in the corridor.

You can listen to the needle in silence.

Long Lao and Kunlun always restrained themselves and tried their best to maintain absolute silence.

They were afraid that their slightest noise would affect Chen Dong's thoughts.

Time passes slowly.

Chen Dong's brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes tightened, and even a look of pain appeared on his face from time to time.

His eyes are getting darker and darker...

Even, as time goes by.

There was also a biting chill emanating from him.

It was like countless sharp needles pricking every pore in Long Lao and Kunlun's body.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Both Long Lao and Kunlun were a little panicked.

When I saw Chen Dong's body trembling slightly, his hands clenched under the bench in the corridor, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out like earthworms.

Elder Long and Kunlun's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"Master!"

At the critical moment, Mr. Long made a decisive decision, stood up and shouted loudly.

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the corridor for a long time.

Chen Dong's body shook suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, looked at Mr. Long with confusion, and asked blankly: "Mr. Long, what's wrong?"

At the same time as he asked, even Chen Dong himself didn't notice it.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Master, what were you remembering just now?"

Elder Long asked in panic.

Kunlun on the side also had a tense look on his face, with lingering fear in his heart.

Both of them knew about Chen Dongdao's inner demon, and the changes in Chen Dong's mood and momentum just now were clearly moving rapidly out of control.

If the "seal" of the Taoist demon is really opened, it will really be a waste of money!

But, just memories, can it reach this level?

"I'm just reminiscing about my childhood. It's so miserable..."

Chen Dong forced out a smile. Although he was smiling, there was endless bitterness in his smile.

It was so bitter that both Long Lao and Kunlun were heartbroken.

If just recalling his childhood experiences could make the young master lose control of his emotions and develop into the direction of cultivating demons in his heart, then how dark... must his childhood be?

You must know that without the Taoist demon, Chen Dong could suppress the irreparable damage caused by the shadow of his childhood.

But the emergence of the Dao Heart Seed Demon is equivalent to setting a threshold in Chen Dong's heart. If he breaks through this threshold, he will be crazy.

Although this threshold is real, the upper limit is definitely not something that ordinary people can break through.

However, Chen Dong just went in that direction after recalling his childhood...

"Master, your childhood..." Mr. Long's eyes turned red and tears filled his eyes.

"It just reminds me of my mother and I living on the street on a rainy day, fighting for a biscuit with a stray dog."

"I just think of the Chinese New Year, when thousands of families are reunited with lights, and my mother and I are just huddled in a rotten shack on a snowy day."

"That's when I can remember it. Before that, I really couldn't imagine what my mother went through alone."

Chen Dong's eyes were red, and he said with a painful smile: "Oh, by the way, I started helping my mother to earn money when I was three years old. I picked up garbage. If you pick up more bottles, you can earn more. When I was five years old, I started to help my mother earn money.

Because of a mineral water bottle, my legs were broken and I was thrown directly into the garbage..."

When talking.

Chen Dong is smiling.

But tears suddenly fell down from the corners of his eyes.

Totally unstoppable!

The memories of childhood, every scene recalled, are like swords, piercing into the heart.

Darkness is not enough to describe it, it is complete darkness.

Every minute seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Master..."

Looking at Chen Dong, Long Lao and Kunlun were both heartbroken and stunned.

At this moment, both of them felt like their throats were being strangled, suffocating to the point of despair.

I want to comfort you, but I don’t know where to start.

Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.

Without Chen Dong's suffering, how could he be persuaded to be relieved?

From the time I can remember, there is only darkness in my memory.

This kind of life experience would be unbearable for anyone.

Even if Mr. Long is the ancestor of the Hong Huiming generation.

Even if Kunlun was the former mercenary king.

The two of them experienced life and death, and lived in blood. They were used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Such experiences were cruel and bloody.

But memories are colorful after all. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood are cruel and bloody. They only experience them step by step when they grow up and have enough endurance.

But what about Chen Dong?

Everywhere I recall is scarred.

"so……"

Chen Dong shrugged, raised his hands to rub his face, and took a deep breath: "Do you still blame me for blaming my dad? Do you think it was natural for me to be so cruel to the Li family in Kyoto?"

Mr. Long and Kunlun were speechless.

Being able to just recall is approaching the edge of collapse of the demonic threshold in the Taoist heart.

Such harm cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.

"If my father hadn't left me and my mother for the sake of being the head of the Chen family, my mother and I wouldn't have been persecuted by those bastards from the Li family, and we wouldn't be living on the streets, and we wouldn't be like stray dogs.

If you are struggling to survive, you will not have your legs broken and thrown into the garbage just because of a mineral water bottle..."

Chen Dong's face was full of depression, no, it was hatred.

That kind of hatred that words cannot describe.

Both Long Lao and Kunlun felt like they had something stuck in their throats. Let alone talking, even breathing felt like the air was hot and burning their trachea.

"However, I have never given up, and my mother has never given up. She taught me to straighten my back and move forward with strides, so I listened to her..."

Chen Dong kept taking deep breaths and tilted his head slightly, trying to stop the tears, but the tears flowing from my red eyes immediately came out again as soon as my front feet were wiped clean: "When I can go to school,

When I was able to go to school like other children, I was really grateful to my mother, who worked hard to give me the same experience as other children."

"Since the first day of school, I have worked hard, straightened my waist step by step, and strode forward in the dark. I thought...even if it is a stray dog, even if it is a dead dog,

Then you have to be the best one among stray dogs or dead dogs."

"After working, I also worked hard, but what if I worked harder? My mother tried her best for me, but in the end, her life was not as good as the wedding gift and wedding room of someone else's brother..."

Heartbreaking, heartbreaking.

this moment.

Elder Long's old body shook violently.

An unprecedented determination suddenly appeared in his red eyes.

"Stop talking, young master, stop talking. I understand, I can understand..."

Elder Long stepped forward, took Chen Dong into his arms while standing, and rubbed Chen Dong's back in a panic.

It's like a grandpa cares for his grandson.

Keep stroking and comforting.

"It will be fine, everything will get better. The young master is excellent, the young master is a genius, and the young master will definitely live up to his wife's spirit in heaven..."

The wailing and hoarse voice echoed in the corridor.

Rao is Kunlun on the side, a man of iron bones who bleeds without shedding tears.

At this time, he quietly turned his head and looked to the other side.
Chapter completed!