Zerg Writer

Ling Xun walked out of the room and brought it to him. Turning around and looking at it, he stopped for a while before walking towards the third floor.

After his figure disappeared, Ling Xiuyun walked out from the corner of the shadow, looking darkly in the direction where he left, for a long, long time.

He was slender and white, with very beautiful hands clenched into fists, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh. Slowly, a little bit of blood came out. But he seemed unaware, looking at the place where Ling Xun left, with a deep hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you have enough? Why, come to grab me..."

His voice was so low that only he could hear it. Hear the resentment and anger, despair and sadness inside.

He kept that posture and stood still for a long, long time. Until, a violent cough came from the master bedroom.

Hearing this sound, his thin shoulders suddenly shook, and he turned around abruptly, staring at the door. It's like looking at some beast. The look in his eyes is extremely complicated.

"Anyway, as the doctor said, you won't live long, so why not make me perfect..."

"Yes, that's it! Anyway, you won't be able to live long anyway. If you live like you, you will suffer anyway. By doing this, I helped you..."

"Who tells you to be partial? Obviously, the son who has always been with you is me, but you, but you are always thinking of Ling Xun, it is all your fault, and you forced me..."

"Yes, it's not to blame me, it was you who forced me, not my fault, I was also forced out by you..."

He silently muttered these words to excuse himself and encourage him, while silently opening the door, he walked into the master bedroom.

The unpleasant smell in the room made him frown, showing a look of disgust. Soon, it changed into a careful and cautious look.

He opened the door quietly and walked to the big bed. He quietly looked at the old male who was lying on the bed and shrouded in the dim light of the desk lamp.

He is the head of the family, he used to be the extremely stalwart and tall father in his own heart, and he was the little one he admired, but now he has become like this...

Being thin, dry, and tortured by illnesses left him with nothing in his youth. Look, so small that even the height seems to have shrunk.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if in his sleep, still feeling the torment of illness. The eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and the two grooves on the sides of the lips collapsed deeply.

Looking at him like this, Ling Xiuyun's eyes flashed unbearable, and the expression on her face became hesitant.

The worm's arm once held him up, and the worm's smile bloomed for him. This worm was his biological father... He raised his hand and slowly let it go.

But, at this moment, the sleepy father Ling's dry lips murmured, and said in a dream: "Pei Yun, don't go, you look at me, look at me... Our children, I have a good life. Take care, don't be angry, leave all my property to him..."

Upon hearing these words, a strong resentment and hatred appeared in Ling Xiuyun's eyes. He gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up a pillow on the bed, and fiercely covered the face of Ling's father on the bed!

"Uh, uh..." Father Ling's hands and feet began to struggle, and under the pillow, he made a sound of survival.

Ling Xiuyun couldn't help crying, but she tried harder under her hands. Where can the sickly father Ling struggle? His hands and feet gradually became weak, and his voice no longer came out.

Ling Xiuyun's tears flowed more and more fiercely, but her hand tightly held down the pillow. Until Ling's father completely stopped struggling, he still held on to it, like a demon.

Finally, he felt the stiffness under the pillow, and then slowly let go of his hand. Then, he moved the pillow carefully.

"Ah—" He screamed in depression, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Ling's face under the pillow was pale and hideous. With a pair of bloodshot eyes wide open, he fixedly looked towards the void.

Ling Xiuyun didn't dare to look at his face anymore, but lowered her head and said with a weeping voice: "You can't blame me, you really can't blame me, you forced me..."

While speaking, he fell to the ground, crying silently. Both shoulders shrugged, and his body couldn't help shaking, as if he was the victim.

Moonlight shone through the gap between the curtains and shone on him. Most of it appears to be darker.

He fell to the ground and wept bitterly for a long time before getting up, quietly backing out, and closing the door.

Before dawn the next day, it rained heavily. It was rushing, overwhelming, and there was darkness everywhere, as if the darkness was boundless.

Fang Qingci felt chilly in his dream, and couldn't help shrinking into Ling Xun's warm embrace. Ling Xun opened his eyes and looked at the baby in his arms, got up gently, found a quilt in the cabinet, and stamped it on Fang Qingci's body.

Fang Qingci didn't open his eyes, and asked in a daze, "When is the time, should I get up?"

Ling Xun looked at him dozingly and said: "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Fang Qingci opened his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Ling Xun hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll go see... him."

Fang Qingci's bewildered head gradually woke up, looking at his beloved bug, and said: "Go, if he wakes up, talk to him more."

Ling Xun smiled and nodded, just about to say something, suddenly a terrified scream, awakened the whole quiet mansion: "Ah--"

"Dead, dead—"

Ling Xun's face suddenly turned pale, and her lips trembled slightly. Fang Qingci sat up abruptly, her eyes becoming solemn.

What happened?

The two hurried downstairs. At this time, a bunch of insects had gathered in the main bedroom on the second floor.

On the dimly lit big bed, Ling's father's eyes opened wide, and he was already very angry for a long time.

"What's going on, what's going on, it was okay yesterday, and I had dinner with us..." Father Ling's female waiter sat on the ground, muttering, the whole insect seemed to have stayed.

Ling Xiuyun looked at her father on the bed, tears in her eyes: "Father..."

Ling Xiuyun also shed tears, threw herself on the bed, crying and said: "Father, father, open your eyes and look at me, I am Yuner, look at me..."

He shed tears and shook his head, as if unable to accept this cruel fact, and looked extremely sad.

As soon as Ling Xun stepped into the room, he froze at the door. There was no expression on his face and no tears. But there was no trace of blood on his face, and even his lips were gray. His hands clenched into fists, shaking constantly.

Obviously, I spoke to him here last night, but now, now...

He closed his eyes, even his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Fang Qingci was the calmest one in this room. He looked at the situation of Ling's father and said solemnly: "Who killed my uncle?"

Hearing this, everyone seemed to be stunned. Gradually he calmed down and discovered an unusual situation.

The appearance of Ling's father was obviously not a natural death. The bruises on his face, bleeding in the corners of his eyes, and swollen muscles all showed that he died of suffocation.

And a pillow lying around, still stained with blood, shows that this is a murder weapon!

"Who, who would do such a thing?" Ling Xiuyun opened her eyes wide in horror, her eyes full of disbelief. "This house is full of our own bugs!"

Father Ling's waitress wiped her tears and calmed down: "We must find the murderer and comfort my hero's spirit in the sky!" He stood up, his appearance no longer weakened before, as if suddenly became strong.

Ling Xiuyun was still lying next to the bed, her head buried in the messy quilt, sobbing constantly. She cried as if she was about to lose her breath.

The female waiter glanced at him and said coldly: "Xiuyun gets up. It's not time to cry. You must find the murderer right away. I'll call the police. You are here to guard your father. Did you hear that?"

After hearing this, Ling Xiuyun raised her head to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen: "The murderer made the hand last night, right?"

"Does this need to be said?"

"Last night, Big Brother was the last to see his father. After that, no one has come in again..." He glanced at Ling Xun timidly, and said, "Big brother, even if you are because The matter of the female monarch has always resented his father, and he can't do such a thing! He, he is our male father after all!"

Hearing this, the worms looked at Ling Xun together. Fang Qingci raised his eyebrows, and said to Ling Xiuyun, "I know you hate Lingxun, but you can't slander him! Ling Xiuyun, slander can also be punished!"

"Brother Fang, I don't understand what you are saying, Ling Xun is my brother, why should I hate him?" Ling Xiuyun showed a timid expression, looking very pitiful.

"You have many reasons to hate him. I only want to say two things. First, you hate your father and value him more than you. Second, you want to seduce me but you didn’t seduce him. In my eyes, only Ling Xun has nothing at all. You. Are these two points not enough?"

By now, Fang Qingci couldn't care about anything else, so he uttered the words completely. He didn't expect that, just to accompany the love insects back home, such a thing would happen. Now Ai Chong's mind is completely messed up, only relying on him to wash his grievances. He will never allow any stain on the love bug, never!

Ling Xiuyun didn't expect that Fang Qingci would ignore the matter and completely stabbed the matter out, deeply hating in her heart. "Brother Fang, I know you feel sorry for your brother, but you can't just pour dirty water on me for the sake of your brother. When did I seduce you..."

As he said, he covered his face and burst into tears, as if Fang Qingci was a villain, forcing him to be unable to live anymore.