Early the next morning, he packed his clothes and said goodbye to Master.

The master asked him why he wanted to leave.

Feng Ruchu smiled sadly, and asked meaningfully, "Master, if the person who was beaten that day was not me but your biological son Jing Yin, would you still scold him as soon as he walked in? Master, you kept saying Treat me like a son, would you be willing to be abused like me?"

The master choked there, speechless.

Feng Ruchu instantly understood that Master had always claimed that he had been born, and even brought him up with care. In fact, it was just duplicity. In the end, he was still an outsider in Master's mind.

If the person who was beaten and insulted that day was Jing Yin, Master would never just let it go. And if Jing Yin proposes to the old king, he will definitely not be beaten like this, nor will he be beaten at all. Let me ask, who dares to beat the son of the national teacher? Even if Jing Yin said or made something that embarrassed the old king, the old king wanted to send his guards to beat people, he had to consider the face of the national teacher.

And for him, the wind is different as before. He understands that he is just an orphan with no power and power, who is under the fence, so they-these hypocritical old kings and people finally exposed their true colors, beating and insulting wildly, and attacking in groups It.

Feng Ruchu left with a smile. He walked for a long time with his suitcase on his back, still laughing, tears constantly falling from his violet eyes.

He finally left the land that had nurtured him for sixteen years. Everything here was so familiar to him, but when it came to the moment of parting, he looked back and looked so strange.

Those fists thrown at him, kicks at his feet, and all kinds of dirt thrown on him made him know the world again, and all the unfriendly treatment made him understand that this is not his place.

Perhaps so far, Feng Ruchu didn't want to understand. He just asked the goddess to marry him, which actually triggered this series of malicious treatment.

After walking far, he looked back at the beautiful city where he lived in the past, circled his hands in a trumpet shape, and shouted.

I will return--

I want revenge--

All of you will pay for this--

The shout of Feng Ruchu spread far away.

In order to warn them, he deliberately opened his throat and shouted. He hoped that everyone in the city could hear his roar, and wanted them to understand his determination to retaliate.

These insults and humiliations, they all have to repay.

Early that morning, many early people heard his cry, but no one took it seriously.

They had just tortured him like a dog. After beating the dog, who would care about the barking.

At that time, perhaps in the hearts of the people, the sound of the wind was worse than the barking of dogs.

In the following two years, no one had seen Feng Ru before. Everyone thought he was wandering elsewhere or died.

For an outsider who didn't belong here, who would care about his life and death.

One day two years later, a blue-haired boy with a skull in his left hand appeared on the street with a smile.

The people on the street quickly recognized that the blue-haired boy was the little orphan who had been abused into a dog by them in the past, the little orphan who dared to propose to Princess Musk Moon.

People followed him closely, surrounded him, and wanted to beat him again. The mark of humiliation two years ago was still deep in their hearts. At least in their opinion, it was humiliation.

The thrill of group insults and attacks on one person tempts everyone. They want to relive the feelings they had two years ago.

Everyone has two attributes of good and evil in his heart, so there will never be a real good person and a bad person.

When evil is not punished and the group acquiesces, no one will refuse to do evil.

But they didn't dare to do it again, because the wind became different as before.

Two years ago, when the wind saw them coming around, he would only cry and beg for mercy, but now he, seeing them coming, is not moved at all, and continues to go shopping leisurely as if they were air.

Is this guy like the wind?

Many people doubt it.

After careful observation, the conclusion is affirmative, because no guy has the tousled sky blue hair and long narrow violet eyes like Feng Ruchu.

But his aura has changed. He seems to be completely replaced by a different person, and the skull on his left hand makes them feel scared, because when people go shopping, they usually hold their pet dogs or birds with their left hands. In the cage, no one is shopping with a skull in his left hand.

By the way, can something as scary as a skull and crossbones be used for shopping at will?

That day, they were like a group of wolves following the wind, from street to street, everyone holding wooden sticks or hoes in their hands, ready to pounce on him at any time.

At this moment, they are like a group of mice designed to surround and beat cats, and they did not dare to be the first to make a move.

Because no mouse dared to hang a bell on a cat's neck.

Feng Ruchu knew that they had been following him and continued to wander around leisurely. This makes them even more scared.

He was completely indifferent to the fact that they followed him with sticks or **** in hand.

This is unscientific. Normal people would have been scared to kneel down and begging for mercy or fleeing for life.

But he continued to smile, holding his skull and wandering from one store to another.

When the shopkeepers saw him, they didn't run, nor did they receive them. They were so scared that they were not calling grandpa to grandpa.

So soon someone reported to the old king that the wind had returned.

The old king immediately sent hundreds of guards to surround Feng Ruchu.

At that time, the people onlookers plus the guards gathered together hundreds of people.

Fengru stood in the crowd with no fear on his face.

At this moment, he is indeed very different from two years ago. The pale skin of the past has now become bloodless and pale. The violet eyes that were always bent into lovely crescents now emit cold and cruel rays from time to time.

The lively and lovely boy in the past has died, but now he is reborn as a cold-blooded and cruel boy.

Seeing the hundreds of people around him, Feng Ruchu just bowed his mouth, smiled contemptuously, and then said to the skull, "Xiao Bai, so many people, can you do it?"

With two clicks, the skull's upper and lower jaws opened and closed as if they were talking.

And the onlookers did hear a gentle boy's voice replying, "No problem, master, leave it to me."

The skull can speak?

All the onlookers were frightened. No one had seen a talking skull. At the moment when the sun was scorching, it would never be haunted, but the skull did speak.