Rebirth of the National Male God

Si Huang woke up from his sleep, his fingers turning white while holding the sheet, and his forehead was slightly blue.

The dim light from the curtains let Si Huang know that it should be early in the morning. His dark eyes were covered by sweaty black hair, and a rough gasp from his throat, like the struggle of a sleepy beast.

"Ha... ha ha ha ha ha." Suddenly, the rough gasp turned into laughter, which seemed to be happy at first, but with Si Huang now covering his eyes with one hand and holding his neck, it seemed weird.

At the end, the laughter made my throat hurt, and the laughter was more like sobbing, desperate and crazy.

Until he couldn't laugh, there was only a slight breathing, and the hands covering his eyes lifted up the sweaty black hair, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and also showing hidden eyes.

If someone is here, they will be surprised that not only do these eyes have no tears, but they are calm and terrifying, and the sober dark reveals a trace of magic.

[When will you escape? 】

The sudden sound in her mind didn't change Si Huang's expression in the slightest. She silently twitched the corner of her mouth, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom. Si Huang stood in front of the mirror and looked at the person reflected on the opposite side.

The teenager is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slender limbs, smooth and beautiful lines, and his skin is whiter as jade porcelain under the reflection of the bathroom lights and tiles. The most beautiful thing is her face. The long eyebrows under the full forehead are almost close to the sideburns. The eyebrows don’t need to be trimmed. They are naturally shaped. The eyes under the eyebrows are half-squinted, and the tails of the eyes are upturned and the long and dense eyelashes match perfectly. No lack, at this time the pupils inside were staring at each other thick and dull, and the ruthless expression made this still immature face look cold and full.

This is a face kissed by God, so beautiful that it has nothing to do with gender, and it is indisputable between male and female.

However, if you don't look at her body, a messy short hair will naturally make people recognize her as a boy.

In fact, her current identity and even her ID card are all male.

Si Huang stared at himself in the mirror unpredictably for a long time, then suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again after two seconds, the darkness in his eyes was like a clear blue sky after rain. Bright smile.

Innocent, innocent, like an angel!

It's just that the angels come quickly and disappear quickly, the curvature of the corners of the mouth changes slightly, full of disgusting mockery.

Si Huang turned around and saw criss-crossing weal marks on his back in the mirror.

For the past three days, she has stayed in her room. In addition to eating, she was lying in bed to recuperate. She also recalled scenes from her previous life, and summed up one sentence—her past 28-year-old life has always been for others. And living, being fully utilized by people, has no place to burial until death. After being thrown away, the body is humiliated by people, and then eaten by wild animals, and finally crawled with insects and ants, becoming the nourishment of nature.

For three nights, she had the same dream, in which she experienced the long desperate pain of death time and time again.

[You have ten days to live. 】The voice of hate that iron can't become steel resounded in my mind.

This time Si Huang responded, "I know." Turning to turn on the shower, his voice was blurred in the sound of water, "This time, I will cherish my life more than anyone else."

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Si Huang, who was reborn, was only sixteen years old this year, but he was already 1.72 meters tall, even among boys of the same age.

She opened the closet and chose a gray-blue T-shirt from the pile of dark clothes inside. She wore a black knit sweater with a black casual jeans of the same style underneath. Then she looked at herself in the mirror with a slightly longer forehead. His black hair covers half of his face, making the whole person look gloomy.

Si Huang recalled that she was such an introverted and gloomy image before the age of eighteen. She was Si Hua's shadow. In order to highlight Si Hua's light, she must not steal his limelight. It was not until the age of eighteen that her value was discovered, and she was allowed to appear in front of people, but she became a sadder puppet...

The blushing lips hooked, Si Huang stretched out his hand to lift up the black hair on his forehead, revealing a perfect face, and even compared his posture in the mirror as if he was dissatisfied, raising his eyebrows slightly. What kind of gloomy teenager is obviously a radiant supermodel.

"Buckle"

The door was knocked twice, and the expressionless woman walked in with her breakfast.

I originally planned to put down the breakfast and leave as usual. I suddenly heard the sound of the curtain being "brushed". I instinctively looked up and saw that the slender teenager just put down the hand of the curtain, as if he was taking a deep breath. Back, then turned to look over.

"Good morning."

The person who is shining in the morning, with an elegant smile, and a clear voice.

咚——

Si Huang looked at the landing plate indifferently, but his leisurely footsteps were indescribably elegant, until the standing mother Zhang stopped beside her, and whispered in her ear, "Did you be happy to be served by the little lover last night? ?"

Zhang Ma was taken aback and looked at Si Huang with her usual staid expression, but her head was suddenly pressed by a hand, and she fell to the ground with tremendous force.

The face was so dying that it was pressed against the dinner plate that had just fallen to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"Shhh." Si Huang squatted, softly soothed, "Be quiet." Let go of her hand, and slowly wiped her clothes on Zhang Ma's clothes, "Don't worry, your little lover will not leave you because of you. , After all, I have a lot of money on my card."

Zhang Ma, who was going to be furious, looked stiff when she heard the words, struggling in her heart whether Si Huang really knew something, "What do you mean by this young master? This is slander! Although the young master’s card is kept by me, But every sum of money is spent on Young Master’s body."

After saying a word, Zhang's mother shut up. The wound torn by fragments hurts too much.

Without hearing Si Huang's response for a while, Ma Zhang looked up and found that the other party had walked a few meters away. The back was stiff but not stiff, which was completely different from the old young master who always walked with his chest and head down.

Once thinking about Si Huang's gorgeous, gentle and low-melt voice just now, Zhang Ma didn't know why she shuddered.

When Si Huang came down the stairs, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was dining and a teenager who was about the same age as him. The thoughts in his mind had already turned around.

She remembers that the whiplash at the age of sixteen was beaten by Si Zhihan because she was hanging out in a nightclub at night, and more importantly, she almost killed Si Hua.

Si Zhihan didn't leave any hands when hitting her. He probably didn't really consider whether she would kill her. After the fight, he left her in the room to fend for himself, and never came to see her. In her previous life, she had a high fever due to this severe sentence and almost died. What about this time? It should be really dead, in exchange for a new self.

Si Huang chuckled silently.

Bai Qinglan and Si Hua, who were having breakfast in the hall below, had noticed her a long time ago, and then they couldn't leave their sights.

Slowly walking down the stairs, the forehead is a little lazy and messy for the person between a teenager and a young person. It should have been used for setting water, so don’t worry about it falling down to cover the eyebrows, with half-squinted eyes and slightly raised mouth corners. , A little bit of laziness and comfort just waking up, and a long hitting hate, not only did it not have the slightest vulgarity, it made people feel like a natural extravagance.

——Like the proud son of heaven cultivated by an ancient nobleman——

Si Hua's fingers forced unconsciously, and the steel fork rubbed the porcelain plate, making a harsh sound.

This voice not only regained Bai Qinglan's mind, but also made Si Huang look down. His pupils shone brightly, as if seeing something extremely joyful.

Si Huang's footsteps became brisk, and her fluttering eyebrows changed her temperament. The beautiful young man who knew nothing about the world came to the table of the two of them and reached out...

Wow----

The tablecloth of the dining table was overturned, and the meal on it fell on the dumb mother and son.

"Si Huang, what are you crazy!" Bai Qinglan exclaimed.

"Haha." Si Huang showed a mischievous smile, flicking the red wine bottle that fell on the ground, and slammed it at Si Hua who was still dazed.

"what!"

Bai Qinglan stared at Si Huang who was holding the broken wine bottle in shock, "You're crazy! You're crazy!" After returning to God, she immediately ordered the servant who was still stunned, "What are you still waiting for? Get this lunatic! "

Si Huang poured the red liquid from the broken wine bottle on Si Hua's face, and looked at the people on the ground who were moaning in pain and with a distorted expression. Her eyes were curved into crescent arcs, "Don't come here, or I will cut them. His throat."

Si Huang's voice was the same as her face, as if she was favored by God, she was gorgeous enough to indulge people, slowing down a little bit, itching like feathers caress her heart, and her body and mind feel soft. Si Huang herself knew this, so in her previous life, she always deliberately tried to speak as simple as possible, so as not to make people think that she was seduce each other, cause unnecessary trouble, and suffer more humiliation.

But now she didn’t hide, her brisk tone, soft tone, she was watching Si Hua say, and the people around her stopped--because they saw Si Huang poking Si with the sharp glass of the broken bottle. Hua's neck was already bleeding and bleeding.

The hall was silent, and Zhang Ma, who was looking **** at the top of the stairs, froze even more. She wanted to file a complaint, but the scene before her...

At this moment, apart from Si Hua who was lying on the ground, no one could see Si Huang's expression clearly.

The smile on her face is happily and unrestrained, and the light in her eyes is flickering and dimming, but it is as sharp as a wild beast killing its prey.

There was a hoarse voice in Si Hua's throat. For the first time, he experienced the real murderous aura. At this time, he realized more clearly than anyone that Si Huang really wanted to kill him, and he dared to kill!

OMG! Is he dreaming? I haven't seen it for three days, how did this own shadow become like this?

"Um..." Si Huang blinked, and the trace of darkness that made Si Hua frightened disappeared. Beautiful eyes looked at Si Hua's appearance at this time, and she smiled, "This is just a little like, isn't it that I was almost ruined by me?"

He stood up again and arranged his hemlines without anyone else.

Si Huang walked out with a smile.

When the people around saw her leaving, no one dared to stop her.

"Sihuang! If you have the ability, don't come back!" Bai Qinglan's sharp voice came, and after listening carefully, she could still hear the trembling of her voice.

Si Huang nodded slightly. Of course she knew what she was doing today. If she dared to come back, she would be beaten by Si Zhihan again, and she would be half-handed if she was not dead.

She walked faster and faster along the way, and when Bai Qinglan and the others eased their initial shock and fear, they could not escape if they called their bodyguards to catch her.

However, even if he understands this, Si Huang’s fast pace does not seem to be fleeing, but as brisk as a bird that has broken free from its ties, and a beast with a chain removed, even if it’s covered in cuts and bruises, the sharp claws are not rusty and blunt. The freedom to be more wanton.

Si Huang didn't regret the wanton actions he had just done, nor did he regret it at all.

In the last life, she had endured enough, enough stupid, and had enough!

In this life, she has to live for herself, have debts to repay, have revenge, and do whatever she wants.

This is a decision made three days later.

"Hahahahahaha—"

From the moment the shoes stepped out of the iron gate of Si's yard, the smile on Si Huang's face became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a carefree laugh.

[Enough venting? 】

"This is just the beginning."

[If you continue to do this, ten days will not be enough for you. 】

"Don't worry, I said I don't want to die."

[Then you can save faith for Laozi! You lazy—! ] The calm voice exploded.

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Speaking first: This article is overhead, cool and unscrupulous. Use the [] symbol to express voices that others cannot hear. In addition, in the eyes of others, if the heroine thinks it is a boy, he will describe it as ‘she’. The normal situation is still ‘she’. Maybe some people will think that the heroine will be too tall in the future. Shui Shui said that girls are really good at being tall and not ugly. Just look at "Moldy Mildew", and 1.8 meters and supermodels are beautiful!

Dear ones, collect it! Collect it! Collect it! (I have to say the important thing three times!) It will never let you down, it will make you shine! I promise! Huh!