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Chapter 125 Extra

When he was young, Wu Ji knew that his parents were not his biological children.

After all, that couple would always say, "If they are not biological children, then they are cold-blooded and inhumane."

"If it's not your own child, it's different."

"I should have known I shouldn't have brought him back."

Wu Ji has heard words like this seven or eight hundred times.

He was adopted by them when he was four or five years old. Before that, they had never thought about having their own children.

So after having a son in old age, her attitude towards him was much worse than before.

I guess they felt that they had already raised him for several years, so they just kept him as a servant.

"Wu Ji, wash these clothes too."

A fat woman dumped dark clothes on him.

Wu Ji was covered by clothes of different sizes, and the stinky sour smell instantly filled his entire nasal cavity.

He couldn't help but frown.

Because of this action, the woman's eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity, and she grabbed his clothes and hit him hard:

"How dare you despise me? I told you to despise me, you little bastard..."

The woman's face was distorted, and she cursed and beat the young Wu Ji.

Wu Ji knew that if he resisted, it would cause even greater anger and torture from the woman.

He could only curl up and minimize the possibility of injury.

It seemed that she had enjoyed the fight to the fullest, and the woman finally "showed mercy" and casually threw away the clothes that were twisted into a knot.

"Hurry up and wash the clothes for me. If you don't finish washing these clothes, you won't be able to eat tonight!"

The last slap hit Wu Ji's face hard, and a red mark immediately appeared on his delicate skin.

After the woman left, Wu Ji spat on the ground angrily.

"You damn woman, you'd better not give me the chance to kill you."

Wu Ji came to the stream with a large wooden basin of clothes in his arms, as if he was familiar with the place.

It was already deep winter, and the north wind was howling, like a knife cutting people's faces.

Wu Ji's clothes were already thin, and the cold wind made his teeth chatter and his heart couldn't help but tremble and ache.

He put the basin by the stream, raised three fingers, pinched a piece of clothing and pressed it directly into the water.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and immersed his hands directly into the water.

The biting cold instantly crept up his arm, and he pulled his hand out abruptly, his fingertips trembling with cold.

He even felt that if he stayed a few more seconds, his blood would freeze.

Wu Ji gritted his teeth, glanced at the pile of clothes in the wooden basin, and took a deep breath helplessly.

Scrubbed it reluctantly again.

If the clothes were not washed clean, the woman would not only lose her temper, but also withhold his dinner.

Wu Ji gritted his teeth and resigned himself to washing the clothes one by one.

Whenever he felt too cold to bear it, he would put his hands to his mouth and breathe out to warm them.

Wait until the coldness in your bones dissipates a little, then soak in cold water again.

After repeating this process over and over again, the clothes were finally washed.

He turned his sore neck and found that it had already darkened.

Mingchuan is a place where all kinds of people gather. It is chaotic and disorderly even during the day, let alone at night.

Looking at his red and swollen hands, Wu Ji numbly carried the wooden basin back.

When I got back, my adoptive father's family had already finished their meal, and the three of them were having a great time.

However, as soon as she saw him push the door open, the smile on her face faded and the sound of her laughter also dropped.

Wu Ji glanced at the table. It was a mess. The shredded meat was gone, and only a few ugly vegetable leaves were left hanging pitifully on the wall of the bowl.

The burly man crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, put two fingers into his greasy mouth to pick his teeth, and looked at him sideways.

Their beloved son, with his legs dangling under the table, was chewing a large chicken drumstick in one hand, staring at him with his small eyes, and shouting:

"The little bastard is coming, the little bastard is coming!"

Wu Ji turned a blind eye and just asked, "Where's my meal?"

Probably because she was full and in a good mood, the woman pointed to the kitchen without even looking at it, "There's more over there. Hang the clothes first and then go eat."

Ever since they had their own child, he was no longer allowed to sit at the table for meals. Every time, Wu Ji would just stand in the kitchen and eat his meals.

Wu Ji hung up the clothes of the three of them under the eaves of the house with an expressionless face.

Return to the kitchen.

But there is no food left.

The rice had long been eaten up by their family, leaving only a few rice grains stuck to the edge of the wooden barrel, which had already cooled and hardened.

Wu Ji silently scraped them off one by one with a wooden spoon, barely filling half a bowl.

He stuffed the rice grains into his mouth; they were so cold that they stuck to his teeth and had no taste.

After all, I'm not going to go hungry tonight.

After dinner, Wu Ji is also responsible for all the housework at home, including washing dishes and sweeping the floor.

If he dares to be lazy, the man will fight with him when he sees it, without the woman complaining.

Wu Ji once glared at him, and was slapped hard by the angry man and thrown to the ground.

The man was strong and used all his strength. Wu Ji's ears were buzzing for several days.

After finishing all his work, he can finally enjoy some time for himself.

The place where he slept was a small room filled with junk, which was drafty and cold in the winter and hot in the summer.

Two wooden boards were laid on the box, with messy reeds as a mattress and a thin quilt. This was his bed for the past few years.

He collected the reeds himself.

He wrapped himself in the quilt, making his body as small as possible, as if this would reduce the impact of the cold wind.

The quilt is so light that it feels weightless when covering my body.

Wu Ji huddled in a corner, feeling as if he was lying in a desolate wilderness. The surroundings were empty and lonely, without a trace of warmth.

As he shivered with cold, he wondered vaguely whether everything would have been different if his parents hadn't died.

If they had not met with an accident while out and about, he would not have been adopted by someone else.

If his parents were still alive, would he have a home of his own?

A home where you can eat well, sleep warmly, and not have to worry about other people's expressions or be beaten or scolded.

His father would hold him lovingly on his lap, rub his bearded face against him, and ask him with a smile what he had done that day.

The mother would bring a bowl of hot food and smile gently at the father and son.

They will spoil him and raise him up, and the family of three will live an ordinary and warm life.

The north wind blew in from all directions, ruthlessly tearing apart the only beautiful dream he could pin his hopes on.

The figures of his parents gradually became blurred, and he suddenly felt a great panic and anxiety in his heart. He chased after them desperately, and he couldn't tell whether the tears or snot on his face were there.

He cried and stretched out his hands to them: "Dad, Mom! Take me away, please take me away!"

"I don't want to stay here anymore, please look at me, look at me..."

The surroundings were foggy and dark, and I could no longer see my parents' backs.

He fell headfirst onto the cold ground and fumbled to his feet. All around him was dead silent.

The grief of being abandoned made my heart ache, "Please... don't abandon me..."

Wu Ji closed his eyes tightly in his sleep, tears as big as beans overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

Wu Ji endured such miserable days for a full six years.

The turning point came in the winter when he was eleven years old, when he accidentally found a broken red sword in the stream.

Later he named it Chixiao Sword.

This sword is very strange. Every time Wu Ji touches it, he feels the evil thoughts in his heart become even stronger.

When the man saw the sword, greed appeared in his eyes and he asked him to hand over the sword.

Wu Ji refused, and suddenly raised his sword and chopped down, and the man immediately fell silent.

Later, he used the power of the Scarlet Sky Sword to kill all three of them.

The Scarlet Sky Sword had an extremely strong evil spirit, which had affected Wu Ji over time. Every time he used it, he would feel unbearable pain.

But he still carried it with him.

As long as the Scarlet Sky Sword was there, no one could bully him. For him, the arrival of the Scarlet Sky Sword meant his rebirth.

However, in the end, the Scarlet Sky Sword personally cut off all his hopes.

Its sharp sword cut the girl's throat, soaked with her warm blood, and also stained with the hatred and tears for the rest of his life.