The character design collapsed! The general's sick beauty is a killer

Chapter 343 Extra 3

"But he has entrusted you with his life's hard work. Compared to me, he trusts you."

"Oh, you are so wrong," Ren Sang said bitterly: "Ning Yanxi only trusts himself the most. He uses countless girls to make cauldrons, practices life-prolonging skills, and searches for the elixir of immortality all over the world.

The secret recipe... all these things, he just wants longevity, he wants to rule Yongye Pavilion forever and ever, I am just the most obedient puppet he carefully selected."

Tang Xi paused for a long time and sneered, "Ning Yanxi is not a fool. If you hadn't been instigating him, how would he have believed in such nonsense as immortality?"

"It was the evil skills he practiced that gave him the illusion of immortality." Ren Sang's eyes were a little cold, reflecting the beauty that Tang Xi was most familiar with. "Before he chose me, he had already started searching for the elixir of immortality."

In short, it has nothing to do with him.

"Then what's the matter with the whip marks on your body?" Tang Xi asked again.

When he bandaged his wounds, the new wounds overlapped the old marks, all of which were Ning Yanxi's masterpieces.

Tang Xi has also been injured like that and knows how painful it is.

"What he does does not meet his requirements, and he always needs to be punished in order to remember it." Ren Sang said calmly, added another glass of sake for himself, and drank it.

Watching his movements quietly, Tang Xi felt some sadness inexplicably.

She always thought that Ning Yanxi loved him dearly, entrusted him with important responsibilities, and was closer to him than his own son. Now it seems that he is just a pitiful person.

Little did she know that the unspoken part of Ren Sang's story was enough to make her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

Ren Sang will never tell her that during the ten years in the underground palace, when she was taken away by Ning Yanxi, when she was beaten to pieces, when she was wailing and crying, he was there, in a corner where she could not see, and when she was beaten to pieces, he was there.

As a bystander, witnessing all this.

Ning Yanxi not only used her to vent his anger, but also to scare him. If he dared to disobey, this would be his fate.

He didn't hate Ning Yanxi at first because he saved his mother.

But the bloody scenes, the girl's pitiful cries, and the suffocating smell of blood in the air finally ignited a fire in his heart.

The repressed fire is burning in the stimulation day after day, year after year, and it wants to devour everything.

He began to hate Ning Yanxi.

The ten years of life in the underground palace ended quickly, but Ning Yanxi's disgust for this daughter did not end with him.

She went to Shangjing and became the third lady of the Earl of Xianchang's Palace. She put on luxurious clothes and gold and silver hairpins and disguised herself so much that she was even more delicate than the ladies in Shangjing.

He watched her move around the aristocratic circle of Shangjing City with ease, watched her being targeted by two nominal sisters but didn't care, watched her lying freely on the swing in the courtyard and dozing off...

But Ning Yan Xi didn't want to let her go yet.

Continuous abuse can lead to addiction, so Ning Yanxi ordered him to call her back.

At that moment, he felt a hatred so strong that it was difficult to control, and an urge to kill Ning Yanxi immediately.

But his strength does not allow him to do that, he cannot kill Ning Yanxi.

He couldn't save her either.

But he can replace her.

He and she are essentially the same, and Ning Yanxi's resentment towards them is not much different.

Ning Yanxi accepted it happily.

From then on, whenever Ning Yanxi felt unhappy, he would vent his anger on him.

One whip after another, the skin and flesh were torn open, the pain as if the bones were broken, it is still unforgettable even if I think about it now.

He was always glad that these whips were struck on him.

The past cannot be recalled. If it goes away, let it go.

Another glass of wine drowned out the thousands of unspoken words.

(End of chapter)