I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 205 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (72)

His expression suddenly changed and he shouted, "Miss Jiang."

He drew his sword and cut off the thick green vine, but was splashed all over by the juice sprayed from the purple flowers on it.

Seeing the person falling from above, Hua Jingmian didn't care about the dirt on his body and quickly caught her.

While holding the people in his arms, he cast a cleansing spell on both of them.

Ye Zhao, who had logged into his secondary account Jiang Zhaoyue to follow the story, woke up anxiously, "Danger, hurry up!"

What are you going to do? This is the key plot of the original male protagonist obtaining the inheritance left by the boss. It is specially tailored for him, and no one else can get it except him.

Isn't it like the original text that he is waiting for him here specifically to share his hardships with him using a trumpet?

Besides, once entering this place, it would be strange if the male protagonist could get out without obtaining the inheritance.

"Miss Jiang, let's go together."

Hua Jingmian helped him up and walked towards the door.

Just when Ye Zhao was about to say something, a rustling sound that made his scalp tingle was heard.

The two of them looked up at the same time.

A giant red flower descended from the vines overhead.

It opened its bloody mouth and sprayed out thick white mist.

The two of them inhaled too much and felt the smell was very strange. They closed their eyes and fainted.

The water and sky meet, and the fog is thick.

Ye Zhao looked around but could not see Hua Jingmian.

It seems they got separated.

[Host, this is a magical barrier created by the Dream Flower Vine.]

With a "ding-ling" sound, the system answered him.

Ye Zhao looked aimlessly for Hua Jingmian, "I know."

This demonic barrier is caused by painful obsessions in one's heart. If two or more people are affected and fall unconscious at the same time, they will fall into each other's demonic barrier.

It is inevitable that you will see the other person's most painful or most obsessive period. If you want to relieve this state, you must help the other person get out of that state.

The scene shook, twisted, and rotated instantly.

In the bustling modern city, Ye Zhao saw the life of Hua Jingmian.

I was not born into any expectation since I was a child. I was not loved by my father and mother. The occasional warmth I received was based on my obedience. If I made a mistake, I would be beaten.

Even if you have friends outside, you will still be deceived. Over time, you will become extreme, suspicious, sensitive, and inferior. You will put up thorns all over your body to protect yourself from harm. Those who hurt you will blame you for being difficult to deceive.

A simple bedroom on the third floor.

Fifteen-year-old Hua Jingmian sat at her desk, carving a wooden sculpture. Her hand slipped, and the carving knife scratched a deep mark on the chest of the little figure, leaving a mark deep enough to see the bone. As usual, she listened to the various sounds of smashing, smashing, and cursing coming from the living room.

"Hua Budweiser, why don't you just die!"

"All you do all day is work, or go out drinking with your friends, and leave the child to me alone. What have you ever contributed to this family?"

"Why are you here again? I've told you so many times to control your temper. It's because you're so irritable that I'd rather work overtime than go home."

"I bother!"

"How could I have been so blind to fall for a useless man like you? I take care of my parents-in-law, raise the children, and do the housework, and you find me annoying and nagging, don't you?"

"If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

A clear slap sounded.

"Ahhh, I've had enough of this kind of life. Spend Budweiser, divorce, I want a divorce from you!"

"Let's get divorced, I wish it!"

"You! The house belongs to me, and the car and the mirror are yours!"

"No, the house, car, mirror and bed are all yours!"

"What do you mean, do you dislike this child?"

"Oh, don't you despise him? Open your eyes and see clearly. This child has a gloomy and weird temper. He can't do anything right. He doesn't get along with anyone. He's like a monster. How is he like me? He might be your bastard with someone else!"

"Hua Budweiser, you got me pregnant, and you're turning your back on me, right? I'm going to fight you!"

The suppressed crying, roaring and screaming were like extremely taut strings, wailing miserably.

Hua Jingmian heard it clearly, the dark side of his heart continued to grow, he pushed the chair away and slammed the door and left.

He rushed into the living room, pushed the cups off the table, and yelled at the two people fighting. His pent-up emotions exploded like a pressure cooker, and he said things he would never say before, "Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, it's so annoying!"

"If you didn't want me, why did you give birth to me? You've committed a sin and you want me to pay for it? If you want to leave, do it now. Don't worry about me. I can live well on my own!"

After saying that, he covered his ears without looking back and ran out of the door, ignoring the cursing.

In the next scene, the scene switches to the hospital corridor.

The smell of disinfectant filled Hua Jingmian's nostrils.

"I'm sorry, we did our best."

After the doctor came out of the operating room and took off his mask and said this, Ms. Wang, with bloodshot eyes and a frantic expression, strangled Hua Jingmian's neck. "It's all your fault. You're the one who ruined your dad. You ran away from home and that's why he was so exhausted from working overtime and got into a car accident while driving to find you. You're the one who deserves to die. Why don't you just die!"

Hua Jingmian was ready to die. He closed his eyes as if relieved. His face turned blue and purple and he gradually suffocated.

What should I say? You clearly don't want me and think I'm a burden. Why don't you just be cruel and abandon me earlier? Why are you looking for me?

I made this decision for you, and now you turn around and tell me, are you kidding?

What's there to say?

That’s right, it’s all his fault. He is ignorant and too willful.

In a trance, a weak smile of dreamy relief appeared on his face, and he didn't struggle at all.

"Hahaha, you're a monster. Your dad died and you didn't shed a single tear. You're so heartless, and yet you can still laugh."