Chapter 757 - He Seemed to Be Getting Worse. (2/2)

He might have already begun to trap himself in darkness and loneliness in the six months she had met with the accident, and his mental illness had gotten worse.

Ye Qing had just given him a strong blow that was enough to knock him down!

The night was dark with lightning and thunder.

A man in black s.h.i.+rt and pants was walking slowly with heavy steps on the street that was with few pedestrians.

His back was not straight as it usually was, and was slightly bent.

He looked ahead, expressionless.

Suddenly, countless eyes looked at him with strange looks.

They were all pointing at him, scolding him.

“Jinx! You don’t deserve to be the Crown Prince of our country!”

“No one will like you!”

“Why don’t you just die?”

His eyes turned dark, his jaw clenched tight and he shouted angrily, “Scram, all of you!”

They gave birth to him and when he was born, called him a jinx. What had he done wrong?

They did not like him and he did not care. He did not care at all.

Because there was someone who cared.

His brother, who would protect him no matter what happened!

But why did his brother say all those cruel things to him?

No, there must be something wrong!

Ye Qing would not be like that!

He was the person he trusted the most and was closest to since he was young!

If he wanted his current position, he could give it to him if he just said so. Why did he have to do it like this?

A tall figure suddenly came over to him on the road, and he seemed to be saying-

“I’m just using you, fool. How could I care about your feelings when you’re smarter than me and of use to me?

“You’re just a jinx. Now that I’m back, you’d better stay away!

“Your woman is really smooth and tender. I don’t know how many times I have played with her!”

Bam!

He punched the tall figure coming towards him.

That person howled in pain and wanted to see who had punched him, but the person who hit him ran across the road with his head in his hands, and kept muttering, “Stop talking, stop talking! Scram, all of you!”

The man who was punched touched his nose that was gus.h.i.+ng out blood, and cursed, “F*ck, it’s a lunatic!”

After crossing the road, Mu Sihan then calmed down a little.

He looked across the street and the man he had beaten up had left. That was clearly a stranger.

It wasn’t Ye Qing.