C2 A Dream Every Ten Years

"Kid, how are you? Aren't you tired of living like this? Do you hate it? Alright. . . Then vent all the hatred in your heart! " In the twilight, a familiar and gloomy laughter came from the distant sky.

Lee Xiang widened his eyes and looked around blankly, but in the end, he did not find anything. He smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "How do I vent?"

"There are many ways. You can choose to cry, choose to mess, choose to die. . . One cry, two play, three hang. These are the ideal ways to vent. "

That illusory voice became even more evil. He laughed even more wildly.

"Lee Xiang was speechless.

"Criminals are always peasants, even if they were born in a noble upper-class society. But this still cannot change the nature of you peasants. In this Count's Mansion, who has ever treated you as a third young master? Even the servants in Count's Mansion do not. So do not try to change this rule. One must know that this was just like changing the look in your eyes. Other people would always see blue in their eyes. And what you will see in your eyes will always be black. . . So it is impossible for you to change this fact. "

" Damn it, this father is clearer about this than you, there is no need for you to fucking remind me! "

Li Du was furious when he thought about it. After eighteen years of living in this world, he had seen it clearly. No matter how he tried to change the result, it was still the same. It was even more serious.

"Since you understand, then you should be like a man. Standing up to resist is always better than staying in this small courtyard all day long and playing with the thoughts of those children. Do you think that everyone in the world is a fool? Only you are smart? One must know that in order to survive in this world, one's mind is important. But strength is more important. . . " That person ridiculed him without any mercy. Even his tone was filled with disdain.

Lee Xiang smiled bitterly. That's right. He had to admit that he had indeed done something that he thought was very smart but was ultimately exposed by his own father. So he had to agree with him in the end. He was really playing some silly tricks. He was even a little childish.

"If I had the ability to speak, would I still need to fucking compromise? Do I need you to f * cking come here and make sarcastic remarks? " Lee Xiang was furious. Could it be that he was so weak that he couldn't lose his temper at a person who hid himself? He really needed to vent his anger.

"That's right! That's what a man. . . Should look like! Those men who hide behind and only know how to play tricks will never be able to show themselves. " That man was obviously very satisfied with Lee Xiang's reaction.

" Bullsh * t! " Lee Xiang really exploded. Although it was an illusory voice, it was also very relieving. "Don't just stand there and talk without hurting your waist. Let's change our identities. I'm afraid you are even worse than me!"

"That's not necessarily true. If I were you. . . At the very least, I wouldn't be foolish enough to wait for someone to suddenly be kind and give me some charity. I wouldn't expect those high and mighty nobles to pity these lowly peasants in their eyes. . . " The voice cried out strangely. "Even if he is your father, You. . . The voice sounded strange. Even if he was your father, you still wouldn't have waited for such an opportunity. . . Never! Don't think that there's some familial love between you two. For them, the interests of the family will always be above everything else. As long as anyone blocks this benefit, there will only be one final outcome. . . How about it? Do you want to leave this damn place? Do you want revenge? Do you want to let those people who have humiliated you in the past. . . Those people who thought they were high and mighty, those who thought they were the upper class of the Reiss Empire. " Those who think they are high and mighty, those who think they are high and mighty, those who think they are high and mighty, those who think they are high and mighty in the Reiss Empire, those who think they are the nobles of the upper class

That ethereal voice was filled with endless temptation. Lee Xiang admitted that he was indeed a little tempted. Of course he wanted to, and it was heartbreaking. But he had never thought about what he wanted to control. All he thought about was freedom.

"Why are you so sure?" Lee Xiang couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I have my reasons. Well, it seems that your mind is not firm enough. Because I haven't felt the monstrous hatred in your heart yet. . . Because I can feel that you still have a trace of fantasy. Very well. . . Then think about it carefully, perhaps one day you will be able to figure it out. . . I hope you won't let me down! Of course, if you don't understand, Then. . . Accept your fate!"

" No. . . I will never accept my fate! " Thinking of his current situation, Lee Xiang roared with all his might.

"Kaka. . . Since you are unwilling, then obey me and become my disciple. I can fulfill my wish. . . "

"You? A coward who doesn't even dare to show his face? What can I expect from you? You are just an imaginary person. . . " Lee Xiang shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Kaka. . . One day you will come and beg me. . . "

. . . . . .

Lee Xiang suddenly woke up from his dream. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief. After that, he smiled bitterly. He knew that he was dreaming again.

Since he was eight years old, this dream would always come to him without any symptoms. It had been ten years.

To be honest, sometimes even he himself couldn't tell if this was a dream or some kind of omen. If it was a dream, why did it accompany him for ten years? And why did it seem so real? Because it knew almost everything that happened to him like the back of its hand. As long as something unusual happened to him one day, this dream would come without any symptoms. Then the person in the dream started to ridicule him. Taunting him, slowly trampling his poor self-esteem to the bottom of his feet. Slowly, the hatred in his body was stimulated, and slowly, it made him lose his mind. Step by step, he approached madness. . . Because he already felt that his eighteen years of peaceful mentality was slowly changing.

But if he said it wasn't a dream? Then what kind of omen would this be?