C15 It's Just That They Changed a Demon

After leaving the washroom, Wang Xinmei didn't say a single word as she obediently followed me home and went upstairs.

"Okay, drink a cup of hot water and then start teaching me. You can practice once. I'll see if you're right or not. Don't think you can fool me."

Once we entered the room, I poured Wang Xinmei a cup of hot water and placed it on the tea table.

"Thank you. I promised to teach you. I know how to teach, but my body is very weak right now. I will teach you slowly."

Wang Xinmei hugged the water cup to warm her hands.

I didn't care at all, of course I could, but I was thinking, I have to go to the bathroom later, and I won't believe that I won't be able to learn this catchfist tonight.

Maybe Feng Qingqing had some sort of reaction now, she really wanted to see how that splatter of people pulled at him. Hehe, it must be no better than Wang Xinmei's.

Even though I can't see Feng Qingqing's current state, just the thought of seeing her painful expression made me feel good.

If she was doing that kind of thing with the man who kept her, the man would probably be depressed to death. Once she did half of the job, Feng Qingqing would go to the toilet or drag him down with him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh. It was a hearty laugh that came from the bottom of my heart.

Wang Xinmei rested for a while. It should be because she had recovered her strength, and said that she had only taught me three moves and not three.

I was immediately a little angry and immediately jumped up and scolded her for not saying anything. I also said that if I go to the toilet next time, I better not accompany you.

In the house, Wang Xinmei was not afraid, she only taught me three moves, and seeing that I could basically execute them, she went back inside the house.

The Grab Fist might look simple, but it had a lot of variations and was very practical.

After Wang Xinmei returned to her room, I practiced these three moves repeatedly.

Until 3 in the morning, Wang Xinmei had occasionally gone to the toilet four times, and very unwillingly taught me the entire set of the Capturing Fist.

In the end she must have collapsed, so I got her a hot water bottle and told her to hold it and go back to her aunt's room for a good night's sleep.

As for me, I sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed a rolling pin. I turned off the light in the bedroom, hid the rolling pin behind my back, and leaned against the sofa for a nap.

Wang Xinmei is about to collapse from exhaustion, her aunt is definitely not much better. I, Zhang Yuan, have not fought very hard before, but I'm not sure who will win this fight.

I took advantage of her weak body today. When she comes back, as long as I pass by this sofa, I'll hit her with a stick and knock her out. When I see how I'm going to deal with you, hehe ~

The moment I thought about what is going to happen, my heart surged with excitement. After killing Feng Qingqing, this family will truly be mine to decide, my life in the future should be very beautiful, hehe!

Like a lone wolf waiting for its prey to appear, I sat quietly in the dark, my mind very clear, one hand clutching my rolling pin, waiting for a sudden blow.

"Bastard! Little bastard! Today, I will beat you to death! How dare you be so insidious! Are you tired of living?"

With a violent slam of the door, Feng Qingqing rushed into the house, raised her long leg and kicked at me.

I waited for her to kick me, then hit her in the calf with a rolling pin.

"BOOM!"

In the end, Feng Qingqing raised her leg up high, dodging the rolling pin, and stepped on my chest.

Looking at the ghastly depths of her skirt, I fell away like a sandbag. My chest was in so much pain that it felt like my lungs were about to explode.

I can't believe it. These long legs aren't thick either. Why is there such a strong force coming from these thin legs? Why isn't he old at all? It was still as brutal and cool and beautiful as when he first entered the restaurant …

Unconvinced, I rolled on the ground, grabbed my rolling pin and rushed forward again.

However, what he got in return was another kick from his high heels. In my opinion, that beautiful white leg was hateful, it allowed me to forever be unable to raise my head in front of Feng Qingqing. I could only sink under that pair of legs, unable to resist.

"Little bastard, if I didn't give you some more energy today, do you really think you have the ability to do so?"

My resistance was met with Feng Qingqing's boundless anger. She was like a tyrannical empress, and her high heels kicked me all the way down to my skin.

I spent the rest of the night in hell.

Feng Qingqing knocked me out, splashed me with cold water, and then whipped me crazily.

I could feel my skin oozing blood, and the burning pain was desperate.

"How dare you, you dare to let me have diarrhea. If I don't kill you today, you are a bastard anyway. It's for the best if you die."

Feng Qingqing roared, the whip in her hand crackling.

Under the whip, I was like a fleeing monkey. It was funny, but I had to make the kind of reaction only animals would have.

I rolled and hid, jumped and hid, I cried, I shed tears, my suffering could not be described, it could only be transformed into endless hatred, sleeping with this night.

Afterwards, even the soundly sleeping Wang Xinmei came out of the house, but there wasn't the slightest bit of pity in her eyes, and I could even see her cold ridicule.

When it came to the darkness of the night, the dark side of the human heart, was the most frightening one. A perverted woman like Feng Qingqing, her heart was probably even darker than carbon.

She had done this to me before. I was afraid of her, really afraid, but I was also unyielding. I believed that the night would eventually come and that I would be a descendant of a martyr.

I can't allow my father, Zhang Qingyun, to sigh all day for her disappointing son in the underworld; I don't want my mother to watch me suffer in hell, and wash my face with tears all day long.

I have told myself countless times, Zhang Yuan, you are a man, you will definitely be able to stand up, you are young, you are strong, the heavens will one day open their eyes.

The sound of a whip, the sound of a bitch's angry voice, and my strong tears as I fell into a dream, I entered into a dream.

I dreamt of my mother. I dreamed of my father, Zhang Qingyun. My mother hugged me tightly, saying that I had suffered. With my mother here, no one could bully Xiao Yuan anymore.

I cry, I cry, my whole heart is trembling, I hold my mother, the sky is dark.

Later on, I didn't know how this dream worked, but I saw my father. This was the first time I saw my father so clearly in this dream.

He was tall and heroic, dressed in a camouflage uniform, like a war god, with a sniper rifle on his back and a military thorn in his hand.

He said, you are my, Zhang Qingyun's, son, so even if I throw you into a pack of wolves, you will have to bite your head off in order to die.

Then I dreamed of my aunt, who still doted on me as before, crying with me and saying that she would avenge me.

"Are you sick? You're just sleeping and you're still peeing!"

Following an icy chill, I heard Wang Xinmei's voice.

She arrogantly stepped on my head, as if she was stepping on a ball, rolling back and forth.

I felt a tearing pain all over my body, and I didn't even want to move.

I knew that the memory card might have already been taken away by her, because my shoes were taken off and the memory card was under the insole.

I thought that I could turn the situation around and become the slave's master, but my resistance failed once again, in exchange for a brutal mistreatment, and even Wang Xinmei came to take revenge.

"Little bastard, you really beat me up last night. I was wondering why my stomach hurt so much and why I wanted to go to the toilet. It was all your fault."

Wang Xinmei lifted me up.

I was powerless, like a pool of softness.

After being mistreated by Feng Qingqing for an entire night, I am now back in my room, splattered with food and sleep, while I, on the other hand, am going to continue being mistreated by Wang Xinmei.

I asked the heavens countless times, 'Why?' Why am I so miserable? Why do I have to be scolded as a bastard? Why can everyone bully me? What did I do wrong?

No one would give me an answer. I would have to break my teeth and swallow them, knowing that my own pain was enough.

As long as he was alive, there was hope.

As Wang Xinmei scolded me, she tied me to the balcony railing. Just like last time, she took a bag of salt from the kitchen and sprinkled it on my body.

I suddenly howled in pain like a slaughtered pig, but what I received in return was Wang Xinmei's cold and crazed laughter.

Wang Xinmei took out the memory card s to flaunt her intelligence in front of me. Then, she picked up the whip that was covered in my blood, soaked it in water and smeared it with salt.

The light after the night was not heaven, it was still hell, only a demon.

I was abused by Wang Xinmei to the point that I fainted twice. In the end, she used her ice-cold running water to madly rush into my body.

The scab was washed away by the piercing cold water, as if my skin were separating from mine. The pain was so excruciating that I could not use words to describe the pain …