The Lord who use immortals as food

Li Yao glanced at him but said nothing or moved.

Li Yao had never met his mother, and he also lost his father when he was six years old. From the time he was ignorant, he faced the world in the open air.

The unfamiliar looking face, the unfounded malice... Li Yao would lock himself in a small room to study since elementary school. It was an environment that kept him from being at a loss.

But there has to be a situation like today.

Li Heng was wearing a dark yellow brand new embroidered dress, and Li Yao guessed it was probably made from the "gift silk" they showed off a while ago. The person closest to him behind him was Lian Lin. She was dressed very delicately and pretty today. She was wearing a dark green embroidered dress of the same fabric. She was looking at him with the corners of her lips raised. Unlike Li Heng's arrogance, she was more indifferent. Banter.

After that, there were still the same few people. Sometimes Li Yao thought that they were actually similar to him, but they just chose to follow Li Heng and Lian Lin.

"Did Wu Zi teach you to be a mute, brother Yao?" Li Heng walked over with a smile, put his arm around his shoulders, held his neck and walked to the back garden, "Let's go and visit the general together. It’s my house, so that my aunt won’t accuse us of bullying you again.”

Li Yao staggered a bit as he was led away, and there were many brothers and sisters who came out from behind. Some of them glanced at him with a faint smile, and most of them didn't even bother to look at him.

Li Yao staggered embarrassedly with his head lowered under the strong arms. He did not resist and only held tightly the "Six Tao" he had just received. This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of scene. As long as he endures it silently, they will naturally let him go when they get bored. After that, I just need to straighten my clothes so as not to make my aunt too sad.

Along the way, he could only look down at Li Heng's dark yellow clothes and the road. From stone bricks to bluestone slabs, and then to the stone paved path, Li Yao didn't know how many turns he made or where he ended up. In short, the environment became quieter and quieter. , there was also the faint sound of water, and their laughter was always in my ears.

Finally the shackles around his neck were loosened, and he took a few rough breaths. As soon as he straightened his stiff and painful neck and waist, he was pulled back by his bun. Li Heng patted his face and said with a smile: "Brother Yao, reading with words is not as good as seeing with eyes. Let me ask you, what is the art of war in "Wu Zi"? How about we help you act it out now?"

Li Heng had his pulse opened a few years ago... or in other words, he was the only one among this group of people who didn't have his pulse opened.

Li Yao raised his face while his hair was being pulled. He saw a very quiet small garden in his field of vision. Even in late autumn, the scenery was very beautiful. They were standing on the edge of the small pool in the center, with rockeries and waterfalls, sparse high forests, and intertwined trees. With shrubs, flat fallen leaves, and a quiet pavilion, Li Yao felt that he could read here all day.

"Brother Yao, don't you have a tongue?" Li Heng's smile became colder, and he pinched his jaw to make him open his mouth, "Brother, I'm asking you something."

Li Yao was silent.

There was a burning pain on his face, and a slap was thrown hard. Li Yao staggered, and Li Heng's voice reached his ears: "Without what my parents taught me, I don't even know how to respect my brother."

Several harsh laughs sounded next to him, and then Lian Lin's teasing voice said: "Brother Yao, please ignore him. He has been robbed of the limelight by you, and he is very angry at this moment."

...Oh, that’s right. Li Yao understood something.

Then a heavier slap came immediately. Li Yao almost felt half of his face numb. He stumbled and fell to the ground. The corners of his mouth were cracked and painful, and his tongue instantly tasted a fishy sweet taste.

He had actually been bullied more severely, but a simple beating had never been so severe, because they didn't want to leave too obvious scars. But the anger that was provoked will make people lose some thinking. Li Yao vaguely felt that things were a little out of control, but he could only do nothing at this time.

"When can I not read your crappy book and like to pretend to be in front of the hall? Huh?" Li Heng picked him up by the neck, "Like a little bitch - is your mother a little bitch? Li Yao?"

Li Yao raised his head and breathed, his collar was pulled open, and the cold wind poured in. It was too cold today.

"Asking you, isn't it? Huh?"

Li Yao kept his mouth shut.

As if this silence angered Li Heng again, he punched him in the abdomen. This punch was particularly painful. Li Yao huddled up in the air with a retching sound. He thought that he would not be able to receive such a second punch.

But at this time, Lian Lin seemed a little tired of seeing such a simple beating. She yawned and said, "Okay Li Heng, you are the elder brother. If the younger brother makes a mistake, he must have a chance to explain."

Li Yao gasped for breath, and his throat was filled with the smell of blood, and he heard her say in that unique tone with a hidden smile: "I heard that Brother Yao is afraid of the cold, and he always uses this excuse to hide away from his brothers and sisters. The elders are paying homage to me, but I wonder if I can climb out by myself if I slip and fall into a cold pool?"

Li Yao's heart sank to the bottom. He had learned to face this helpless fear since he was a child, but the real panic still filled his eyes at this moment... He would never cry in front of these people, but he didn't know what to do at this time.

Several people laughed excitedly, and some began to look for long branches - it must be fun to poke a person flopping in the pool. Sister Lian Lin is really smart. Li Yao and the others are almost tired of teasing her. She has been keeping her head down and silent recently. Throw him into the water, can this little face still be so fake?

"If you can't climb up, brother Li Heng will believe that you are not faking, and this matter will be over." Lian Lin said kindly.

Li Heng was obviously moved by this proposal, and most of his anger had disappeared. But at this moment, he saw Li Yao's face turning pale, a smile appeared on his cheeks, and he wanted to tease him again: "Hey, as long as you say 'yes', I will How about I just throw you down?"

Li Yao pursed his swollen lips and glanced at him. His pupils were very light in color, and looked very quiet and clear.

Li Heng was inexplicably enraged, and threw him into the pond with a flick of his hand. This time, he even used his true energy. Li Yao fell heavily into the pond, and half of his body was numb in an instant.

However, the next moment, the cold chill forced into his whole body. Li Yao suddenly felt like he was in an ice prison, as if he had lost his body. At this time, the world was spinning, and there was no direction at all. A large amount of cold water poured into his mouth and nasal cavity, and the pain of suffocation covered him in an instant - he couldn't swim at all.

The laughter on the shore suddenly became unbridled, and the diaphragm was twisted by the water and transmitted into his ears. Li Yao waved his limbs in panic, and his body was poked by something, and then the laughter on the shore became louder.

"Hey, brother Yao, swim over here~"

"...It seems to be sinking, get him out."

"No, push him up." Lian Lin said, "Don't spoil the fun, we've only been playing for a while."

"What are you afraid of? As long as he doesn't die, it's fine." Li Heng said, "I'll use my Qi to heal the wound on his face later, and say he fell in by himself."

"Hahahahaha, that would be a lot of falls..."

But the next moment, the man holding the long stick into the pool shouted in a panic, "It's impossible to get him out."