Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Chapter 238 You know, it's not the same (please subscribe)



Chapter 238 You know, it's not the same (please subscribe)

Seeing this smile, Su Zhaoxue suppressed her beating heart, but when she lowered her head, she couldn't help laughing.

She likes this man, he is the most satisfying of all.

Because she saw the same kind of breath in this person, it was a kind of taste that only she could understand.

At this moment, Su Zhaoxue was almost excited to rush over to hug Song Hongli, but was worried that her sudden action would scare him.

After the two had eaten, the rain and snow had not stopped, but there were signs of getting bigger and bigger.

"Stay here tonight."

Su Zhaoxue stroked Song Hongli's shoulder lightly and whispered in his ear, as long as anyone could understand such a suggestion, Song Hongli naturally understood.

He likes Su Zhaoxue, and has a special affinity for Su Zhaoxue.

It's just that his heart repelled the approach of most people, but Su Zhaoxue was obviously not one of those people.

"Do you want to do that with me?"

Song Hongli suddenly spoke, his words were direct, and his actions were bolder.

On the other side, Su Zhaoxue raised her head to look at him, with flickering throbbing and restless restlessness in her eyes.

She suddenly felt that she seemed to have a misunderstanding and misunderstanding of Song Hongli. Such Song Hongli was a little unfamiliar, and she felt that this person should be like this.

"What if I told you I wanted to do that from the first sight of you?"

Su Zhaoxue does not hide her love for Song Hongli. This is a cry from the soul, which makes her eager to get someone, and the fit with the same kind will make people feel perfect and thrilling.

"So, didn't you just want to do it with me while chatting? I've actually always been interested in you.

"Do you remember what I said? I have killed people, and the online name of the murderer is not false. I knew that person would die, but when I stabbed the knife into her chest, I felt an unprecedented joy.

"That strong smell of blood doesn't seem to be the first time, as if it and I have already met. When I killed her, I found that killing is nothing more than that.

Song Hongli chuckled lightly, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Looking into his eyes, Su Zhaoxue covered his eyes and leaned over to bite him.

"Don't feel sad, you're right, killing is nothing more than that. Sometimes it's scary, but more often it becomes an art.

Song Hongli is a very complicated person, maybe everyone thinks so, but Song Hongli's complexity is given by others.

He did not know who his father was, and his mother entrusted him to others after giving birth to him.

That person was his stepmother, who gave Song Hongli many "memories" during his childhood.

"Which one makes you more comfortable, feeling or killing?"

Su Zhaoxue's voice drifted from his ears, making Song Hongli regain his senses.

Been through it twice, and they've been back and forth for an hour.

Song Hongli does not think that he is a person with individual defects, but Su Zhaoxue's physical strength and strength are beyond his expectations.

"Um...why ask that? It's two different feelings, you know, different...

"I like the way you are now, can you tell me the difference?"

Hearing her question, Song Hongli didn't answer right away, but fell into memory again.

What does it feel like to kill?

Some people will feel afraid, afraid that the other party will become a ghost to take revenge after death, or that they will be punished by the law.

But Song Hongli is not afraid, he is not afraid of the other party becoming a ghost, nor is he afraid of justice.

In my memory, the woman called Stepmother (cffd) was a woman who could only be called pitiful.

She has a husband, but the two have been married for several years but have no children. In desperation, she can only adopt herself from her own biological mother.

At that time, buying and selling babies was not a big deal, let alone mutual consent, let alone trouble.

Song Hongli once thought that this woman was his own mother, but when the woman became crazy and became hysterical, Song Hongli also knew that he and she were just strangers who met by chance.

A woman's husband has other women and children.

Therefore, there is an indisputable fact in front of us, that is, a woman is infertile, and facing her will be abandoned, and Song Hongli, a person who has no blood relationship, will naturally be swept out of the house.

It was the darkest time. Song Hongli was taken by her stepmother to a rental house that only cost 300 yuan a month. The basement had no sunlight all the year round. There were no windows, only a broken bed and a toilet.

The bathroom always smells bad, and women's beatings stink more than anything.

At that time, Song Hongli learned a lot, and he didn't even hate women, because he treated a strange child who was useless and only spent money, and probably most people would do the same.

Gradually, Song Hongli's silence made his stepmother dissatisfied, and she began to bully him even more.

Belts, wallpaper knives, many sharp things left marks on him, pain, but no fear.

It's just that Song Hongli hates such days, hates such life, and hates stepmother.

He killed her without planning, without any impulsive and hateful blow, he just wanted to try, take a person's life or make her afraid, which is more difficult.

The answer is, it's very simple.

Death is frightening, it turns out that defeating the stepmother is just that.

When Song Hongli was 12 years old, he killed his stepmother with a wallpaper knife, which caused quite a stir at the time, so much that Song Hongli's classmates and many surrounding neighbors knew it.

As for what it felt like to kill his stepmother at that time, he no longer remembered.

What impressed me was that the smell of blood was not good, and it was fine after getting used to it.

Song Hongli never denied that he was a murderer because he planned to kill his stepmother.

He slashed his stepmother's neck with a sharp wallpaper knife, and the blood splattered on his face as hot as a cup of hot water that had been in the sun for three hours in summer.

Song Hongli knew at that time that even if he killed a woman, he would not commit a crime.

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