Chapter 819

Seeing the light suddenly, Fang Sheng, who was kneeling, narrowed his eyes subconsciously. When he got used to the light in the room, he looked up and looked ahead.

When the as like as two peas in his face appeared in the line of sight, he was startled and screamed, and the whole man can't help but go back.

But his hands were tied and he knelt on the ground for a long time. His legs had no strength. He had to lean to one side and fell to the ground.

The whole person trembled even more.

"Fang Sheng, I remember I warned you not to play tricks with me, or you will die ugly."

Fang Sheng behind the desk, no, maybe it's more appropriate to call him "fake Fang Sheng". At this time, he is looking at the person kneeling in front of him contemptuously and has no feelings.

His voice was different from that of the day. At this time, it was like a spring from hell. It only made people feel cool from the cracks of bones.

His voice remembered that Fang Sheng on the ground was shaking uncontrollably.

Mingming wears the same face, but the two Fang Sheng feel completely different.

A kneeling on the ground, with wrinkled clothes, drooping corners of his mouth and pale face, but no matter from his eyes or temperament, he still makes people feel loyal and harmless.

One sat there, the arc of the corner of his mouth rose slightly, supported his chin with one hand, smiled and looked at everything in front of him, as if he knew everything.

He seemed to sit on his throne and look up at the world, but his eyes were gloomy and terrible, as if all life were ants in his eyes.

The warm yellow lamp beside the desk is lit only when Fang Sheng is reading and working. When lighting up a dark room, no matter the wind, frost, rain and snow outside the window, it will make this world a warm place in the cold city, and the concrete without feelings seems to have temperature.

But at this time, the lamp was also on, but it was like a guiding light on the huangquan road.

Lead people to infernal hell, and then fate is dark.

Zhenfangsheng listened to each other's words. He trembled even more, curled up on the ground and stammered in a low voice, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I've told you everything I know."

False Fang Sheng sneered and stopped talking. He glanced at the people next to him and played with the pen on the table.

Everyone has weaknesses. He is not worried that the other party will always be so hard spoken.

The man bowed his head to false Fang Sheng and came forward to help the people on the ground up.

Zhenfangsheng took a breath and stood up with his strength, but before he could stand up, the man punched him in the stomach.

Fang Sheng immediately bent down in pain and screamed loudly. His legs softened and knelt to the ground again. His forehead knocked on the floor and fell in a cold sweat.

He's been tortured a lot these days.

Seeing his wheezing breath, fake Fangsheng said with a lazy smile, "you said you knew everything. Why didn't you say you didn't like meat? Or..."

False Fang Sheng paused for a moment. Later, his voice became colder and colder: "it's more appropriate for you to hate plants?"

The people on the ground were stunned when they heard the speech.

False Fang Sheng glanced at him and said carelessly, "if I hadn't reacted quickly today, I would have exposed my stuffing by now. Fang Sheng, do you know what would happen if I exposed my stuffing?"

He spoke easily, as if he were only joking innocuously, but Fang Sheng's face on the ground turned pale in an instant.

These days, he has fully understood the means of these people, even if they are demons.

False Fang Sheng sneered and opened his mouth quietly. What he said was another terrible message. He said, "even if you are not afraid of death, you should think about your elderly parents. Maybe... I'll let them have a taste of the fist just now?"

"No!"

Hearing his parents, Fang Sheng immediately raised his head excitedly and shot his eyes at the people sitting behind the desk.

He had known that these people were inhuman, but he had a glimmer of hope before. It would be good if these people only came for themselves, but now... They still caught their parents.

Looking at his angry and struggling eyes, fake Fang Sheng smiled and played with the taste: "then you have to measure it well. I'll give you another day to tell me all the things you didn't explain, otherwise... Don't blame me."

After that, he waved his hand and left the study with Fang Sheng.

There are only fake Fang Sheng and another... Teenager left in the room.

The boy is only about ten years old. He has been staring at what happened in the house with interest since just now.

"Well, now it's time to talk about you." fake Fangsheng turned to look at the little boy, "didn't he tell you not to come here to find me if you had nothing to do? Why did you run here again?"

"No way, the school is really boring." the young man complained to false Fangsheng. He frowned and looked very reluctantly, "Lord, do I really want to stay in that boring place? When will I stay?"

Looking at his appearance, fake Fang Sheng said with a smile, "is it so boring? Haven't you been there long?"

The little boy nodded with emphasis: "but they are not easy to play. There is nothing interesting."

"Aren't those people Jian Yi all there? There are many talents among them. Isn't it enough for you to play?"

"Well, although they are a little smarter and more interesting than ordinary people, it's not enough for me to see. I only moved my little finger a little, and they were all useless." the little boy compared his little thumb and looked up proudly.

But as soon as his voice fell, the pen he had been playing with in the hand of false Fang Sheng suddenly gave a dull meal, and the pen cap knocked on the table. He suddenly opened his mouth seriously. The little boy in front of him said, "Zhao Xu, I should have taught you never to despise your enemy."

As soon as he heard his tone, the little boy immediately put away his appearance. As soon as his face changed, he bowed his head and said skillfully, "yes, Lord, Zhao Xu knows."

In the twinkling of an eye, fake Fang Sheng's serious attitude was immediately put away, turned into a casual look just now, turned his pen again, thought and said, "well, you stay for another half a month, and then we'll change the way we play."

"Another way to play?" hearing this, Zhao Xu was immediately excited. "Lord, are you finally going to upgrade the game?"

Then he took a long breath, as if he had seen the interesting days in the future: "you should have been like this. We're suffocating."

"You?" hearing what he said, false Fang Sheng smiled, "why, who else did they tell you in private?"

Zhao Xu knew that he had leaked his mouth, so he covered his mouth and shook his head.

False Fang Sheng waved his hand carelessly and said, "forget it, I know if you don't say it. After all, we are all the same kind of people. The goshawk is always uncomfortable lying in the chicken pile."

Zhao Xu nodded again when he heard the speech, but forgot that his hands were still covering his mouth. For a moment, he was a little funny.

Although there will be fun after half a month, children are always impatient.

He turned his eyes and suggested to false Fang Sheng, "Lord, this time Ning Jiwei and them left Xiangcheng, shall we..."

"Don't act rashly." false Fangsheng glared at him and said, "if you want to play the game well, you should take a long-term view and don't lose the most important fun of the game because of a little gain or loss."

"The most important pleasure?" Zhao Xu tilted his head, seeming to understand.

Fake Fang Sheng smiled, looked like a beast smelling blood, and said, "the most advanced predator will never bite the prey, but will taste it slowly from the edge, and also ensure that the prey will not die. This can not only ensure the delicious taste, but also prolong the pleasure of hunting, remember?"

"Remember." Zhao Xu nodded and looked at fake Fang Sheng with worship in his eyes.

Every child is born a piece of white paper. The colors painted on it become different landscapes.

A man chose the color of the brush, took the child's hand and drew the first brush on the paper, which taught him how to survive in the world and set the tone for the painting.

The first stroke is warm color, and then it is warm.

If you change to a cool color, the final destination is black.

Then apply it again. It's just a supplement.

Without knowing what is good and what is evil, and without distinguishing right from wrong, a child who has no choice has walked on one road, and has never known the scenery on another road.

When his world is not very clear and there is only one choice in front of him, that choice is right.

After that, he struggled for the rest of his life for this choice.

Zhao Xu and Jian Yi, with the same genius, have finally become two distinct people: good and evil.