Chapter 910 - Master’s Second Personality 4 (1/2)

This form of address…

Shen Qianshu felt a stab in her heart.

The number of times that Ye Ling called her ‘Sara’ was very few.

This was Ye Ling’s second personality. Didn’t he have any memories of his first personality?

Ye Ling obviously had memories of his second personality.

“Why did you run!” Ye Ling roared as he could not control himself. While she was in a state of confusion, it was like a bomb had landed and exploded until she was dizzy. She was at a loss. Why did I want to run? What exactly is he talking about?

Zhong Ran’s voice came through. “Seven years ago, seven years ago… ”

Shen Qianshu felt as if her heart had stopped. “Master, I did not run. You were held captive by him. I… I… I was in a tight situation.”

Both of Ye Ling’s eyes were red. Suddenly, he held onto her shoulders. He was full of malice. “He held you captive. I want to kill him. I want to kill him… ”

The speed of his speech was extremely slow. It was like he did not talk often. It was very difficult.

It was just a few words back and forth.

“No!” Shen Qianshu screamed.

She knew that this person was referring to the first personality. If he killed the first personality, Master would not be seen again.

How?

“You have fallen for him?” Her agitation angered him.

The strength of the man suddenly got bigger.

“Ah… painful!”

He had used so much strength that it was like he wanted to shatter her shoulders alive. It was extremely painful. Both of Shen Qianshu’s legs turned wobbly, and she nearly fell down. However, a pair of strong arms supported her waist and lifted her up. He roared as he asked, “You have fallen for him!”

His questions and rage came very fiercely. It was as if he would eat her up in one mouthful if she had said ‘yes’. His eyes were becoming redder, and his breathing grew heavier. He was already on the verge of insanity. Zhong Ran was holding a syringe, but he could not get near him. He was so anxious like a cat on a hot tin roof.

“Ahhh-hhh… You have fallen for him!” He seemed to have gone crazy as he roared. “Mine, mine… it’s mine.”

He had blood-shot eyes and let out a grievous roar like a monster whose companion had been snatched away by someone. He was hopeless and bitter. The whole castle was crying for him. Shen Qianshu’s tears fell subconsciously.