"Come back! You are not allowed to do that!" Feiran's eyes were splitting after hearing this, and he shouted at them at the top of his lungs, but he could not stop them from leaving, "Let my sister go! I will take her place, and I will take her place. I am willing to leave an heir, and I am willing! Please let her go -"

Regardless of his heart-rending screams and cries, the next moment, the whip that was thrown towards him fell on him again. He struggled desperately without giving up, and even wanted to leave here now to stop their brutal behavior. However, after the supervisor of the execution hall hit him on the top of his head with a stick, he finally stopped all movements after his head was broken, and reluctantly lowered his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Fei Ran, who had been knocked unconscious by a random stick, felt someone unhooking him from the wall, gently pulling him into his arms, patiently untying the hair that was tangled with blood and sweat with his fingers, and then, hot tears fell silently on his face, waking him up from the endless nightmare.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw his eldest brother, Feisinian, who had always been gentle-tempered. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He forced himself to suppress the hatred and pain in his heart. He held a clean handkerchief in one hand to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead caused by the pain.

"Brother..."

"It's okay, big brother, I'll take you home." Feisinian held her little brother, who was covered in shocking wounds, tightly in her arms and refused to let go.

"Little sister, she..." Feiran was still in a daze, and he couldn't tear away the heavy sleep that was entangled in him. He subconsciously grabbed the skirt of Feisinian's chest.

When Feisinian heard this, she felt sad in her heart. She could no longer suppress the tears that burst into her eyes. She trembled, buried her head on his shoulder and sobbed.

"It will be okay. We will all be fine in the future..."

The hot and wet tears soon soaked Fei Ran's clothes. Before he could distinguish it, he closed his eyes, turned around and fell into another nightmare... from which he didn't know when he would wake up.

Twelve years later.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the fallen sycamore leaves on the street, and the low chirping sound of the dead leaves from under the wheels was like a thin sigh in autumn. When the wind turned the corner of the street and rolled its tongue gently, the crushed dead leaves disappeared into the late autumn night without knowing their whereabouts.

Fei Ran was sitting in the carriage, looking at the street scene outside with the lights on. As the carriage rushed past, the lights flashed across the corners of his eyes, leaving a stream of broken shadows that could not be retained.Ever since he exchanged two pieces of soul paper for a piece of definite news from the Wen family's eldest son in the Xiyuan Kingdom a few months ago, he has been rushing to the southeast without stopping, fearing that the person who had been investigating for many years but still didn't know the news would run away before him on the way.

Due to the many days of running around, the exhaustion that could not be concealed quietly occupied his eyes at this moment when his mind was in a daze, making him close his eyes tiredly, which also made his heart relax. Unknowingly, another shadow broke out from the fence in his heart, and a certain face that he never wanted to remember again came to him again...

That's Fei Lie's face.

That handsome and graceful face had captured the hearts of countless men and women in the original country many years ago. It was also the owner of such a face who had turned Prince Lie's palace into a living hell.

Since he was a child, everyone in the house has said that he and Fei Lie look alike. It can almost be said that they were printed from the same mold. Even if Fei Lie has a group of descendants, among all the brothers and sisters, he will definitely be the most dazzling one in the future.

But those people never knew that after seeing all the life and death in the house for so many years, he wished he could find an opportunity to take a knife and peel off the fierce-looking skin on his face with his own hands.

He would always remember the afternoon of that day when the manager of the mansion took him out of the side room where he lived with his servants, washed him all over with a brown brush, put on a new suit of clothes, and brought him to Fei Lie.The afternoon sunlight filtered in slantly through the narrow gap beside the door, hitting Fei Lie's handsome face that had confused countless people, and clearly illuminated those eyes.

He was kneeling on the ground and raised his head, looking quietly into those eyes. At that moment, his stomach was churning with nausea, and he had to hold the overwhelming amount of sour water in his throat, and then swallow it hard.

There is no other reason. As a middle-level Prime Minister, Fei Lie is the only strong person in the Central Plains Continent. He has already looked down on the world and only sees strong people. In his eyes, everything else is just an ant.This made Fei Ran couldn't help but think of his mother, who was the second daughter of the Prime Minister but was forcibly taken into the house by Fei Lie, and how she was tortured to death by the servants of the house, as well as the many more innocent men and women in the house who were taken into the house by Fei Lie's men...

Perhaps in the eyes of Fei Lie, a madman who is crazy about supreme power and power, regardless of status or status, even if he is a blood relative, to him, it is just dust and mud on the ground that can be trampled and trampled on, and it is just a tool that he can use when he can. If it is useless, even if he lives or dies, there is no need to lower his eyes at all.

A big palm that was not as rough as a warrior lifted his face. As he was stunned, an unprepared pain came from his chin. He subconsciously shrank his body and gathered strength to resist the pain from the pinching of his chin. At that moment, he clearly saw the look in Fei Lie's eyes when he looked at him.

It was a look that only regarded him as a person specializing in the reproduction of heirs, treating him like an animal.

"Your eldest brother is a waste with impure blood, and your good second brother, in order to provoke this king, turned into an unseemly cut-sleeve man." Fei Lie gently turned his palms and looked at him with eyes as if he were looking at goods. "Among my surviving children, you are the only one who can barely look at me."

The natural coercion from the warrior dissipated from Fei Lie as he spoke, and hit him unceremoniously. Immediately, there was a sweet smell of blood coming from Ling Feiran's mouth and nose.

Fei Lie squeezed his chin tightly and said, "If you are sensible, please leave an heir to this king obediently. Only my Fei Lie bloodline is the orthodox member of the Fei clan in the original country."

You dream...

Fei Ran, who was forced to raise his head, said silently in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. What was rolling in his chest at this moment was overflowing unwillingness and hatred, and the hatred that he wanted to kill with his own hands...

When the wheels under the seat rolled over a raised pavement in the aisle, causing the carriage to jolt, Fei Ran, who had been immersed in a brief dream, suddenly woke up. He didn't know where he was for a moment, and tensed up every muscle in his body. Just when he was about to pull out the blade he carried in his arms, he was startled by the scene outside the carriage, and then suddenly removed all the force he had accumulated in his body, and he slumped on the back of the chair trying to catch his breath.

How many years have it been... since you haven't dreamed about that person?

He sat up and buried his head in his palms, wanting to suppress the excitement and trembling at this moment, but also wanting to close his eyes and recall for a while the evil eyes in his dream, and those eyes that had been entangled in his heart for many years, forming a knot that could not be broken, representing the eyes that he had to bear the original sin in this life.

Ever since Fei Lie failed in her attempt to force him to have a wife and died at Fei Xiao's hands twelve years ago, what happened to all their brothers and sisters has become a heartache that no one wants to touch anymore.

But he could never forget that when he was brought back to the mansion by his eldest brother Feisinian, the first thing he saw was Fei Xiao, who had just been promoted but took the risk of a life-or-death showdown with Fei Lie regardless of his unstable foundation. He knelt down in the execution hall of the mansion with scars all over and cried bitterly. His tears fell one by one into the pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up.As for his sister, Feijing, the only one left alive in the house, she was held in Nalan Qingyin's arms without knowing whether she was alive or dead, and hurriedly ran out to look for the doctor...

When Nalan Qingyin ran in front of him with a rare loss of composure, he saw with his own eyes that strands of blood were flowing down from the little sister's legs and dripping on the ground. Drop by drop, dots of red plum-like blood trailed and spread to places where he could no longer see...

The noise in his ears gradually dissipated as Feisinian took him away. That night, when he was lying on the bed with wounds all over his body, looking dreamily at the candlelight in the distance, he couldn't help but think, if, at that time, he had agreed to Fei Lie and was willing to leave Fei Lie's blood, then would his little sister not be poisoned by those people?If he was willing, wouldn't Fei Lie change his target and transfer his claws to the ten-year-old girl?if……