Who knows, my mortal enemy is actually a baby who defies nature

In the quiet air, the only sound was the "clacking" sound of the four wooden legs of my crib.

A square, dark wooden house appeared in front of us, with no doors or windows, as if a mysterious square black hole had appeared in the world.

Although it was the first time I saw this small dark room, the dark atmosphere it emanated made me feel cold all over.

My instinct is that I don’t like it and I’m a little scared.

Suddenly, I noticed that the little prince's lips had turned pale, and even his eyes were trembling.

His trembling eyes were staring straight at the small dark room.

"Feng Qi, please wait here." Emperor Lingdi still spoke kindly to Feng Qi.

Feng Qi stood still and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Emperor Ling showed satisfaction and appreciation for Feng Qi's obedience: "The King of the North has taught you very well."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Feng Qi kept his head bowed respectfully the whole time, not daring to look at Emperor Ling disrespectfully.

Emperor Ling nodded slightly with satisfaction, turned around and held me in his arms as he walked towards the small dark room.

Hey hey hey! I don’t want to go to the small dark room!

The little prince followed closely, as if he didn't want to go in, but he didn't dare not go.

Lingdi carried me to the small dark room. The small dark room without a door suddenly opened a big mouth, and I even saw two blood-red eyes on the door.

Those eyes were full of excitement and bloodthirsty excitement.

The Emperor Ling's face had become gloomy, and even the slight tenderness he had shown when facing Feng Qi just now had completely disappeared.

In an instant, a gloomy murderous aura filled his entire body, and my hair stood on end and I got goose bumps all over.

It’s over. I’m not going to die again!

As soon as we entered the small dark room, the entrance behind us was slowly swallowed by darkness, covering Fengqi's face, which was trying hard to suppress his worry.

The next moment, phantom fire lit up in the dark air and floated in the air.

This is a much larger space than it looks from the outside!

"Min'er, turn around." Emperor Ling spoke in a low voice, his cold tone devoid of any emotion.

"Yes... Father Emperor..." The little prince's voice began to tremble, and he turned around shaking all over.

Suddenly, Emperor Ling's sword was directed out, and immediately a chain of light came out from his fingertips and hit the little prince's back hard.

I was stunned instantly!

Suddenly, there was a slight smell of burning in the air.

I was holding my thumb in my mouth, drooling.

There were still sparks on the little prince's gorgeous clothes on his back, and the flesh and blood inside were burnt.

It hurts me just looking at it.

He clenched his fists, and slowly knelt down as if he couldn't bear the pain. A slight whimper sounded in the burnt air, and he seemed to be trying hard to hold back his tears.

Emperor Ling commanded with his sword, without any mercy or emotion.

"Snapped!"

Another one hit the little prince's back hard.

"Don't cry!"

Emperor Ling's stern shout echoed in this space.

The ghost fires suddenly became more violent, as if the blood made them excited.

I stared at it blankly, and suddenly the little prince's evil transformation became explainable.

The little prince tried hard to hold back his tears, turned around slowly, and bit his lower lip tightly: "Your son... was wrong."

Emperor Ling narrowed his eyes coldly: "What's wrong?"

The little prince was trembling with pain all over his body. "I lied. I thought Xiaoxiao was a pig ghost. She made me sick and brought shame to the princess, so I wanted to throw her away. Father Emperor, didn't we throw away all the pig ghosts in the Piaomiao Realm..."

The little prince felt aggrieved at the end of his speech.

It seemed like he was trying to eliminate harm for the Piaomiao World, so how could he have gone wrong?

I pulled out my finger, but the little prince Si Zhaomin still didn't tell the truth.

Was he afraid that if he said that he heard Feng Yaoyao's inner thoughts, Emperor Ling would think that he was hallucinating or had a problem with his brain?

He was probably also worried that if he told the even more unreliable truth, he would only be beaten even more severely.

Emperor Lingdi's face became even gloomier, and he swung his sword down again.

"Snapped!"

This time, the blow landed directly on the little prince’s fair and tender face.

His skin was torn and his face was completely disfigured!

"Father Emperor, I really didn't lie—" The little prince burst into tears, "I was wrong—"

There was no trace of pity in Emperor Ling's eyes, and he still stared at the little prince sternly: "Think carefully about where you went wrong!"

So, Emperor Ling didn't care about his son throwing pig ghosts?

In the eyes of the Piaomiao clan, the pig ghost is really just a piece of trash.

The little prince sobbed, thought hard, and said quickly: "Feng Beiqi is still valuable to the emperor! I shouldn't kill his daughter, even if she is a pig ghost!"

Emperor Lingdi's eyes slightly opened, and the anger in them had disappeared.

Hold...the grass...

This twisted way of education is absolutely amazing!

Emperor Ling stepped forward and leaned over to stroke his boss Zhao Min’s face.

A hint of spiritual light fell on the bloody wounds of the little prince.

The wounds actually began to heal, and only the bloodstains on his face and collar hinted at something.

The little prince subconsciously wanted to wipe it.

Emperor Ling shouted again: "No wiping!"

The little prince's body tensed up again, and he lowered his head, not daring to disobey: "Your son understands, Father Emperor wants Feng Qi to see it. If Feng Qi sees it, then the King of the North will see it."

"Yes." Emperor Lingdi stretched out his hand to help the little prince up, and asked him to turn around. The spiritual light fell on the little prince's back, and the cracked flesh on the back began to heal, but a red mark visible to the naked eye was left, for Fengqi to see.

Emperor Ling was telling Fengqi that he knew his son's character well, so he had already taught him a lesson.

I didn’t expect Feng Beiqi to be so important to Emperor Ling.

Emperor Ling looked down at me, and my eyes immediately became dull, showing that I was not very smart.

His fingertips gently scraped my face, and I felt a little panicked.

His fingers can shoot lasers!

"Father Emperor taught you to think carefully before doing anything."

"It was my son who was foolish and impulsive."

"If you're going to do it, do it cleanly and don't leave any evidence behind!" Emperor Lingdi said the most insensitive words in the most calm tone.

The little prince lowered his head and dared not speak.

"You took the little princess with you, but she died in the Linggong Pond. Will Feng Beiqi believe your lies?"

The little prince tensed up and suddenly became more mature: "It's my fault for not thinking it through."

I:"……"

"Yes." Emperor Ling nodded in appreciation. His expression softened a little and he gently stroked the little prince's head.

The little prince's whole body trembled reflexively, but he didn't dare to dodge.

"You will inherit the throne of Emperor Ling in the future. People in Piaomiao Realm are cunning and have their own ulterior motives. Only if you make them fear you will they dare not covet your throne! Only if their souls are immersed in your terrifying shadow will they behave themselves!" There was viciousness and cruelty in Emperor Ling's eyes.

He is ruling this ethereal world with fear!

Those dead souls in the fairy pond are the victims of his reign of terror!

One fairy pond suppressed so many ghosts. I can’t imagine how much killing the Emperor Ling had caused in the entire Piaomiao World!

The girl was wrong. She was completely wrong!

This is not the book in her hand, but a real world!

What I am facing is a flesh-and-blood, complex and unpredictable person, not a personality simply summarized by a few words!