Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Chapter 143 My Master Wants to Kill Me 35

When Yu Zhiqing woke up again, he found that both of his hands were chained to the head of the bed, and he was lying passively on the bed.

Her clothes were half-exposed, revealing her graceful body lines. Her shoes and socks had been taken off, and her mutilated foot was being held in Si Yuan's hand.

He ignored Yu Zhiqing's wishes and unwrapped the gauze: "Did you cut this yourself?"

Without waiting for Yu Zhiqing to answer, Si Yuan gently touched the wound and said to himself, "It doesn't look like it. Was it Yin Changyun who cut it?"

Yu Zhiqing closed his eyes in disgust and turned a deaf ear to Si Yuan's words.

Si Yuan's eyes darkened: "Yu Zhiqing, Yu Zhiqing, you said your master is so ruthless to you, how can you like him?"

Si Yuan poked the wound, and the scabbed wound started bleeding again: "Look, he's not afraid of your pain. He ruthlessly cut off your foot and then disappeared without a trace."

"Do you think you are cheap?"

The force on his hands became stronger and stronger.

In fact, Si Yuan knew it very well. From Yu Zhiqing's words just now, he could tell that Yin Changyun was simply going to find medicinal herbs to cure Yu Zhiqing's feet.

But he just felt unhappy. Why was Yin Changyun so lucky to win Qingqing's favor?

Why does Qingqing only have eyes for him and is even so obedient to him?

Thinking about it, he said in a cold tone: "You are probably still being kept in the dark by Yin Changyun. He is the culprit who killed your parents."

"Haven't you noticed? You have no memory of anything before the age of five."

"Yu Zhiqing, have you never doubted your master?" There was no emotion on Si Yuan's face, and he stared at Yu Zhiqing without blinking.

Yu Zhiqing bit his lower lip and retorted, "My master is not the person you said he was. You are not worthy of mentioning my master."

How could the master be such a person? It was impossible. Si Yuan was lying to him.

He ignored the abnormalities he had discovered before and kept convincing himself, deceiving himself into thinking that it was Si Yuan who was lying.

He should believe in Master.

"What did you say? I'm not worthy to mention him?" Si Yuan suddenly laughed softly.

He looked at his hand stained with Yu Zhiqing's blood, his eyes turned dark red, and he exuded an ominous aura: "You ignored everything I said to you before, right? You didn't believe me when I said Yin Changyun had bad intentions towards you, right? You didn't believe me when I said he was your enemy, right? You don't want to believe a word I said, right?!!"

"Why are you so obsessed??!"

"Or, have you never doubted Yin Changyun? Have you always thought that I was full of lies?"

"Yes, I think you are pathetic and stupid. It's ok that you were deceived by Yin Changyun's disguised appearance, but now you are unable to extricate yourself from falling in love with him."

Si Yuan put his face close to Yu Zhiqing's ear and said viciously, "Yu Zhiqing, you fell in love with the enemy who killed your parents. I think you are really a despicable and stupid person."

Seeing Si Yuan going too far, Yu Zhiqing, who had been holding back, suddenly shouted, "Shut up! Si Yuan, you just want to alienate the relationship between me and my master, so why do you have to make up such slanderous lies?"

Seeing Yu Zhiqing looking at him like that, Si Yuan raised his narrow fox eyes, his expression suddenly turned cold, and the air around him seemed to drop a few degrees: "I'm lying? Do I have to lie to you like this?! Yu Zhiqing, I think you really won't cry until you see the coffin."

Why should he care about what will happen to Yu Zhiqing after the memory seal is lifted?

What does it have to do with him whether someone is dead or alive, injured or disabled?

Si Yuan murmured to himself: "I am nothing in your heart anyway, so there is no need for me to care about your feelings."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and his two fingers merged together, emitting a strong demonic aura.

He stopped his two fingers above Yu Zhiqing's forehead. Yu Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

He could only watch Si Yuan's actions: "What are you going to do?"

Si Yuan had a blank expression on his face, and his tone was chilling: "Let me show you the truth of what happened back then, to see if I was lying to you, and to see what kind of person your good master is."

Yu Zhiqing, you forced me to do this.

"Well……"

It hurts so much, as if my soul was taken out and thrown into the fire and rolled around several times.

Yu Zhiqing bit her lips tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably, but she refused to cry out.

"Ahhh-"

Yu Zhiqing finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain and screamed uncontrollably.

The sealed memories in his mind were recovering bit by bit. The chains that locked him were constantly pulled by him. Blood kept flowing out of his hands, dripping onto the bed.

Si Yuan's expression did not change at all at this scene. He remained motionless, looking at Yu Zhiqing's painful appearance in a self-mutilating manner.

For a whole hour, Yu Zhiqing was almost on the verge of collapse and despair.

All his memories were restored. Yu Zhiqing lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly into space, his voice light and without much strength: "Daddy, Mommy..."

He looked like he was crying but not crying, and two streams of blood and tears suddenly flowed from his eyes: "I'm sorry... Daddy and Mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Si Yuan was right, he was too stupid.

It was so ridiculous that he was played around by his enemy and even regarded him as his own god.

He, Yu Zhiqing, is a huge joke.

He killed his parents when he was a child. Instead of avenging his parents when he grew up, he fell in love with his enemies.

Si Yuan's eyes fell on Yu Zhiqing's face, suppressing the pain deep in his heart, and said indifferently: "Do you regret it?"

Yu Zhiqing looked at Si Yuan dully, as if he had not yet recovered from this huge shock.

Si Yuan was not angry when he didn't get a response. He stroked the blood on Yu Zhiqing's face with his fingers, and said in a bewitching voice, like a siren, tempting people to fall: "Hate?"

"Do you hate Yin Changyun?"

"Do you want revenge?" He propped himself up, leaned over, and put his lips on the tip of Yu Zhiqing's ear. His breath poured into his ear, but Yu Zhiqing didn't react at all.

Si Yuan was not in a hurry. He just looked at Yu Zhiqing quietly, waiting for his answer leisurely.

If he said that he didn't hate Yin Changyun and pretended that everything that had happened didn't exist, then, he thought, he would look down on Yu Zhiqing.

However, he knew that Yu Zhiqing was not that kind of person.

Sure enough, Yu Zhiqing opened his mouth, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was difficult to hear: "Help me."

Si Yuan chuckled, and a few strands of long hair fell from his shoulders and brushed against Yu Zhiqing's chest: "I help you, what can you give me?"

"Hmm? My dear?"

Yu Zhiqing looked at him, staring into his eyes, eyes filled with overwhelming hatred: "I want to give me to you, are you willing?"

It doesn’t matter anyway.

At least this body is still useful. As long as I can get revenge, nothing else matters.

Yes, it doesn't matter.