being desperate. Now I am the kind of person who doesn’t want to live. I’m just like this, and being afraid of being afraid can’t solve the problem.

The sound slowly became smaller and finally disappeared. I listened carefully and there was no sound at all. The whole room was quiet, but I did not relax. Instead, I was a little nervous. The nights in Inner Mongolia were different from those in the city, especially in summer nights, where insects and birds were chirping outside, and it was impossible to be so quiet.

Suddenly I saw a wave of water appearing in the door of the fourth family. One head passed through the middle of the door. This feeling was like a wave of ripples coming out of the water. This scene was too much like a horror movie.

Swish~~I slowly pulled out the knife in my hand, and the cold light shone under the moonlight. It was true that I was afraid in my heart, but the difference between me and others was that when others were afraid, they would hide in a vulgar way, and I...

When I was in school, my brothers and classmates in the dormitory thought I was the kind of guy who was easy to talk to and smiled heartlessly every day. They really didn’t know what kind of person I was when I was a child.

At midnight, there was an old-fashioned clockwork at Lao Si’s house. It was definitely an old antique. Dangdang, the bell rang at twelve o’clock, and I heard a hissing sound outside the door. That sound was like hearing someone scratching foam with his fingernails.

Here comes! My eyes are fixed on me and I will choose to escape, and when I am afraid, I will be crazy. Bloodthirsty madness.

Some things happened in elementary and junior high school back then. I was seventeen or eighteen years old this year, but I had indeed seen blood in my hands. It was a past that was unbearable to look back on.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I was ten years old that year. I went to school early and I went to school at the age of six. I was the youngest in the class. To be a joke, when I looked forward, I never stretched out my hands, but I always pinched my waist (the first student in our school was pinched my waist, and the little classmate behind me stretched out his arms and looked forward.) So I really wanted to stand one day in the second or third place, stretched out his hands once, never before.

That era was the era of reform and opening up, and it was the era of new and old alternating between new and old. In the early 1990s, there was a kidnapping at that time, which was called "Paihuazi". Generally, those who committed the crime were beggars. In the 1990s, there was a bicycle at home that was so great, not to mention cars. At that time, we elementary school students could pick up and drop off their parents after school, and they all came home by themselves or gangs.

Those beggars will find small children to commit crimes. Their method is quite simple. They just pat their heads on the child, and the child will leave with the beggar without realizing it, so we call it "Paihuazi". Generally, parents will say, "You are making a fuss, and you will come to shoot the flowerzi at night." Basically, no children dare to cry at this time.

I was in the fourth grade that year. I was young and there was a small section of the way home without classmates. The short section of the road was relatively remote and there were no one else. Unfortunately, I was photographed and became their prey.

I came back very late that afternoon after school. It was not that I was studying more fun, but in the 1990s, it was not as humane as primary school students going to school now. It was basically the first time I finished school at five o'clock, and I had to be on duty, so it was almost six o'clock when I came back.
Chapter completed!