Look down on me, and you're discriminating against me. I'll cripple you.
Ignore me, and you're discriminating against me. I'll cripple you.
Crouch down to look me in the eye, and you're discriminating against me. I'll cripple you.
Don't know how to answer, and you're discriminating against me. I'll cripple you.
Call me cute, and you're mocking me. I'll cripple you.
Call me handsome, and you're insulting me. I'll cripple you.
Show curiosity about my age, and you're sneering at me. I'll cripple you.
Show surprise at my appearance, and you're laughing at me. I'll cripple you.
As far as Xianchan Chenchen was concerned, something like a reason was never a problem.
All he had to do was stand in front of anyone, and he could find a whole pile of reasons to cripple them, while still standing on the moral high ground.
Others would only think him sensitive, violent, cruel, and insane—but they knew there were reasons for it.
Then one day, when he deliberately killed someone after plotting it out, everyone would take it in stride.
Xianchan Chenchen had suffered too much and shed too much blood for this body.
His suffering couldn't be for nothing, and his blood couldn't be shed in vain.
He would exploit every advantage hidden in this body's defects, placing himself above all living beings, until everyone knelt before him, looked up to him, and feared him.
Until no one dared use his physical defects to humiliate him again.
"Propriety Guard disciple, 'Sorrowful Wind' Shi Huaifeng, reporting to the Cicada Walker." Shi Huaifeng removed his rain cape, looked straight ahead, and said with cupped fists.
Good. Breaking his legs would be enough. He was only a disciple, so there was no need to hold it against him.
Xianchan Chenchen looked toward the other