C1211 Let's Go to Hell Together

The junk room, dark and damp, like a small iron box piled up with all kinds of messy things...

The clothes, the broken bench, the broken tires of the bicycle, bottles and cans, the wooden sticks... The suffocating musty smell became thicker and thicker, choking on the unpleasant smell, as if it was going to push a person deep into hell.

In the dark corner, if one did not pay careful attention, one would not be able to see that there was another person inside.

Delia curled up her small body like a hedgehog. She curled up into the smallest size and hugged herself with both hands.

On her face, tears were still falling down one by one like pearls. However, the moment they touched the ground, they suddenly broke apart.

Her father wanted to give her to someone else...

She asked why, but no one told her. Ah, it turns out that I'm just a burden. After getting rid of me, I can make this family feel more relaxed.

"Why didn't you send your brother away? He's younger than me - -"

That slap was really painful. Right now, half of her face was swollen, like a steamed bun that had just been steamed. It was bulging, and when she pressed it, she felt uncomfortable.

"You little hoof, how dare you compare yourself to your younger brother!"

"Who asked you to be the youngest girl? Your Eldest Sister can even follow me to the factory to work. Your Second Sister and Third Sister can do anything by picking up firewood..."

"What's the use of raising you? You might as well give it to someone else!"

The young girl's heart was filled with pain and hatred. Her small hands were clenched into fists as she punched the side of her body. Her big eyes were filled with tears.

What's the use of raising you...

I'm very useful. I can wash clothes, sew, cook, sweep the floor... What do you want me to do? What am I not doing?

When I'm older, I can do the same thing as my sisters!

However, Delia still did not speak. A kind of grief that was like a stream of water slowly flowed and drowned her whole body.

This process was long and despairing...

She suddenly felt that there was no need for her to explain anything. Her so-called parents were just treating her as an artifact, using standards to measure her usefulness and the rewards she could get.

You ate mine, used mine, wore mine, you had to spit them out for me! You had to spit it out twice!

Otherwise, what's the use of raising you? Hehe, daughter, it's just for exploitation... As long as there's still a drop of oil left, it will be completely squeezed out. When it's useless, it will be like throwing garbage...

Initially, he thought that his heart was already aching enough, but he did not expect that his father's next words would still fiercely stab him in the heart.

The cold air, the pattering of the drizzle outside, it was an abnormal thunderstorm...

Then, the man called father spoke word by word, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not being a leader!"

All her strength seemed to have been sucked away in an instant, Delia actually could not even shed tears...

Ah, so all of the process was because she was a girl...

So, favoritism towards her brother, pampering her brother, as her elder sister, it was necessary for them to endure and yield.

On what basis!

A surge of hot blood rushed to her head. Delia looked at the little fatty who was sitting on top of the wooden chair, holding a lollipop and eating it very well. Her anger immediately burst out.

On what basis!!

Yet, the younger brother who was usually doted on was also angry when he was looked at by this gaze. He actually dared to look at her with this kind of expression?

"You... Why are you looking at me!"

"You deserve it!"

"I just don't like you, I just want Mom and Dad to send you away! "

"Whoever dares to offend me, I'll make sure that their lives aren't easy!"

The truth was immediately exposed, like a huge curtain that was pulled open. There were no anticipated plays below, only disgusting old garbage.

So it was him, it was him!

Suddenly, Delia rushed towards Mu Deng and her hands grabbed the neck of the person in front of her. "I hate you. You will only fight with me for my parents. Go to hell!"

That small little girl was like a mad beast at this moment. Her eyes were filled with fearless killing intent as her hands fiercely exerted force...

You see, it turns out that favoritism will really make people fearless and also make people crazy...

Look, my poor soul only craves a little warmth from you guys to make me no longer so cold. However, you guys succeeded in making me become a madman.

Hatred, it really can make me lose my rationality and human nature...

Hehe... Do you think ghosts are scary? Why don't I take you to see people's hearts?

Those dirty, ugly, dark, cold human hearts... can turn people into lunatics...

Probably because Delia's speed was too fast, no one actually reacted...

She looked at the child that she had grabbed and her eyes were filled with joy. Hehe, that's great. Since you want to go to hell, then let's go together!

In the next second, the scene instantly turned into a mess. Screams, cries, and curses mixed together.

"You little slut, let go of my son!"

Delia turned her head. Her eyes were no longer as obedient as usual. There was hatred in her voice. "I just want to ask you. He is your son. Am I not your daughter?"

"I do not have a heartless daughter like you. I have raised you for so long. Is this how you repay me?"

Huh, raised for so long?

Delia really wanted to laugh. She laughed and laughed. Her tears could not stop falling...

She really raised it for so long. What did it take to raise it...

However, at such a young age, how could she compete with a man's strength...

"I told you to pinch my son, to pinch my son! I will definitely beat you to death today!"

Delia curled up on the ground, her small figure curled up into a ball, her hands tightly hugging her head, but she did not make a sound.

She should be a little stronger and a little stronger. This way, she could pull that child and go to hell with her...

This beating lasted for about an hour. Finally, the tall and rough man was tired of the beating and gasped for breath.

He kicked the man on the ground hard and finally breathed out. "I gave birth to a little bastard like you. I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

Finally, Delia's hair was grabbed and she was dragged into the storeroom like a corpse...

"Bang!" The wooden door closed and isolated the light. The light disappeared and the whole world fell into darkness.

Delia was lying on the cold floor with blood stains at the corner of her mouth and bruises on her face.

Ha, how cruel, this life...

Delia felt that even breathing was difficult and her head was swollen...

But, no matter how cruel it was, she had to live on... She had to, live on...