Chapter 495 Now, its real owner is ushered in
In the ancient clan, the inheritance of blood is extremely important. The purest blood must be the direct descendant of the family, in order to have the best education and the best inheritance qualifications in the family.
And she, a foreigner who was adopted from outside, is extraordinarily out of the circle in this huge family.
She is the bottom one in the layer, and she is the only one in this layer.
Others, more or less, are all blood relatives of the Gu clan.
But his ambition has been revealed since a very early age. How could Gu Shihuai, who longed for a high position in the master's family, allow himself to bring it back? It's a waste?
Thus, the burden on her body, which should not be borne by herself, is several times that of ordinary people.
Gu Shihuai had a bad temper when he was young, and he never rubbed sand in his eyes.
From the time he can remember, in Gu Zhi's memory, he was dirty.
Because Gu Shihuai said that her blood is dirty, and people are also dirty. If you want to be clean, you have to learn to crawl out of the gutter full of maggots.
When he was unhappy, he took pleasure in beating her, and when he was happy, he also took pleasure in beating her.
It seems that only in her body can he find the pain of being crushed by the heir of the pure blood of his family.
Later, he stopped beating her.
He gave her a lot of real power, asking her to go out for him and clean up all the people who stood in his way.
Gu Zhi will always remember what kind of Ah Yin she met.
She has long black and soft hair with a wreath on her head. She is a princess, a real princess.
The skirt on her body is the cleanest and most beautiful color.
She had never seen those colors on her body before, because, Gu Shihuai said, she was not worthy.
All she can have is the black of death and the red of dark night.
So, when the girl like a fairy princess reached out to her, she flinched.
Because she knows that there is dirt in her nails, which will infect those white and tender hands.
But with those extraordinarily beautiful big eyes on her face, she couldn't help but followed behind her, closely following her footsteps.
After chasing in the dark for a long time, she finally stood in the light and stood in front of her again.
Ahan at that time was really gentle.
Has the brightest sense of moonlight in this world, no doubt, she is the moon in the sky.
So when the fire raged, she stood outside the fire, looking at the palace-like place and seeing the licking of the fire beyond recognition, except for a very faint sense of emptiness, the rest was happiness.
She was happy, such a place only in dreams, finally, no longer had to appear in front of her.
That bright and clean person does not need to infect his only remaining conscience with an unstoppable madness.
On that day, she got the first princess dress in her life. Although Gu Shihuai failed to work in that position, this battle was a huge gain for him.
He reaps the life of those who hate and envy.
So he was happy, and took her to buy a princess dress.
When standing in front of the mirror, Gu Zhi looked at herself in a daze.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that she was desecrating this beautiful dress, and she felt that she was out of place with this dress, compared to the person who was full of nobility.
When this kind of thought sprouts in the bottom of my heart, the heart of destruction will become stronger and stronger.
She was reused by Gu Shihuai, and became the young puppet master he personally recognized, and then wandered in the place where the person who fell from the sky into **** was.
Like a **** hiding in the dark, watching every frame of that person's life day and night.
Then appreciate her daily changes.
How could a person who was once so proud stand with someone like her?
Gu Zhi knew that in her bones, she was proud. Even though her life was difficult and dark, the pride engraved in her blood did not let her wear away her inherent nobility and dignity.
But, this is not possible, how can this be? How, then, can they be the same?
If she can't get it, it will be destroyed.
She can bring people closer to the abyss of depravity, and she can destroy people with her own hands.
She watched her loved one fall into the quagmire, struggle in the dark, and reflected the excited light in the cold eyes.
Watching the person who gave her a little warmth fall into the abyss and become the same person as herself.
At that moment, she was happy, it was a kind of irrepressible happiness, like a flower blooming from the moldy dust—they are the same person~
"Hehehehahahahaha—"
The blood stained on the corners of her lips made Gu Zhi's face look a bit more maddened. She propped herself on the cold floor, from a low laugh to a loud laugh.
With tears in her eyes, she raised her eyelids to look at the person in front of her.
When the mask was lifted, Gu Zhi was a little embarrassed, but she also completely tore off her usual gentle and elegant appearance, revealing her already sick face.
She is sick.
Psychological distortions had already made her infinitely immersed in the emotions she created.
If she had agreed to hand over Gu Yin to Gu Shihuai at the beginning, then today, while she could still secure her position, there would be no such sudden accidents.
Gu Zhi admitted that he had been moved.
But the possessive desire stuck in her heart since she was a child made her change her mind, and she couldn't accept the exchange of Gong Jiuyin.
Even, the idea of wanting to imprison people by her side for a lifetime came up.
In Gu Zhi's plan, she is preparing to sit firmly at the hidden door against the political opponents of the Qing clan today, no matter who comes, she will not be able to stop her from reaching the peak.
She wants to give this prosperous family to the ancients, as a celebration for them to become a kind of people.
"It's a pity, it's a pity..." Gu Zhi murmured: "It's a pity, I still let you take back everything in my hands, I always feel guilty for you..."
"Guilty?"
Ouyang Na seemed to have heard some big joke. When she stood up, the corners of her eyes were red with pain.
"Ah Duan's life was destroyed by you alone."
Gong Jiu'an's life was taken away by a fire she set off.
Let her suffer from illness and become a puppet of emotions, constantly challenging her own tolerance, just to restrain the primitive killing instinct that would flood the sea of blood once it got out of control.
He is here now, expressing his pitiful apology.
It's not a big joke, what is
She slowly raised her hand, and lightly pulled the trigger with her fingertips. Facing her head was the bloodthirsty darkness.
"You should never, never should have taken grandpa away from me again."
Gong Jiuhan slowly closed his eyelids, and his voice was hoarse: "People who have sinned too much should not live in this world. Your life should go to **** to atone for their sins."
Any crime is an excuse for soft-heartedness.
For her, if she is guilty, she should go to **** for redemption.
At this moment, she seems to be longing for a weaving dream.
It's a pity that Gong Jiu has always been silent, without the beauty of an adult.
With a bang, that person who had been a master in his family left this world unwillingly.
All her sins went where she should go along with her life.
No one can escape punishment after doing something wrong.
Light and heavy, never absent.
Turning his feet, Gong Jiu's dumb fingers hooked the gun, and a sticky red dripped from the fingertips.
"Then I wish you a clean life in your next life."
Much, she never said it out of conscience.
Let this blood color draw an end to the years of enmity, because she is tired.
Raised his hand and put his fingers between the bridge of the nose, rubbing it gently, Gong Jiu lowered his eyes, and walked two steps staggeringly.
Seeing this, Jiang Xiying and Ouyang Na's expressions changed slightly, and they both called her.
Jiang Fei, who had finished dealing with going upstairs and downstairs, was arranging her snow-white clothes while going downstairs.
His expression was very shallow, but his steps were walking fast, but the time Gong Jiuhan sat down slowly, he had already bypassed most of the conference hall.
Old Tang, who was carrying a medical kit, also followed behind him step by step.
"What a madman!"
Seeing Gong Jiu's back, Jiang Fei gasped, her face darkened with horror, and she almost cursed.
But after finishing speaking, he quickly moved to deal with the **** shoulder blades.
Old Tang respectfully cooperated beside him, and almost shed tears when he saw the wound.
Jiang Xiying and Ouyang Na sat down again.
Gong Jiuhan hooked his bloodless lips, and didn't say anything. His attitude was irritable, but he just raised his hand and dropped the blackness on the table.
She didn't raise her eyes, her eyelids just drooped slightly, and her voice was very weak.
"Sit back, everyone."
Today's main seat, now, has just ushered in its real owner.
There may be rectification. After all, what is written here is not in line with the beautiful expectations, but it seems that this is the only way (painful)...
(end of this chapter)