What kind of love do I want?
Hei Xiaohu looked at the ribbon in his hand.
Her thoughts drifted, and memories of her childhood surged up.
The shadow that kept flashing in front of him in his midnight dreams.
It appeared again.
"Xiaohu, let's not participate in the bloodshed in the martial world. Can we be ordinary people?”
His mother, Bai Li, was a woman completely different from his father.
She was gentle and kind, like a pure lily, quietly standing on the Black Tiger Cliff.
But Hei Xiaohu was different.
He inherited the bloodline of the Demon Cult Master.
Hei Xiaohu, who had extraordinary talent, had been given high hopes by his father since he was young.
Practice, kill, practice, kill.
He had to constantly sharpen himself and fight.
Hei Xiaohu's eyes gradually became confused.
Do you really want to practice?
Did he really want to become the overlord of the martial arts world?
He questioned her again and again, doubting himself again and again.
Finally, on a rainy night.
Hei Xiaohu listened to his mother.
That gentle, independent woman.
"If you take this medicine, it will slow down the growth of your power. Even your father can't see it.”
"If you take it for a long time, your strength will slowly fade. At that time, you will be able to stay away from the disputes of the martial world and become an ordinary person.”
Bai Li passed a potion to Hei Xiaohu gently.
At that time, Hei Xiaohu did not understand what this meant.
He tried his best to play the role of filial piety.
He didn't want to disappoint his father or make his mother sad.
So, he drank it.
Day after day.
The young master of Black Tiger, who was once unrivaled in martial arts, had become a good-for-nothing that could be bullied.
Cousin, cousin, cousin.
The fellow who had been respectful to him back then and was filled with fear of his seniors.
Now, they all had their noses up in the sky and were holding their heads high.
When Blackhearted Tiger was in the village.
At the very least, they still maintained a friendly appearance and pretended to be polite.
When Blackhearted Tiger went out to fight.
His blood-related fangs were exposed.
"Hei Xiaohu, as long as you are alive, I will never be able to inherit Second Uncle's position and become the Demon Cult Master.”
"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being disappointing. You listened to that weak woman and crippled your own martial arts.”
His cousin was called Jackal Blade.
He bared his fangs and smiled sinisterly.
Wolves, tigers, and leopards, led by jackals, are good at observing people's hearts and spreading rumors.
He knew that Madam Bai Li was born into a scholarly family.
He had never wanted his son to practice martial arts and participate in the Demon Cult.
Madam Bai Li's greatest wish was for Hei Xiaohu to live a peaceful and happy life.
Hence, he used this weakness.
He secretly met Bai Li and gave her the medicine that could suppress the practice of martial arts.
"As long as Young Master's martial arts progress is getting worse by the day, no matter how strict Blackhearted Tiger is, there's nothing he can do.”
"At that time, the young master will naturally be able to stay away from the disputes of the Demonic Sect. Whether it is playing the zither, painting, or living alone in seclusion, he can do whatever he wants.”
The naive Madam Bai Li had never thought that there was a conspiracy behind this.
She tried her best to persuade Hei Xiaohu and finally made him take the medicine.
He thought that he could slowly cripple his martial arts and retire from the martial world.
Who would have thought?
In the end, it became the last straw that the mastermind used to force Hei Xiaohu to his death.
"Ridiculous, too ridiculous!"
Jackal Blade laughed out loud, his laughter twisted.
"You, Hei Xiaohu, are also considered to be extremely talented, but you're always submissive and live in the shadows of others.”
"When Blackhearted Tiger asked you to train, you trained day and night just to please him and get an insignificant compliment.”
"Madam Bai Li asked you to waste your energy, so you drank the potion without hesitation just to make that weak and incompetent woman show a trace of relief.”
"For someone like you, even if you're in a life-and-death situation, you won't have any thoughts, right?”
"You've lived your entire life for others!”
Chai Feng's words were like a great bell.
It was deafening, resounding in Hei Xiaohu's heart.
That's right.
He had no opinions, no emotions, and no choice.
From birth.
He kept putting on a mask to please others.
In front of his father, he was a talented martial arts genius, the young master of the Demon Cult.
In front of his mother, he was a gentle and refined scholar, a graceful young master.
In front of his younger brother, he was a reliable older brother.
In front of his elders, he was a sensible young man.
Without self, there would be no pain.
So even now, with the tip of the knife pressed against his throat.
He did not have the slightest desire to roar or roar.
Let's end it.
Hei Xiaohu closed his eyes.
Silently.
He was ready to face death.
Swoosh--
Swords and blades flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.
Hei Xiaohu frowned slightly.
The expected pain did not come.
Was he already dead?
Or…
A pure white shadow entered his sight.
It was his mother.
"Xiaohu…it's…it's Mommy's fault. Mommy…shouldn't have…"
That gentle figure, that pure figure.
He kept coughing out blood and showed an apologetic expression.
" Mommy shouldn't…decide your life…whether it's ordinary…or overbearing…follow your heart…go on your own…"
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