Arrogant Healer God novel Chapter 2066

Chapter 2066: Chapter 2066: The Mystery of Lily Tisdale’s Birth!

Twenty years ago, on a certain day.

Heavenly Sword Sect.

On a square.

"Hahaha, Lily Tisdale, you’re nothing but trash, rubbish, a fool!"

"To think you’re the Sect Leader’s son, yet you can’t even find your Qi Sense until now. You’re even worse than those wastes in the secular world!"

"You, such trash, dream of taking over as Sect Leader in the future? Disgusting, don’t even dream about it!"

"Lily Tisdale, as the trash you are, you might as well stay in the Sect to do menial chores, that suits you better!"

"How can you, an ant or a crawling insect, compare with us who are the Prides of Heaven?"

"Living in the same Sect with you is such bad luck!"

A group of kids around ten years old punched and kicked a five- or six-year-old boy, giggling and mocking him in all sorts of ways.

A few little girls also stood by watching the excitement, humiliating the little boy in various ways.

The little boy curled up on the ground, already beaten blue and swollen, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and his head and face covered in dust, looking miserably pitiful.

He cried and pleaded: "Don’t hit me... please don’t hit me... I was wrong... I won’t be the Sect Leader anymore... wuwuwu..."

An older boy stepped on the little boy’s head and arrogantly declared: "Then say it yourself now that you’re trash, rubbish, a fool!"

"Say it, hurry up and say it!"

"If you don’t say it, I’ll beat you to death!"

"If you dare not say it, I’ll beat you every day!"

The other boys and girls also joined in the commotion, threatening him with their words.

The little boy was somewhat stubborn and refused to speak.

"You won’t say it, huh? I’ll stomp you to death!"

The older boy ruthlessly trampled on the little boy’s face, causing his skin to fissure and flesh to splatter.

He said viciously: "Are you going to say it or not!"

"Hit him!"

"You still dare not say it!"

The other boys continued to punch and kick the little boy.

The little girls at the side also ran over and joined in beating up the little boy.

The little boy was beaten until his head was bloody, and he cried loudly, choking back tears: "I’ll say it, I’ll say it! I’m trash! I’m rubbish! I’m a fool!"

The older boy crossed his arms and haughtily ordered: "Kneel down and kowtow to us!"

The little boy had an instinctive resistance and didn’t want to kneel.

The older boy coldly threatened: "Are you asking for another beating?"

The little boy swallowed hard and slowly crawled up, kneeling down and solemnly kowtowing.

"Hahaha, he’s just an idiot!"

"This guy will be like this for his whole life!"

"Boring, let’s go!"

The group of boys and girls left the square, playing and laughing.

...

Midnight.

In a study of an attic.

The little boy stood there, looking at a tall and burly middle-aged man in front of him.

This middle-aged man was the little boy’s father.

The little boy sobbed and sought comfort from his father, hoping his father would stand up for him and care for him.

Even though for so many years, his father had never cared for him, never stood up for him, never defended him.

Yet he still held a sliver of hope, longing for his father to treat him a little better.

But the middle-aged man just looked at the little boy with an indifferent face.

After listening to the little boy’s plea.

"Waste!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily and slapped the little boy’s face with the back of his hand.

Smack!

With a crisp slap sound.

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